DirigibleProtein

Oh, is Wayland working now?

I can’t work any more. My life is vacant and boring. Days are all the same and I often lose track of what day it is. Monday is an empty concept that affects other people but not me.

The nights were cold. It was the end of winter, there was snow further up the mountain, but not where I was. I dug down into leaves so I was half buried most of the time. I talked and sang to magpies, there were other animals around. I think I slept a lot of the time, they said I was feverish and in some kind of shock from the broken ankles. Later on I thought it had only been a few days.

I suspect that will work as well as outsourcing to India did; in two years they’ll be hiring everyone back again.

I’ll hire devs who can solve problems, no matter the stack

Should have been doing that already. A decent programmer can pick up a new language in six months; it’s the ability to follow logic and solve problems that’s important, not the language they use. (Unless you’re switching to a completely different paradigm: Haskell to Python, for example).

Always worth watching again.

I’ll hang on to my 13 mini until it doesn’t receive security updates any more. Hoping that AI won’t be supported.

why does the author rely on `pv` when `dd` has a status flag to display its progress already

Not all versions of `dd` support the status argument. I think it’s particular to GNU. If you’re working in a shop that runs multiple versions of Linux as well as multiple versions of proprietary UNIX then you tend to use the command that works everywhere rather than remember the exceptions for each. (I worked in a place that ran all of RHEL, SLES, Ubuntu, AIX, Solaris, and SCO UNIX).

It was long ago and far away. I’m fine now, thank you.

"Crikey that is a big one!"

That’s what she said

"Is that a pickup next to that?"

No it’s a ute

Drank water. Couldn’t eat, moving hurt too much and made me faint.

Couldn’t eat anything. Story below.

Mount Buffalo National Park, 1982. Four of us left the camping area to watch the sunset. I stopped to take a photo and lost the trail. Went running after the others, slipped and rolled down a cliff, landed upright, but felt both ankles pop and break. (The whole park is Australian bush around granite boulders and cliffs). The others thought I had gone back to camp and didn’t report me missing. Next morning the group packed up and hiked to the next camp site, no one noticed I was missing until that evening, so they looked in the wrong place. I crawled to a creek and fell down the gully, drank snow melt, no one heard me shouting and crying. Eventually they gave me up for dead. Three German tourists found me by accident three weeks later, one went to get help. I got a ride in a helicopter, in hospital for two weeks while they fed me through a drip. The school gave me a payout through their insurance on the condition we didn’t sue them. I’m almost 60 now and my ankles still hurt and grind and pop.