Almost five years ago Peter Welch wrote his epic and sad-but-true essay Programming Sucks. I really love his writing and I find the article very interesting and mostly true, but it also contains what I consider a pretty common misconception:
Every programmer occasionally, when nobody’s home, turns off the lights, pours a glass of scotch, puts on some light German electronica, and opens up a file on their computer. It’s a different file for every programmer. Sometimes they wrote it, sometimes they found it and knew they had to save it. They read over the lines, and weep at their beauty, then…
