It’s not that I like COBOL. I like software that leaves me alone.
It’s not that I like COBOL. I like software that leaves me alone. If my friends and acquaintances are mistaking me at this point for the illegitimate niece of Grace Hopper, I probably can’t blame them. Someone recently sent me some retro-computing material starting with something along the lines of “as you’re the niece of Grace Hopper”, and given how much COBOL has appeared in my recent experiments, I can understand where that came from.