Now that all the laughter has subsided, I'll admit that the accurate part of me disapproves of that because Bflat isn't C# - C# is actually Dflat. And B#, if you are into that sort of thing, is really C. I'm actually more amused at old JSBach 'signing' his pieces by hiding the sequence B-A-C-Bflat, as Bflat was denoted by 'H' in his day.
That had something to do with the fact that I'm currently learning Microsoft's new language C#. Largely, I find it to be an abomination. In part, that's because I find everything Microsoft does to be an abomination. Little bits of it actually adress real problems with C, C++, and Java. Some of the solutions have problems of their own.
I forget who it was that said it, but I'm reminded: "A programming language which doesn't change the way you think isn't worth learning". And C# is changing the way I think. I'm likely to consider it an abomination for the forseeable future (and/or my natural lifetime, we'll see). But it's going to require that I change my mental furniture around a bit. And that's good.
Oddly, and not entirely intentionally, that ties into the fact that I just saw "In Good Company". I saw it in part because some of you have had good things to say about it - and you're right. Good movie. I found myself split between identifying with Topher Grace and Dennis Quaid. Um, I guess I'll hide some spoilers behind the cut:
I really was struck by the theme of "who do you feel responsible to?". TG posed this to DQ early in the film, as DQ was trying to save two of his employees' jobs. And then (I suppose not surprisingly), the tables were turned at the end of the movie. DQ's need to take care of Morty compares with DQ's need to take care of his daughter.
Some other morals of the story that I'm currently turning around in my head include:
Work is like a family
Find someone who's good in a foxhole
Do the work you love
I'm sure that if you're reading this far, you know me well enough to understand the resonance of these thoughts just now.
If you haven't seen this, I give it two stars out of two. Funny, thoughtful, charming, sweet. Good performances by everyone. Malcolm McDowell didn't cackle at all.
Oh, also, a couple of young girls (I must be getting old - they may have been 16 to 20) in front of me and several seats down were giggling and talking through the movie. I'm fine with a quiet comment that doesn't disturb others and laughing at funny scenes is a big part of why I prefer seeing movies in public. But that's not what they were doing. I was getting irritated with them, and then the woman behind them leaned over and said something like "Please have respect for the other people trying to watch the movie". At which point the girls shut up. Thank you, unknown stranger.
Respect for others. Neat.