mr_luc Broke Ruby's Heart

Doing research for a presentation on Shoes in a forum. Sifting through matted layers of conversation. Listlessly digging, late into the night, in a manner not quite like shuffling your feet through fallen leaves, just for the sensation of it. When suddenly from the decay I turn up a lover's handwritten note! In this case a certain mr_luc was confessing his own duplicity, confessing to Ruby that his heart belongs to another.

I now reproduce the promiscuous mr_luc's confession as overheard here

I like Camping.

I think I will probably like Shoes.

The reason I like them? I am having a very hard time fighting between my Lisp side and my Ruby side. My little language side and my object side. My OMGrails side and my OMGmacros side.

So right now I'm a total code slut.

I'm exclusive and classy (no Microsoft rednecks or Perl stoners, please), but everything has got to be totally commitment-free. I have this respite, I don't know for how long, where I'm not coding for money and I get to play around with stuff I like and decide how I really want to code. I don't want to invest in a massive architecture, and when compared to Lisp, Ruby's syntax and macrolessness and object centrism are already big mental investments without learning the Rails architecture, as you really need to do to be capable with it.

Lisp lets me work as elegantly as I can think. Ruby lets me be productive and play with the latest toys with a lower amount of pain than other options, but it doesn't have my heart.

And for that reason, I like Camping and (probably) Shoes. I'm a whore right now, Ruby. I'm not really yours.

This is as intimate as it gets with programming languages. Thank you for coming clean Mr. Luc, whoever you are.