I think he’s just playing it for his loyal followers. The only bad publicity is no publicity. The best thing would be that these blurts go unnoticed but we all know that’s not going to happen any time soon.
I think he’s just playing it for his loyal followers. The only bad publicity is no publicity. The best thing would be that these blurts go unnoticed but we all know that’s not going to happen any time soon.
“It should start clipping right… Now! Fuck!”, “I think I’m approaching it from slightly wrong angle… Lemme see… Fuck!”, “What? God damn, my controller just died. Fuck! Oh well, lemme get the cable. Hang on a minute…”, “I really don’t want to check the b0igus video right now. I mean I’ve done it before, it’s just… Fuck!” and so on.
I mean, I’d watch it.
I mean it’s almost the size of that apartment building in the back.
(Or is it fore? Never quite grok’d any of that perspective stuff…)
Me too, on Linux, but this was about Windows.
After binge-watching numerous caving incident videos, I’ve begun adhering to caving rule no. 1.
Or just use Hyper-V since it’s natively available and one should refrain from touching Oracle with a ten-foot pole. I know it’s just a means to an end but better to avoid bad vendors if at all possible.
What’s even more interesting is that Chile is a long ass island in Europe. TIL, definitely.
E: The more I look at the “map” the more interesting it gets…
They should’ve checked this from the authority himself: Gary Busey.
And hence the term read-only Friday.
There’s also Xfce4, MATE, Cinnamon which come ith man, OS installers as an option. Not to mention various smaller projects (e.g. LXDE or whatever the cool kids use nowadays). Personally I’ve been spoilt by Awesome WM since 2008 and can’t live without terminal/shell.
Needing to use command line for some things that should be a right click
Right click where? All major DE’s/WM’s implement stuff in their own way. The problem here is we don’t (and won’t) have a unified GUI that everyone uses, unlike the other two main OS’s. (Note: I don’t see this as a problem, more as a result of the FLOSS ecosystem being such a rich soil to build stuff on.)
I think Neal Stephenson’s In the Beginning was the Command Line has some valid points even today.
Many parts of FW work a bit like an abstract painting where each viewer finds their own interpretation, each of those equally valid and independent of what the author possibly intended. An AI dumbed down version would just show one path through the work, the one it thinks is the main road. But yes, at best, such version could sparkle an interest and function as a gateway to the work. Or extinguish all interest for good.
Interesting. I’d definitely skim through such a version, albeit it totally abolishes the intricacies of FW.
That’s actually not that bad. Of course missing all the smells and taste of the text, allusions and double meanings, but as a very coarse synopsis it’ll do.
It’s Finnegans Wake, without the apostrophe. Obviously a book full of puns and riddles must have them in its title as well.
Pretty much, yes. In fact this bit is on the clearer side compared to most of the text. It’s very challenging and one should probably not dive into it unprepared (there are a lot of side literature and guides to accompany it). However it’s well worth the effort once you learn how to read it (e.g. the words draw their meanings via how they’re sounding in addition to how they’re written).
Tbf, there would be no point in dumbing down (or simplifying) something like Ulysses which is a prime example of a literary work where the form and content are inseparable.
Now do Finnegans Wake.
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Easy: Something something… crash
Phew, luckily religion has all the answers.
His “friends”, most definitely.