My small Tanenbaum story. When Prof. Tanenbaum came to speak at my college I showed up a bit late to a very packed room.
Many people were standing in the back, but it looked like there was one seat left in the first row, a few seats in. I proceeded to walk up, force everyone to stand up and politely asked everyone to move so I could use the last seat. Some old crusty professor didn't hear me , so I had to explicitly ask him to move.
About 1 minute later the crusty old professor stood up, walked back behind me and started his speech :). Oops. All my classmates asked me afterward WTF was wrong with me...
Reminds me of when I was at Dark Carnival in Berkeley browsing books. There was this comfy chair in the middle of the room, so I sat down to read a little of the book I was browsing. It was something by Poul Anderson, from the display next to the chair.
So, I'm sitting there reading and a crowd starts to gather. I look up and a bunch of people are looking at me. There's this older gentleman closer than the others. Then, it dawned on me, it was Poul Anderson. Oops. There to sign copies of his new book.
Many people were standing in the back, but it looked like there was one seat left in the first row, a few seats in. I proceeded to walk up, force everyone to stand up and politely asked everyone to move so I could use the last seat. Some old crusty professor didn't hear me , so I had to explicitly ask him to move.
About 1 minute later the crusty old professor stood up, walked back behind me and started his speech :). Oops. All my classmates asked me afterward WTF was wrong with me...