I read fiction that requires almost no brain power. Either print or e-ink (no bright screen). Sherlock Holmes type stuff is like a sleeping pill.

It does look like a stenomask, but the over the nose thing is different. I don’t know why you wouldn’t just type. Maybe it dampens the screaming.

The whole “AI is enough” marketing that the author mentions in the conclusion is total poison. A buddy of mine works at one of the companies involved in this circlejerk and they have the same mandate. Cost is not an issue. Use it for everything.

He said he has to roll the dice all day to get good output from the AI. Its more important they USE THE AI than it is that they PRODUCE GOOD CODE. In fact “good code” is not a thing, in the traditional sense. “Good code” means AI created. His actual title ostensibly has nothing to do with AI, they are producing a totally different thing. But since he works at a company that is benefiting massively from AI investment, his bosses are mandating a worse form of developing because they are now in the business of selling AI rather than what presumably is the product.

It’s like if you were a plumber and your plumbing company merged with a huge factory that makes 90 degree pipe elbows. So they mandated that all plumbing now had to be done by joining together nothing but 90 degree pipe elbows rather than any other fitting. And since its all going to be sealed up inside a wall, who cares? How dare you question this? Are you saying there AREN’T legitimate uses for 90 degree pipe elbows?

Yeah, signage used to be massively more important. Not just the intersection signs, but the mile markers, the signs that give you a general guide to a distant hospital or park, the signs on overhead bridges that tell you what that cross street is. You’d have to constantly note them.

The compass was a lot more important, to the point where people installed aftermarket compasses in their car if there wasn’t one already. Also there was a lot more math with address numbers, like noting which side of the street had odd numbers, then counting how much they were incrementing to estimate how close you were. Resetting your “trip odometer” could be important.

There was just a lot more “dead reckoning” type of shit. GPS made all of this stuff so much easier. I do miss the AAA Triptiks though. My Grandma had AAA and she would get them for me. There was something really satisfying about working your way through one on a long road trip.

Me too, but with office supplies instead of pizzas. They handed me a ripped out chunk of phone book, the “map” section at the back, and let me go. It was also in the liminal period where cellphones were ubiquitous enough that most payphones had been ripped out, but a cellphone was still too expensive for me to afford, so that was fun.

Just ran like crap. Headlights too dim to see, etc.

I have no idea. He was also like, the third owner, so it’s quite possible that things were failing.

My brother’s first car was a 1989 Dodge Colt. He couldn’t run heat, wipers, and headlights at the same time. So driving at night, in the winter, when it was raining, became this dance of running the wipers until your ass was almost frozen to the seat, then turning them off and running the heat until you were almost blind, then repeat.

It gets even funnier. Only two lawyers committed the malpractice, but they were working “pro hac” which means they aren’t licensed in that court but have been granted temporary permission. This isn’t uncommon, but it usually requires a sign off from an attorney that IS barred in that court. That’s where the other two lawyers come in. You need local lawyers who can quickly show up to court.

In practice being that local lawyer is a pretty good gig, you’re basically being paid to sign off on stuff and otherwise have no work to do. The catch is though, you are signing off. Your signature means you vouch for those fillings, even though realistically you aren’t going to double check them because you assume your fellow pro hac attorney isn’t committing malpractice.

So they just got totally fucked by their colleagues. It’s incomprehensible because judges have clerks that check every assertion in a motion so there’s no fucking way this would ever slide. The judge explains how they are fucked in the sanctions order. Oops.

Actually one of my most favorite memories because the simplicity of the solution using recursion blew my little mind. It was like discovering a magic spell.

You can probably rig up something similar using firefox settings depending on what your needs are for convenience and granularity.

Yeah, you can manually whitelist domains (including expressions). I do this for sites where I don’t mind keeping cookies around (like lemmy).

I use Cookie Autodelete. Doesn’t matter what I choose, it’s getting nuked when I close the tab. Handy to clear out IndexedDB and localStorage too, for sites that only let you read one or two pages before putting up a paywall.

Gnutsak

Hiring an actual company is way too complex. If they wanted to fake this they would have some intern from Bob Jones University use his personal Gemini account. The fact it hasn’t been tied to some crypto-scam or hawking a collectible geegaw is pretty good evidence the admin isn’t involved.

If you pick a FOSS license then your project is FOSS. The number of developers doesn’t matter.

I moved all my (meager bullshit) personal projects to Codeberg awhile ago. My stuff was already open source, but I did explicitly add some license files I neglected to add before just to make it clear. So far so good.

Before you archive your Github repos make sure to update them with one last commit explaining that the repo has moved to somewhere else (and potentially why). Once you lock the repo you can’t make changes. If you straight-up delete them then this isn’t an issue.

My grandpa said he would jazz up his marbles by making a little oven out of a tin can. You would heat them up then plunge them into a bucket of water, and if you did it right they would crack up but not fall apart.

I had a dog who developed seizures. Low dose phenobarbital solved the issue thankfully. It was a little inconvenient because he required regular liver tests and also, phenobarbital being a controlled substance, I had to buy it at a regular pharmacy. But other than that it was fine, much better than the seizures. He had no issues until he died (years later) of unrelated problems stemming from old age.

“A guy who likes to keep an empty stomach until the hard part of the day is done.”

“Garlic”

“Sapper Morton”

They exist, they’re just more corporate and centralized, and inundated with basic tech support questions due to the huge install base.

Like this: https://techcommunity.microsoft.com/category/windows

If you dig deep enough in there you’ll find administrators talking about powershell hacks and devops and group policy and stuff like that. There’s probably people who are “passionate” about Windows, I’d imagine, but since it’s closed source there’s only so much you can do without being literally an employee of MS. The people I’ve met like this are kind of smugly defensive about Windows because they’ve invested so much training and knowledge into its arcana, but it’s not exactly “passion”.