Every project needs a guardian angel, someone who watches over the code.
No advertising, just down to earth embedded talk. The nuns of St. Camillus pounded all sorts of interesting ideas into the heads of myself and my grade school pals. Some will no doubt come out in the inevitable therapy sessions I'll need when my kids crash into teenagerhood. Others, though scary at the time, make for good stories today. No doubt my guardian angel is a UNIX guru, working full time just to keep the sheer volume of my black marks from crashing all of heaven's database engines.