IBM provided business machines (internationally, even) to Nazi Germany, probably a big help in bureaucratically processing those millions of murders they were doing. I can’t (or perhaps, “won’t” is truer) imagine how much cloud compute a modern genocide requires.
AUF WIEDERSEHEN!
That’s a cool board. I’ve been thinking about something in similar form factor, kind of missing old slide phones with physical keyboards. The idea of building out little mesh devices for a local emergency network is quite interesting. Maybe with a few supernode base stations built around RasPis to act as data-storage/relays/service-providers…
It’s because they ruined Linux! Damn Linux users!
I’ve absolutely driven past a cop who was playing WoW on his laptop while sitting in traffic.
I prefer the original to this pop cover.
Before I checked the community, I misread the ahnk as a Venus ♀︎ and thought this was a coming out as trans post. All the same, you go girl!
I feel like shitposts and shit posts belong here, but I guess most find it a shit shitpost.
!cat@lemmy.world !cats@sh.itjust.works !cats@midwest.social !cats@lemmy.ml !catswithjobs@lemm.ee !catswithjobs@lemmy.world !illegallysmolcats@lemmy.world !oneorangebraincell@lemmy.world !oneorangebraincell@lemmy.tf !catsstandingup@lemmy.world !blurrypicturesofcats@lemmy.world
Special mentions: !aww@lemmy.ml !aww@lemmy.world
There’s also several “pets” communities on smaller instances. Feel free to post your cat communities as well, I can’t have gotten them all.
Huh, never saw this one but in high school I had a dream just like this. I met a beautiful woman, perfect in every way, we got married had some kids, I even got some ways into middle age. Then, I was sitting in chair and noticed that my vision seemed… blurry at the edges, in a very “vignette filter” kind of way and I immediately knew I was dreaming. Woke up just as the existential collapse started. For several years after I’d try to remember her face, what our love had felt like, any of the details that had seemed so solid and tantalizing real for those few sleeping hours.
In retrospect, a lot like that Rick and Morty episode with the life simulator game. I wonder if one of the writers ever had that dream too? Brains are weird, and I haven’t any dreams nearly that all encompassing since.
She’s recently switched to TypeScript and is annoyed that non-delivery drivers keep messing up her code. If people remembered to strongly type their driver objects, the compiler would have caught that error.
I guess assembler is sumerien then, only still written and understood? And cobol or fortran? Linear a and b?
Maybe I’m missing a joke, but just in case, please sleep on it before you commit to anything. Nothing improves after it ends.
We do a little trolling, as a treat, on people who rigidly hold to other, unnamed diets that are stricter, and also what they feed their pets. We do not, in accordance with the rules, bring up such arguments here.
Arch? Only if you have time to maintain it and do regular updates! I just use Mint (btw) and have auto-updates turned on. It only bricks the machine once or twice a year, easily resolved with a quick reinstall.
It’s the same conversations but everyone uses the word “liberate” instead so it’s much more pleasant
Wow, hadn’t thought about that one in a long time. I thought it was an old Scott Hanselman blog and I was correct! I’ll have to reread it, been years now.
I’m not sure there’s much why to it exactly. I feel like a small fraction of people I’ve met in life were truly passionate and excited about the work they did. Most had some passion for an art, or a hobby, or for their kids very commonly, but people who really want to grow and master their craft are somewhat rare generally. Most folks just want to do well enough to keep their jobs and then go home to whatever they actually care about.
I like how I know this story didn’t happen anywhere close to me since: no one calls them “cycle paths”, we hardly have any “bike lanes” anyway, and we definitely don’t have any trains to ride while discussing biking.
Now, if this had been a story about guns, trucks, and psychopaths, it would have been very relatable.