evilstevie @evilstevie@mastod1.ddns.net

wenting channel doesn't post often, but when they do, holy shit.

60fps eink monitor.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHbA2-_qzH4

I miss Web 1.0. You click a link, you get to the website, you read the content. What a concept.

Today I deleted more code than I created 🎉

Coffee sketching
HB mechanical pencil
35 minutes

following Effin' Birds on LinkedIn is essential

Some thoughts on turning fifty as a man who didn't expect to (and often didn't want to) survive until twenty.

https://open.substack.com/pub/howardhardiman/p/fifty-years?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=1zuzo

@whitequark @ratsnakegames @mcc The Scandinavian languages have a similar thing. A vacuum cleaner is a dust sucker. A refrigerator is a cooling closet. An airplane is a flying machine. A television is completely literally translated: It's a remote sight. In Norwegian, a computer is a data machine.

(Icelandic, a non-Scandinavian Nordic language, has some even more awesome constructs: A computer is a "tölva", a portmanteau of "töl" (number) and "völva" (viking age witch/seeress) - so it's a "number witch"!)

@nixCraft knowledge of how shit works

A drop of dream fuel - The Eternity Gate by John Blanche

“My god!” She exclaimed.

“What is it?” He asked.

“There’s no time to explain.”

She jumped up and from her desk in the operations room and ran to the metal locker in the corner.

She flung it open to reveal a full-bore shotgun, which she grabbed, along with as many shells as she could fit in her hands and jeans pockets.

“Veronica?! What are you doing!!” He screamed, now standing as well.

But it was too late. She had already charged through the door and had headed on to the datacenter floor.

He walked out onto the balcony to see what was going on. He was treated to only the briefest listen to the familiar white noise hum of the servers and equipment racks, before the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable carnage of several shot gun shells being fired towards the hardware.

He ducked for cover. It must’ve only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she laid waste to the computers that until just a few minutes ago she had been peacefully monitoring.

The shooting subsided, he felt comfortable enough to stand up once again.

Dust, bits of servers, smoke and other debris filled the air.

She slowly walked back up the stairs, now covered in a dirty layer of the various materials, and holding a still smoking shotgun.

“What the hell was that about?!” He asked.

“The AI,” she said. “It started podcasting.”

#microfiction

There once was an X from place B
Who satisfied predicate P
The X did thing A
In a specified way
Resulting in circumstance C.

Google Workspace Recommendations: look less cracked bitch wow wipes ass with money FUCK YOU burns 10 shipping containers of DDR5 hahahahahahahahhahaha

meanwhile him and his billionaire buddies are doing their LEVEL FUCKING BEST to get rid of any aid or social programs that would help secure a future for the next generation they're so desperately looking to shove into factories.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but the department of education, save the loan department no longer exists currently.

but rest assured, homeboy is telling you you aren't having enough kids to work in his gigafactories.

I'll bet that pile of ketamine in a trench coat doesn't have a will or plan for succession for literally anything in his life right now.

Kinda wanna see him eat lead salad just to see what the fallout would be.