So, I just read the first chapter of Salmon of Doubt, the posthumous collection of Douglas Adams' writings. It makes me wonder what people would think of me, if they went through the hard drives of all of my computers 60 years from now. Snippets of code, unfinished projects, random notes to myself (like this one), email messages sent and received. Okay, so few would be interested.
Reminds me of... (Score:1)