"There was a great war, the gods died, and the world ended."
"So what's this, a dream?"
"Of course not. It's the world. It's ended lots of times. And then it continues, with fewer gods, and more stories."
"That's not an end."
"It is to the gods."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories
Status: in a love hate relationship with webrtc and my current job.
I dunno WHY this got me so bad but oh my goodess stick a fork in me i am totally done. finished.
Seems like every time Twitter fucks up there are a lot of introductions in the timeline =P
Technically, it's a instant waffle powder, but I don't have a waffle thing, so I make them in a regular pan and they look like pancakes, so I'm calling them pancakes.
It's about 10 pm and I think I will make pancakes, because I have lost control of my life.
Hey, @juliobiason
"Vavassor on mastodon.social"
https://mastodon.social/@Vavassor/17997871 https://mastodon.social/media/h_ypwtgT5VXCtuvdFQc
My genuine first reaction to vim was that it was a practical joke.
The setup is so obvious, like, "this is my favourite text editor try it!" and it's just a confusing mess and your friend laughs at you.
Algorithms are a little like guns.
They feel a lot more benign when the pointy end is facing away from you.
So, there's a machine.
If you start it up, it will give you every book in the world every movie and TV series ever made and every music album ever recorded and every science paper ever published. It will find your lost high school friends and help you make wonderful new ones. You can watch astronauts dance in space, sit at a table with journalists and scientists.
There's a catch, though. It will also kill small towns, destroy the middle class and elect a fascist President.
Do you turn it on?
*sees a poly relationship with three UI programmers in it*
so which one of you is the model, which is the view, and which is the controller
current weather: friaca do caraio!
"Carteira!
Chaves!
Celular!
Pela união dos seus poderes, eu sou HORA DE IR TRABALHAR!"
Turns out the reason no boys came to the yard was that the milkshake's attraction field was too intense. For miles around, boys were pinned to the walls closest to the milkshake, unable to move let alone reach doors and visit the yard.
Luckily, we were able to power down the milkshake before any serious injuries were sustained. All further milkshake tests will proceed in flat open areas, like salt flats or the lunar surface.
RT @Pinboard@twitter.com “Why is the Internet so slow?” asks 3 MB text article, after making 98 web requests
Aí tem aquelas pessoinhas que ficam postando como liberalismo é o máximo, histórinhas de criançinhas que "são de direita" por causa de uma anedota qualquer...
... e ficam fazendo vaquinha pra ajudar parte da família que perdeu tudo numa tempestade.
Uma hora eu perco a calma e chamo de hipócrita na cara.
im at mcdonalds. i think everything is going well. but then everything falls silent. people are looking at me. some of the lights switch off. the employees scuttle to the back of the restaurant. after an unbearable pause, the manager comes forward, with an pained expression, keys jangling, urgent footsteps. he won't look me in the eye. he quietly clears his throat.
"Sir — the burger you have requested is possible... but very hard."
Encrypted, adj. Buried in a tomb.
"I'm sorry, our CEO is encrypted right now, can you call back after midnight?"
Robust, adj. A robot that is busted.
"Hey, what you trying to pull? This R5 unit is totally robust!"
Secure, v. To bring healing to traumatised computer systems by dumping them into the ocean.
"The Windows network running our blood bank was totally robust, so we hired a Russian trawler for a night and secured it. One guy was gonna squeal to the feds, but now he's encrypted."
