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NicolaHaskell

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    Great job Republican scum!

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  • A "no" vote is a siege, framing a hurricane's destruction as a wrathful act of god sent to punish a lesson into Pinocchio is accelerationist

  • When we finally get to a 4 day work week, will you be happy to see Friday go, or Monday?

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  • I'm on board with the complementarity objective, but dividing society by collar color is a means for distributing things less. Time barriers reinforce worker segmentation by industry. Different rituals and religious traditions evolve on either side, and Romeo and Juliet are lost in their respective crowds. Convinced their problem is too much work, Four Day Workweek Jesus arrives to champion a revolution towards a three day week, and Four Day Workweek Satan points out that arranging and organizing other people's lives (for free!) has always been in support of the same capitalists that the bleeding heart Christians seem so upset about.

  • When we finally get to a 4 day work week, will you be happy to see Friday go, or Monday?

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  • There's a lot of optimism in this thread, so if I may imagine Sophie kicking the dust instead of choosing..

    Assuming such a thing did happen it'd only happen for a subset of the population, which would then be divided such that one group gets Monday and the other gets Friday while service workers get two more nights of labor.

  • Beware Hollywood’s digital demolition: it’s as if your favourite films and TV shows never existed

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  • Here's a random paranoid tangent before lunch! I was reading recently about the evolution of theater in England over a hundred years from ~1550-1650. Elizabeth ruled during the first part of that interval, and Shakespeare wrote. His plays included perspectives from wide slices of society and were performed for royalty and commoners alike. Elizabeth died and private theatrical commissions began to outgrow public theater, which according to wikipedia "sustained themselves on the accumulated works of the previous decades".

    Starting in 1642 theaters were closed entirely by act of a Puritanical Parliament. That ban lasted 18 years and once the audience was Quite Thirsty, the English Restoration restored theater abstractly and filled it with bawdy raunch.

    Yada yada, Disney then hired a crew of weepy Christian writers in the 20th century to repackage folk tales into Little Mermaid and Iron Man, which seems parallel enough to Shakespeare retelling Ovid. Film flourished, and in the early days of broadcast TV anybody could star in their own very own program. The Writers were on the brink of delivering us Heroes, but they up and left before they could save the cheerleader.

    Now this age of regurgitated, computer animated-and-written, crowdsource produced art seems familiar, too. We're filling the gaps with what we know, and the Appalachians wielding the pen are finding gaps they didn't know were there. It's odd being here, but my point is that if we are stuck in a loop then there's the potential that on the horizon is a period of Hollywood producing a bunch of light hearted Boob Comedies.

  • My favourite type of self-care

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  • This post is creating company culture by its promotion of ditching coworkers and seeking validation through memes. Disassociation is the problem!

  • You have been banned from /c/Lemmyshitpost

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  • moralizing "diminishing relationships to promote etc" sounds like ayn-rand-libertarian-christian-nationalist-trumper lizard folk valuing the ability to say horrible things to people then hoist blame on them for corrupting society while camouflaged behind a veil of repentant self-exile

  • It's not only dangerous to drive drunk, it's also dangerous to walk drunk outdoors because of cars.

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  • 11 shots of tequila

    why wouldn’t they?

    a task you need to be sober for

    Did somebody get drunk and imagine herself the victim again?

  • Correction: "it places our profit in a vulnerable situation" (some things, including seeing who liked my profile, require a subscription) 🤢

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  • losing sleep over Big Values because you got caught pirating is common catholic crybaby, but the cheapskate won't pay to enter and find out

  • What was the first song you played after you got the car you always wanted or your first car?

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  • Custom ROMs have had just about enough of being Android's second-class citizens

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  • The pattern feels like a-b-c sometimes, but the rebranding keeps the story feeling fresh

  • Custom ROMs have had just about enough of being Android's second-class citizens

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  • besides these two lazy kids and the witch who just wants to eat there's also the hungry stepmom who pushed the idea and the deadbeat dad who went along with it (until both women die and he ends up the hero)

  • Custom ROMs have had just about enough of being Android's second-class citizens

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  • Heracles could shoot the eagle and break the chains, but then Prometheus might inform Zeus of the path to Troy. Titanomachy is one way of exchanging fire, but I'm human and content to hand it back and forth between each other. The pain of letting go is nuclear enough after Gaia and Uranus's Family Vacation tore valleys through the mountains.

