A love letter to C

[hci]

I don’t think C gets enough credit. Sure, C doesn’t love you. C isn’t about love–C is about thrills. C hangs around in the bad part of town. C knows all the gang signs. C has a motorcycle, and wears the leathers everywhere, and never wears a helmet, because that would mess up C’s punked-out hair. C likes to give cops the finger and grin and speed away. Mention that you’d like something, and C will pretend to ignore you; the next day, C will bring you one, no questions asked, and toss it to you with a you-know-you-want-me smirk that makes your heart race. Where did C get it? “It fell off a truck,” C says, putting away the boltcutters. You start to feel like C doesn’t know the meaning of “private” or “protected”: what C wants, C takes. This excites you. C knows how to get you anything but safety. C will give you anything but commitment.

In the end, you’ll leave C, not because you want something better, but because you can’t handle the intensity. C says “I’m gonna live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse,” but you know that C can never die, not so long as C is still the fastest thing on the road.

[catfishing]

C 是好东东！ 几十年前 用 turbo C 写了个东东， 在PC上 run，显示图形结果是直接调用的 BIOS。

疫情前， 一部门要搞个小系统（用到MCU，电池供电 etc） 两伙人 搞了几年搞不定，人还走了， 大头问我：感兴趣不？ 我说可以试试，
就接手， 研究了一番， 搞清楚 需求、 实现 及 问题后， 修改了设计，搭好系统后， 又用了一把 C ， 测试通过， 全搞定！效果还是杠杠滴！。

所以我 现在 还可以 摸鱼 。。。 中。。。。。