If You're Passing The Buck, Don't Ask

I'm All In Favor Of Keeping Dangerous Weapons Out Of The Hands Of Fools. Let's Start With Typewriters.

Something Went Klunk. Like A Nickel Dropping In A Soda Machine. One Of Those Small Insights That Explains Everything. This Was Puberty For These Boys. Adolescence. The First Date, The First Kiss, The First Chance To Hold Hands With Someone Special. Delayed, Postponed, A Decade's Worth Of Longing--while Everybody Around You Celebrates Life, You Pretend, Suppress, Inhibit, Deprive Yourself Of You Own Joy--but Finally Ultimately, Eventually, You Find A Place Where You Can Have A Taste Of Everything Denied.

The Computer Has Evolved Into A Partner, A Tool, And An Environment--not Just In Science Fiction, But In The Public Consciousness As Well. Computers Are No Longer Malevolent Iron Brains That Manufacture Tyrannical And Oppressive Answers; They Are Not A Way To Think, They Are A Place From Which To Think. The Computer Is An Environment In Which Answers Can Be Sought, Created, Manipulated And Developed.

Incompetency Fed On Itself.

True Genius Can Be Identified By The Fact That Its Expression Changes The World Into Something It Has Never Been Before.