For most men life is a search for the proper manila envelope in which to get themselves filed.
No.
Computer Science is no more about computers than astronomy is about telescopes.
She got her looks from her father. He's a plastic surgeon.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
Nobody is ever met at the airport when beginning a new adventure. It's just not done.