I like the profile. And that plunge grind looks clean. Did you free hand that?

I just cancelled my subscription after 20+ years. It's just not worth the rising costs anymore.

I found a blog with a bunch of the definitions

https://www.neatorama.com/2022/03/09/Leading-Causes-of-Deaths-in-London-1632/

I was singing to my daughter when she was around that age and told me to stop singing. I asked why and she told me, because you can't

I love the fact that the slave owner is not only the one unarmed person you don't lose honor for killing, but you actually gain honor for killing him.

This is the thing I love the most about the younger generations now.

• Boomers: If you don't like it do something about it
• Gen-X: nah we're too nihilistic
• Millennials: sorry we're too busy trying to survive on the scraps you left us
• Boomers: that's what I thought

Now:

• Boomers: If you don't like it do something about it
• Gen-Z/Alpha: okay!
• Boomers: no, not like that!

Whenever I see things like this I think back to something Lewis Black once said back during the Occupy Wall Street protests. They had him on ABC or one of the major news stations and asked him what he thought about it. His answer was along the lines of, "When were the college kids ever wrong?"

The Fifth Element

I'm glad it didn't get a sequel because it is such a good stand alone movie. I'm just shocked the studio didn't try to milk it for everything it had.

I worked at a pizza place in highschool and one of our delivery drivers was an elderly guy who drove your typical delivery driver beat up old Honda Civic type car. He was a super nice guy, but never talked much about himself. Then one day he shows up to work in a Maserati because apparently his Civic wouldn't start. Turns out he was a crew member with freaking Jacques Cousteau and was very wealthy. He just delivered pizza for something to do and because he liked meeting new people.

He eventually sold the Maserati to one of my coworkers for a couple of thousand of dollars because it needed a new fuel pump and he didn't feel like dealing with it. Yet, he kept that sun bleached Civic for as long as I worked there.

One of the favorite stories is about the first time I took my wife to England. She majored in British literature in college and is the type of person who reads Shakespeare for fun, and can even read and speaks middle English. I worked and traveled to England a few times a year and had lived there in my early 20s, before we met.

For our fifth anniversary I took her to England. It was her first time ever leaving the US. In fact the first time she left the southern US.

We're standing at the curb at Gatwick waiting for a cab and there are two guys behind us talking. My wife leans over and whispers, "what language are they speaking?"

I just started laughing, and explained they were speaking English, they are just Scottish. All that book learning and studying of the language couldn't prepare her for the Scottish accent.

import SQLAlchemy as SQLJesus

Problem solved

I built a new PC from the ground up a few year back. Every morning when I would sit down to start working I noticed it had rebooted around 6:30 am. I searched through every single log, ran all sorts of hardware scans, checked power outputs, dug through everything in Task Schedulers, and could not find a single reason it would keep rebooting. There were no Event Logs showing the reboot was initiated and no minidump files so it wasn't a BSOD.

I woke up early one morning and sat in my office waiting for it to reboot and nothing. The next morning I go in my office at 8 and it had rebooted. Some mornings it would reboot and others it would not. I was convinced it had to be my power supply and was about to order a new one.

Then I came downstairs right at 6:30 one morning and caught my son walking out of my office. Turns out he was going into the office every morning and holding down the power button and forcing a reboot because liked watching all the RGB light turning all at once when it would turn on.

I did buy a house in 2008. January of 2008. Two months before the market crashed. It took me years not to be upside down.

A fellow nano user! There are dozens of us!

Karma - there are way too many shitty people who just continue to be shitty because nothing ever comes back to bite them. Meanwhile, people who actually try to help are kicked around the most.

There is Nebula, but it requires a subscription. However, all of the creators on it are part owners, so you know they get a better deal than whatever YouTube is giving them. Well worth the $50 a year to me.

The 90s. Cross your legs, gay! Wear a shirt with a loop on the back, gay! Express any emotions, gay!

So, I asked Chat GPT to write a quick PowerShell script to find the number of months between two dates. The first answer it gave me took the number of days between them and divided by 30. I told it, it needs to be more accurate than that, so it wrote a while loop to add 1 months to the first date until it was larger than the 2 second date. Not only is that obviously the most inefficient way to do it, but it had no checks to ensure the one in the loop was actually smaller so you could just end up with zero. The results I got from co-pilot were not much better.

From my experience, unless there is existing code to do exactly what you want, these AI are not to the level of an experienced dev. Not by a long shot. As they improve, they'll obviously get better, but like with anything you have to keep up and adapt in this industry or you'll get left behind.

I grew up in the 80s and 90s in catholic house, so all I really knew about her was she ripped up a picture of the pope on SNL. I wasn't familiar with her music at all. Then around 2001 I went to a Dropkick Murphys concert and before they came on stage they played The Foggy Dew by The Chieftains. I had never heard this song before and I remember being absolutely enamored by the ghostly vocals and having no idea it was her singing. 20+ years later I still get chills listening to it.

And for those who haven't heard it - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keWnPZOd2cw

My wife went into labor with our second child and like 3 AM. I load our 4 year old and her into the car. A little while later Grandpa shows up and takes our son home. My wife gives birth to our daughter. I go back home that evening because Grandpa has to drive an hour back to his house to feed his horses.

Go to put my son to bed and his brown blanket that he has slept with every night is nowhere to be found. I knew he loved this blanket and knew this day would come, so I had a spare hidden in the house.

I march proudly in and hand him this blanket. He looks at it, looks at me, and says, "old brown blanket". For context he is autistic and had a severe speech delay, so it was kind of shocking to hear him say that. I explain he can have it tomorrow and that this one will do for tonight.

I go to turn on his noise maker which he has slept with every night of his life and it won't turn on. Turns out our cat picked that day to chew completely through the cord and then continue to munch on it making it unrepairable.

So in one day he got drug out of bed at 3 am, got a new sister, lost his brown blanket, and his noise maker wouldn't work.

Luckily I had my box of cables and found one that worked with his noise maker. I was so excited when I ran up the stairs with his working noise maker.

He is 15 now, still has his brown blanket and still reminds me about the time I tried to give him "new brown blanket." But not that his noise maker had a new cord.