I know it’s cliche, but Pi has always been my favorite number and today is pi day so I celebrate.
When new people start at Tumblr and walk through the office being introduced to people, we have an opportunity to ask questions. I always ask, “What’s your closest approximation of pi?”. I get a lot of blank stares but nearly 100% of the time people can throw at “3” or “3.14”. Last week I had a first, someone got through “3.14159”.
People always ask me how much of it I know. I only actually know “3.14159265358” but I can just keep spitting out numbers after that and no one knows if they’re right or not. They just assume I possess some kind of special gift.
Well, I do have a special gift. The gift of bullshit.
Sometimes I find myself spending an inordinate amount of time crafting the language behind error messages. Software development can be a lot like what I imagine being an archeologist is like. You spend a fair amount of time, without a ton of information, trying to decipher what the scribblings of some person a long time ago might have meant.
I find myself asking deep philosophical questions when writing these messages. “What would JD do? Will future Blake know what this meant? Will some hapless user be able to decrypt this message? Where are my pants?”