James Mickens: The Slow Winter:

You'd give your buddy a high-five and go celebrate at the bar, and then you'd think, "I wonder if we can make branch predictors even more accurate," and the next day you'd start XOR'ing the branch's PC address with a shift register containing the branch's recent branching history, because in those days, you could XOR anything with anything and get something useful, and you test the new branch predictor, and now you're up to 96% accuracy, and the branches call you on the phone and say OK, WE GET IT, YOU DO NOT LIKE BRANCHES, but the phone call goes to your voicemail because you're too busy driving the speed boats and wearing the monocles that you purchased after your promotion at work. [...]

When John went to work in 2003, he had an indomitable spirit and a love for danger, reminding people of a less attractive Ernest Hemingway or an equivalently attractive Winston Churchill. As a child in 1977, John had met Gordon Moore; Gordon had pulled a quarter from behind John's ear and then proclaimed that he would pull twice as many quarters from John's ear every 18 months. Moore, of course, was an incorrigible liar and tormentor of youths, and he never pulled another quarter from John's ear again, having immediately fled the scene while yelling that Hong Kong will always be a British territory, and nobody will ever pay $8 for a Mocha Frappuccino, and a variety of other things that seemed like universal laws to people at the time, but were actually just arbitrary nouns and adjectives that Moore had scrawled on a napkin earlier that morning. [...]

Of course, lay people do not actually spend their time trying to invert massive hash values while rendering nine copies of the Avatar planet in 1080p. Lay people use their computers for precisely ten things, none of which involve massive computational parallelism, and seven of which involve procuring a vast menagerie of pornographic data and then curating that data using a variety of fairly obvious management techniques, like the creation of a folder called "Work Stuff," which contains an inner folder called "More Work Stuff," where "More Work Stuff" contains a series of ostensible documentaries that describe the economic interactions between people who don't have enough money to pay for pizza and people who aren't too bothered by that fact. [...]