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In LA Story, the weatherman Harris K. Telemacher ends up befriending a road sign. It tells him that he'll find the key to his happiness by unscrambling the phrase, "HOW DADDY IS DOING". Harris spends most of the rest of the movie puzzling over this, and at the end, he takes his (new) girlfriend to meet the road sign. Yep, side of the LA highway, there they are, talking to a sign.
Harris: I never figured out the riddle, HOW DADDY IS DOING. It's a riddle too tough for me.
Sign: UNSCRAMBLE HOW DADDY IS DOING
Sara: I know it. It's an English crossword clue. See, unscramble means rearrange. Change the "s" with the "h," move the "ing" after the "s," put the "do" after them. Swap the "h" and the "s." And put the "i" behind the "d."
Harris: "Sing Doo Wah Diddy?" That's the mystery of the ages?
Sign: I HAD TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING FAST.
I just discovered that all this time, I've been doing object-oriented programming. I just never really grokked 'object' so I'd figured I was somehow not doing it. Then I get whacked in the head and I'm like, what? That's the mystery of the ages?
Then again, this is a common reaction to me when I stumble over something that's gotten a constant build-up of mystique. Like objects. When I finally grok it, I'm not sure whether to be disbelieving at how simple it actually is, or disbelieving at how much time I spent agonizing about it.
Harris: I never figured out the riddle, HOW DADDY IS DOING. It's a riddle too tough for me.
Sign: UNSCRAMBLE HOW DADDY IS DOING
Sara: I know it. It's an English crossword clue. See, unscramble means rearrange. Change the "s" with the "h," move the "ing" after the "s," put the "do" after them. Swap the "h" and the "s." And put the "i" behind the "d."
Harris: "Sing Doo Wah Diddy?" That's the mystery of the ages?
Sign: I HAD TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING FAST.
I just discovered that all this time, I've been doing object-oriented programming. I just never really grokked 'object' so I'd figured I was somehow not doing it. Then I get whacked in the head and I'm like, what? That's the mystery of the ages?
Then again, this is a common reaction to me when I stumble over something that's gotten a constant build-up of mystique. Like objects. When I finally grok it, I'm not sure whether to be disbelieving at how simple it actually is, or disbelieving at how much time I spent agonizing about it.
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Date: 21 Dec 2012 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 27 Dec 2012 03:43 am (UTC)Although I must admit that imo, use cases can fall off the planet's surface and I would not miss them. Hate, hate, hate, hate. With the passion of a thousand burning baby suns!
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Date: 21 Dec 2012 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 27 Dec 2012 03:41 am (UTC)I know I've heard this mentioned before but can't place it, and now it bugs me. WTH, over, object-oriented literary criticism?