I always wonder when you see stuff like this. Is it an email? Do they all get an email with the daily talking points? Is it a conference call? Do they go to the call, or do their assistants? Or does someone else post to all of their accounts? Like, how does this work, mechanically?
And who is doing the coordination? Seriously. I have so many questions.
Over 20 years. We probably met through mutual acquaintances 30ish years ago, but that is lost to the mists of time.
I felt a great disturbance in the Roadmap, as if millions of unit tests suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.
I’m hoping to move back to the town where my friends and family live. I’ve been in my current place for a few years, and it’s fine, but I feel like my life is on hold.
I’m kind of looking forward to my kids getting a little more mature. Parenting lil kids is not what I’m cut out for. But it’s bittersweet - that gets them closer to moving out and starting their lives without me.
Good luck on the job hunt. I hope you manage to find something in vfx.
I feel like Rust would be some complaint from the compiler saying that some apparently unrelated struct can’t be Send/Sync for some inscrutable reason. Or something about pinning a future.
Do you still possess this talent?
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weekend hit as many as 20 Russian warplanes, destroying around 10 of them, two U.S. officials told Reuters, a figure that is about half the number estimated by Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskiy.
Eh. Still seems pretty good.
Not cried, but I felt shaken and sad when Iain Banks died. His writing isn’t important to me the way a few other authors are, but I read his stuff at a very specific time in my life. I think his death got me thinking about my own mortality.
I didn’t find out about Toren Smith’s death until a few years ago. It’s sad that he died so young. I felt the same way when Nigel Findley died.
Both of them created worlds that I ran TTRPGs in. I think that makes me feel a weird connection with them. They didn’t know that I exist, but I still built on what they gave me, and that makes me feel a kinship (and admiration) for them.
I’m fine paying what I pay, but I reserve the right to question the quality of services they pay for.
Dip the liquorice in raw mayo.
Carve the compiled objects onto bricks and mail them to Richard Stallman, taunting him through a bullhorn as you do so.
I have nothing against Stallman, but I love this.
I think the vertical axis is the amount, and each bar represents a feeling. So euphoria or dread could also appear on the horizontal.
That’s a nice hat.
I’m in the same boat - I don’t want to be in such close social proximity to Internet randos.
I suspect a big part is tax and investment law.
A bunch of poors (like me!) who band together won’t have much capital to buy inventory or equipment. I doubt banks and investors would lend to the bunch of poors, since they have a non-standard decision making structure.
That’s gonna make it hella hard to get started.
By Grabthar’s Hammer!
Preach. Thanks for the kind words.