Slow clap for VOXI, who offer the memorable word option “Grandma’s postcode” and then require it to be 6-12 characters.
I think I might make my whole identity the belief that podcasts should be abbreviated to casts rather than pods. The “pod” bit is vestigial now no one is listening to them on iPods. Also “listen to my cast” sounds way cooler.
Your devices can have unlimited battery life with this one weird trick.
How the fuck was GDPR (or whatever it’s called under UK law post-Brexit) found to only apply if you don’t lose money by not tracking people? Absolutely fuming at the wave of “accept our 16,522 closest friends having data on you or take out a £7.99 a month subscription” across media websites now.
Jeff Bozos' wedding guests are turning up in 95 private jets and untold mega yachts in fucking sinking Venice and meanwhile I gotta cut my hand rinsing out a tin of tomatoes so I can recycle it, the fuck man. The fuck.
Great start to the week as I realise my keys aren’t in my pocket as the front door clicks shut. Now waiting for a locksmith to arrive.
Alright climbing folk, how are you meant to learn how to trust an auto-belay? Even at the sort of heights I’d jump off from a boulder I can not make myself push away and trust what is basically a glorified hoover power cable retractor to take my weight.
Bouldered again, which is rapidly becoming a habit. Managed to top a V1 for the first time (that’s a grade of boulder for the non-climbing folks, not the Nazi rocket), which has made my day since it had a chunky overhang on it as well.
Why is “LLM makes something up rather than say it doesn’t know” headline news just because the thing it made up was something that happened to be someone’s mobile number?
https://mastodon.world/users/Mer__edith/statuses/114708975593767155
Fun fact: If you see someone at a nerd event wearing a vim-themed shirt, it's because they put it on in 2003 and couldn't figure out how to take it off
Oh boy, the Mansplaining Olympics are wild this year.
Finally managed to climb a boulder I’ve been bottling out on close to the top for a couple of sessions, which required both technique and a level of confidence in my ability to stick to a single tiny foothold I simply would not have had three weeks ago. I’m as surprised as anyone else to find myself excited to do sport.
I was going to hold off buying any climbing gear until I’d been at it a while but I think at this rate it may be cheaper to buy some shoes than to keep up on blister plasters to deal with the hire shoes.
Deeply disappointed this NFC card on the train doesn’t seem to work. Yes, I will be attempting to make it work on the way home.
Random games YouTuber the boy is watching “that’s going to be a bit boring”. My man, if even you aren’t interested in your video maybe just don’t bother. Find something else to do.
I can now confidently report that climbing while hung over sucks. Managed half an hour before packing it in and getting a coffee.
Accidentally went to a pub with a cover band playing the greatest hits of my teens (Fairhless, Disturbed, Papa Roach, Linkin Park). Climbing is going to suck tomorrow but the dancing was the best time I’ve had in months.
Went climbing again, this time doing some bouldering on my own. I suck at it, which I fully expected, but in a way that indicates I might one day be alright at it. As a sport it fits my brain, you’re forced to really engage with what’s happening, particularly when what’s happening is that your 12ft up and attached to a wall by nothing but a tiny step and your ability to hold on.
@eher @solderandchaos if we’re judging ourselves against printers I suddenly feel way better about myself.
