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"we decided to build a low-tech, self-hosted, and solar-powered version of Low-tech Magazine"
I respect a website that's prepared to go offline when it gets too cloudy.
“Using deft allegory, the authors have provided an insightful and intuitive explanation of one of Unix's most venerable networking utilities. Even more stunning is that they were clearly working with a very early beta of the program, as their book first appeared in 1933, years (decades!) before the operating system and network infrastructure were finalized.”
Hello! My talk from CornCon 2018 is now online. It is called "The history of cron" and is given in the character of a man who gradually realizes he is not speaking at CronCon, a conference about the UNIX time-based scheduling software, but rather at CornCon, a conference about the popular grain known as "maize" in many parts of the world.
Picture this: a room full of small girls with their face painted like butterflies, wearing unicorn horns, standing around a unicorn cake. Next to the table are couches facing the television, where the end credits of a kid’s movie have slid seamlessly into the opening credits of All About the Benjamins. In the moment of silence before everyone sang, someone on the tv screamed “SHOOT THAT MOTHERFUCKER, SHOOT HIM” and then everyone sang happy birthday #SmallStories
I used to think it was dumb and silly because, like, OBVIOUSLY I died, I can see what's happening on-screen, but the more I think about it, the more sense it makes.
GAME OVER implies failure; you died, the game has ended. But the whole POINT is that death is NOT the end.
YOU DIED. Get back up and do it again.
Been unironically thinking a lot lately about how Souls games display the message YOU DIED upon death and how it's actually a really good, but subtle, way to reinforce the idea of learning by doing.
Wow someone named their band after mastodon!
My sister’s birthday card for my dad is cracking me up
I met a cephalopod from an antique land,
Who said—"Eight vast and trunkless legs of stone
Lie in the desert... Near them, on the sand,
On the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Octomandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
According to #librefm, here are my most played albums of the week:
Eagles of Death Metal - Peace, Love, Death Metal
Glass Animals - How to Be a Human Being
Bad.u - late night bumps 2
Bombay Bicycle Club - A Different Kind of Fix
AWOL nation - Megalithic Symphony
Bsd.u - late night bumps
Nico Vega - Fury oh Fury
Idles - Joy as an act of Resistance
Son Lux - Lanterns
The great Pesi-Coca wars were quashed upon the introduction of the far, far, superior Cott's brand Black Cherry.
Don't @ me
I love how on iOS, to uninstall apps, you press and hold on an app and this causes all of the app icons to quiver in fear as you choose which ones to destroy.
Tʜɪs ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ɢᴜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs ᴇᴍᴀɪʟ ғᴏɴᴛ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢs sᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ "ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ". Hᴇʀᴇ's ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ɢᴜʏ
so brave of sesame street to smash the notion of their characters having rich inner lives by showing the puppeteers stand up at the end of each episode, announce "THIS WAS ALL A FICTION, THEY FEEL NOTHING" and then tear the heads off their own muppets with their teeth
I'm a rocker, I'm a roller, I'm a right out of controller.
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