TMVII? Too Much Venereal Infection Information?

should’ve tried entering Wales instead

It wasn’t removed, it was marked as orphaned, which means anyone can take over and mess with it, lowering the bar for supply chain attacks.

If another user had said “I can take care of this long-term, gimme”, I’d had handed it over. Instead, some self-important dingbat with too many privileges decided to mass-mark all packages with an “outdated” flag beyond a certain age as orphaned, then ignored my mailing list post.

For what it’s worth, a distro package maintainer’s inability to update a package to a newer upstream version does not necessarily lead to a package being removed. Debian and Ubuntu kept shipping an ancient version of freetds sometime in the mid-2010s and the package maintainer was incommunicado.

A couple of weeks ago, some dingbat of an AUR admin orphaned a package of mine, ignoring the comment I left on it and my post to the mailing list.

Even though this package, to my knowledge, didn’t end up being attacked, I wonder if this was a potential precursor to the recent attack…

Isn’t that Franz Schubert’s The Trout?

To my knowledge, they’re there from day one, but start out very short and very soft. (I don’t think the mother can feel the difference during delivery.)

I assume you know your brother better than us Internet strangers. The most sensitive reaction depends on how he took the news, as well as his personality:

• if he seems worried about the diagnosis, reassure him that you will support him
• if he’s taking the diagnosis itself in stride but worried about how your family will treat him, tell him that fundamentally nothing will change, he’s still the brother you’ve known for years and you will treat him accordingly
• if he seems unbothered by both the diagnosis and its impact on the family dynamic, crack a joke to bond with him about this not being a big deal

I’m sure his mom was surprised how smooth the delivery was.

I think the poem scans better if you use the adjective “bourgeois” (two syllables) instead of the collective noun “bourgeoisie” (three).

Suddenly, many design decisions of Go (the programming language) became much clearer.

Fundamentally, rules regarding sex derive from biological characteristics on one hand and rules regarding social interaction on the other. The joke here is treating them like a video game, where the lead designer can decide to add or remove gameplay features if they think it will make the game better (or make them more money). Thus, this complex construct, one that society has been refining over millennia of shifting priorities while our understanding of the human mind is evolving, is reduced to the whims of one person.

Naming Jacob Batalon the “CEO of Sex” (equivalent to the lead designer role in this “sex as a video game” construct) adds another level to it, as one’s initial expectation for someone with that title is a classically handsome man, which Jacob Batalon – his other qualities notwithstanding – is most certainly not, and never claimed to be.

I can’t make you find it funny, but I hope it makes sense why some of us do…?

How the hell could they even make a final cut when they didn’t have razors?

heute Hymnenpflicht, morgen Hymenpflicht

“Absurd! We don’t even have computers!”

One of the options to query for specific types of points of interest on OSM is the web app OpenStreetBrowser.

I’ve heard the following rule of thumb:

Your bank has an existing customer relationship with you, so they have more of an incentive to make you a good deal on currency conversion, lest you pack up and leave.

The ATM operator’s relationship with you is literally transactional. They don’t give a crap who you are and even less of a crap once the ATM dispenses the money.

Thus, your bank is less likely to fleece you than the ATM operator, so you’re better off leaving the conversion to your bank.

that’s Sir Cum Circle to you, young man!

Darf ein Tag überhaupt über die Nacht entscheiden?

Found in every room of the Hilbert Hotel!

That poor owl is constipated.