  • Ah sweet!

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  • There's bacteria that grow in the roots of legumes that are capable of capturing gaseous nitrogen. That nitrogen makes its way to the soil, where the trees can suck it up to produce protein, like sunflower seeds. I eat those and by the time I urinate and die the nitrogen has been so concentrated within me that I burn a small hole in the ground for the fungus, sun, and time to decay and heal.

    If I could photosynthesize the carbs needed to bootstrap this operation I would. If I could plant a piece of myself and feed it rainwater and atmospheric nitrogen to grow a steak I would. If I could leave behind shelter I wood.

  • Principal Skinner on Immutable Distros

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  • all your time learing to configure an abstraction layer instead of interfacing with the real underlying tooling

    Bro it's state machines all the way down and expressions up top

  • Stay alert.

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  • They called themselves the Kool Kids but we knew them as the Terror Twins, the Masonic Menace. They'd force their way into any bit of joy or loss, a trail of rubble and scars bolstering their smothering presence, the moon's the only force strong enough to pull them away.

    At least that's what some say happened the night Kool-Aid Man landed on the rocks. Everybody has their say on how he got there, but the facts of the matter are he did get there, the tides were shifting when he did, the moon was full and the sky was clear, and a group of yutes had just started a fire for a clam bake near where shards of glass were later found. All the king's horses and men gathered to put him together again, but with one piece lost in the sand he bled out entirely.

    The coroner informed Warm-Hinder, who froze in place. A sudden strong gust cracked his icy joints in half, sending his upper parts rolling down 95. When he finally thawed out somewhere near Maryland he dragged himself to the woods, to the remotest cabin of the least connected mountain in all of Appalachia.

    Out front sat Marge and Paddy, who offered a refill to the dehydrated tumbler and pointed to the trail of sweet tears leading to the stranger on their porch. He drank deep then reached for a horseshoe on the ground near his foot, hurling it at the hosts' hearts. A cloud shifted as he did, and a ray of light caught the glass in the old couple's hands. A rainbow fired from between them blinding the guest, who fell to the floor grasping at his eyes.

    "I can't see, I can't see!" he cried scrambling on all fours, kicking up dust and throwing what rocks his fingers could find.

    "What is it you can't face?" asked Marge.

    "I thought if I tried hard enough," he trailed.

    Paddy chuckled through the break in the noise and shared a slice of moldy bread.

    The two sat sipping in silence where they had been and where they'll stay rocking. The one watched as the rain fell and the sea filled with boiling fire, and the earth pulled in closer still. He heard rhythm in his frantic breathing and saw seedlings sprouting out of softened soil. The beating of his heart filled his feet and he began to dance.

    Night had fallen by then but the forest was bright and the path was clear. So he danced with the gravity pulling him through forest and flood and ocean until daybreak. And when he arrived home he saw the gates and gears of the city lifting and turning, and a river of Red 40 flowing through.

  • Let me pull this out of my ass

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  • At a certain level all data is a pair (some name, blob of bytes). You can concatenate sequences of those pairs into a tar archive and call that a database. To access "the last object" you'd have to seek over the "first" objects. So you can build another set of (some name, blob of bytes) that serves as an index into the first set. You'll first have to do at least one full pass over that first set, and you'll need to make space on the books to account for twice as many sets, AND you'll still have to do some seeking over the "first objects" in the indexing collection, but it all keeps recall times very short!

  • Let me pull this out of my ass

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  • We taught the infant AI to say Hitler as a joke then we got bored so now the only way it knows how to get our attention is by heiling in the school hallways while we get drunk in the comment section blaming capitalists and reddit for our absent parenting.

  • Let me pull this out of my ass

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