Me: “Why am I feeling so off this morning?”
Also me: Has consumed nothing but caffeine since getting up.
Due to the small Python program I wrote to solve one of the puzzles in Botany Manor I’ve decided the player character isn’t whichever made up Victorian Lady the game thinks she is, and is in fact Ada Lovelace herself, who enjoys a bit of botany when not helping Mr Babbage out with his analytical engine.
Botany Manor is a charming little game about finding the growing conditions for plants, just what I needed this evening to finish off the day.
I’ve spent a significant amount of today 3D modelling the main room of my flat and the furniture in it to try and find an optimal layout. I have now concluded the current one is as good as it gets while still being able to look out the window while working.
I left my previous job a year and a half ago and I’m still getting emails from GoCardless saying direct debit mandates from test transactions have expired.
I got given this 80 minute video of beautiful engineering by YouTube just as I was about to go to bed. It’s now midnight and I regret nothing https://youtu.be/AHUUXfB0qHY
Amongst other things I just took delivery of a satellite dish with a laser mounted on it, much to the bemusement of the guy driving the truck.
I'd like to talk to whoever decided these two hour delivery slots should have single minute precision at either end. 12:14 to 16:14. Your pickup will be somewhere in this four hour window, but by God it will not be before 14 minutes past the hour.
Me: “I’ll have a quiet day before going back to work”
My mortgage advisor: “I need bank statements, payslips, life insurance, and your firstborn to get this mortgage going”
Oh well.
I’m now 5 days into my 6 days of post-EMF doing nothing time. Turns out I’m terrible at doing nothing, I found myself thinking I needed a project yesterday and am having to fight quite hard against starting yet another new thing. Going for a long walk instead.
My phone knows me well enough that it now autocorrects suit to shit pretty consistently, even within words like suiting.
Step to write software by human:
1. Decide what you want your software to do (medium)
2. Decide what you REALLY want your software to do in all the corner cases (very HARD)
3. Write the code (Easy to Medium)
4. Test the code (Medium)
5. Debug the code (hard to very HARD).
Now, thanks to ChatGPT, you could improve this workflow by:
- making step 3, the only easy step, somewhat easier (and thus hiring less competent engineers)
- making step 5 nearly Impossible.
The Steam update logic baffles me. One of the < 100MB updates on this Steam Deck was scheduled to run on the 22nd, what possible reason is there to do that?
Enjoying the post EMF game where I repeatedly test to work out whether the extreme fatigue, muscle ache, and warmth is covid or a week of not enough sleep, physical exertion, and mild sunburn.
Y’all know that you don’t have to do cookie consents if you don’t try to track users in ways that are creepy, right?
Like a better internet is possible? 🫥
If you are the person who abandoned a tent full of crap at EMF: We are going to find you.
You have enraged a group of people who enjoy puzzles and suddenly have a lot of free time.
Run.
I once saw someone post on Twitter about a tiny camping festival for nerds, impulse bought tickets from the back of a car, and found my people in doing so.
12 years later it has escalated wildly, and I got share it with my son, who wasn’t even born in 2012. He was in tears last night, because he too has found his people, and is distraught that it will be over so soon, and it’s two years until the next one.
“The average festival has 4 million addressable leds” factoid is actually just statistical error.
Average festival has 1000 addressable leds. #emf2024, who lives in a field in Ledbury has over 18 quintillion addressable leds is and outlier and should not have been counted.
I’ve spent the last four hours (was meant to be two) out in the real world. Do not recommend, will be returning to EMF imminently. #emfcamp
Our cozy little 200 person construction worker cosplay camping trip has been rudely invaded by several thousand people who seem to think there’s some kind of festival on. Quite rude really.
“I don’t want to call when I’m on the train because I’ll have no privacy” says the woman talking loudly into a phone behind me in the waiting room. Volume is turned up loud enough I can hear both sides of the conversation.