If I would drink any coffee in that time, (even worse with/or booze) I would be still up the next day by a large margin. :(
As much as I like at some time before 14:00 'o clock and then none.
Caffeine has about 8hrs half-life and blocks a few key receptors in the brain, so it will only mask the tiredness you build up over the day.
Too much water. And it's all either fresh, slush or solid.
Because of the lack of salt, we have salmiakki. /s
I was reluctant to take this project, knowing well I would end up deleting nearly all existing code I would have to touch, all while having just mediocre skill writing its successor, if it ever becomes one.
I can no longer escape from this project, nor do have I will to.
Btw. I'm having a party tonight like NOW.
Removing API dependency from a plugin.
> Me 2023: It will take only a few weeks, right? RIGHT?
A year later: I re-wrote the entire damm plugin. Have a good day.
"When you do things right, people won't notice and it's like you have done nothing at all."
Futurama or something something quote likely not word-to-word correct.
Sugar is half bad, half good: the glucose part causes no harm and whole body can use it. The fructose part on otherhand is bad and has to/can only be processed by the liver first.
I understood the paperclips reference! :D
Yeah, it feels like I blinked and it's now October already...
(2024 was and still is a heck of an year for me. I have almost climbed out of the ditch on this year. Yay!)
100% Nope: A episode from supernatural, where ghouls half way succeed to eat Sam. (I consider it as the most gruesome horror I have ever seen, and I don't think I have the stomach to see it ever again. The blood draining is a ... no.)
Yellow brick road on otherhand hits the weird places spot of SCP, which I can't get enough. (not horror really, but still)
You don't know untill you try. For me, maybe consuming 400 existential dread doses a day doesn't register.
(/s maybe, this is a tongue in cheek post... )
To be fair, All Your Base Are Belong To Us is still a banger that I may want to hear on my death bed.
Edit: what this does to me is that there is now programming language called "zig", so you now can move zig.
The point when the AI hallucinations become useful is the point where I raise my eye brows. This not one of those.
The billions that got pumped into vaxine research... The mRNA method has received a nobel prize. Before this we had no good way (or as safe) to pre-train the immune system to "if you see this (virus, etc.) again, raise the alarms". Now we do.
Edit: updated the wording a bit.
I do this exact same expression when I'm forced to gain knowledge of something potentially personally catastrophic...
Fortunately, there is a gap in the atmosphere that allows to radiate heat directly in the outer space - so in that (narrowish) wavelenght band there is no limit. (But, notably, with current tech the gap is not very usable or has only very limited applications)
Python is just a pile of dicts/hashtables under the hood. Even the basic int
type is actually a dict of method names:
x = 1
print(dir(x))
['__abs__', '__add__', '__and__', '__bool__', '__ceil__', '__class__', '__delattr__', '__dir__', ... ]
PS: I will never get away from the fact that user-space memory addresses are also basically keys into the page table, so it is hashtables all the way down - you cannot escape them.
This "news" looks pure FUD + confusion of what actually happened, and I think is best to be ignored until it can be read coherently from the next weeks news paper... I'm only commenting because of my local news began to propel this shit...
I know two friends.. who would absolutely lynch you for doing this.
Anyway, it has been fun following them and occasionally ask "whats this card worth?" and general answer has been 5-50€ a card. The cards can be worth more than literal money.
Login in from /dev/null
A greentext moment:
Decide to listen sweet sweet psytrance.
Playlist only available on Spotify.
Don't like non-free software. (a fucking 1TB disk full of free)
Try make the account anyway.
Somebody else has registered your email.
Request to recover password.
The request arrived at my mail box. Freaking out. No memory of why, when or how.
Listening sweet sweet psytrance.
(Still freaking out.)