Some semi-serious musing about Discovery season two.
Don’t let faux Klingons send real Americans to war. It’s wrong.
A day of the daytime star. / The clouds are compelled to commence fleeing, and are filled with dread. / I have a destination; / and there, because of the atmosphere, I am pleased. / Describe to me **immediately** / how to go to Sesame Street.
Seeing as how old school programmers think like Klingon programmers, I believe that it can be reasonably assumed that all old programmers are Klingon.
Did you know that you could Google in Klingon? Completely bizarre. But cool.