I have seem this exact scenario, in the 90s, at I think the Dead Milkmen’s final show. It was such an iconic moment. Glad to know it wasn’t a one-off!
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Observation is one I really enjoyed. Mild puzzling, tension but not really the sort that kills you, and a fun, mind-bending story. Also the title track is just amazing.
Hell yeah ISO 216 forever babyyyyyyy
I believe one of the overpriced Google tablets actually did use 1: √2 ratio, but they didn’t stick with it. Of course, google has the attention span of a lobotomized gerbil so they don’t stick with anything.
As someone who didn't make it into law school, and didn't keep trying partly because people who knew me well figured I'd likely have a stroke from rage as an attorney, I appreciate your wholesome and optimistic outlook you've carried into the career. Keep fighting the good fight!
I cried that whole bit with the controller feeling like you're missing an arm. So exact a representation of grief.
But the last scene, where the father simply falls to his knees at his son's grave. He's been granted his life back at a price no human parent would ever, ever accept. I cried racking sobs. It was so awful and true.
I am, for the first time, in an actual agile environment, and it’s amazing. I love our product manager.
Not a book, but the Bastard Operator From Hell series on theregister.co.uk gives a decent picture, if a touch dramatized.
Thank you for this. I would add, given the literal engineering for addiction, for at least some people, "just tune your notifications" is like telling an alcoholic "just don't drink so much."
Ironically, because of its security features, GrapheneOS only supports Pixel phones. Very tail-eating snake territory.
I'm actively considering getting a used Pixel and putting GrapheneOS on it, which is a highly locked-down, de-Googled Android phone. That won't do anything to keep me away from social media and the like, but it will stop 99% of tracking, which is perhaps my biggest beef with smart phones. I want the smarts to serve me, not FAANG.
Ding ding ding! We have a safe mode of robot transit: trains. See, we know exactly where they will go because they run on rails. Literally.