The sky above the port was the color of a television, tuned to a dead channel.
Stderr
All the unbuffered error messages
The sky above the port was the color of a television, tuned to a dead channel.
I called dad while I was driving home; it’s good to check up and make sure everyone’s doing OK. At my age, one cannot take one’s parents’ presence for granted, anymore. I wanted to gloat a little bit about the amazing way that science has come through for us, in spite of the bureaucratic roadblocks thrown in its path – the Covid-19 is toast, like a certain other malignant pathogen I won’t name – it’s now just a matter of time and not stumbling as we approach the finish-line.
Etching blades is a quietly satisfying process. You put the thing in some liquid and some bubbles appear; then you wait. Sometimes you take it out and scrub or rinse it and put it back. What you don’t want to do is take a nap (which turns into a full night’s sleep) while you’ve got a blade in the tank.
This is to help defray FTB’s legal debts from Richard Carrier’s defamation lawsuit. Details and rules are below:
This is for gamers.
Freedom’s just another word for no more fucks to give, or something like that.
I am a total sucker for “fortress of solitude” type buildings. There is some part of me that wishes I could just teleport myself to Mars, like Dr Jupiter, and build a place where I could do my thing and the rest of the world could leave me alone.
Today it began snowing around 10:30AM and continued on and off.
There is a glass-worker on etsy who does lovely slumped glass viruses, bacteria, trilobites, etc.
I got home lateish last night and just went to bed after a quick shower – a good end to a successful mission.