Until a man is twenty-five he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucking programmer in the world. If I moved to an APT in North Korea and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out side channels. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to wizardry. I used to feel that way, too, but then I ran into cperciva. In a way, this is liberating. I no longer have to worry about being the baddest motherfucking programmer in the world. The position is taken.