We get older and supposedly evolve, but the dynamic of a party will always stay true to its eighth-grade form. You have your cool kids, cliques, and, of course, a band of social pariahs content to wolf down buffet food and act like they're texting. It's the holiday season. Pull up a chair next to that creepy IT guy and strike up a conversation about clearing caches and cloud storage. You'll never understand the riveting idiosyncrasies of source code if you don't ask.