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That’s the thing. I’m NOT feeling it.

We have forced it, quite hamfistedly, to do anything. The organic hell-evolution of web browsers turned them into do-anything sandboxed mini-OS. It meant whatever hellish code you used to write your corporate mandated web app could now become a perfectly bloated standalone application. And the demonic language that would enable it was called Javascript. It does the backend and it does the frontend. You could consider those advantages over other devices, like toasters and those handheld electronic games from the 80s.

It kinda comes out of the experience. There’s an outstanding Github issue that notes that a specific version of YT Music is broken past a certain version. Most of the patches fail to apply and you just get the minor ones. You can use the version just before with no issues. How can you litigate against lines of code that don’t even work? This is similar to the vulnerability that Yuzu gave up since they offered Patreon-exclusive updates to support a leaked BOTW:TOTK .iso. Easy to prove your intent there.

Oh this? It’s just a binary of assorted diffs and plugins to a yet unspecified target apk. Why yes, I will use the end product for personal, non-commercial use.

Heavy objects, on average, are denser at human scales. Dense objects tend to have an aerodynamic profile compared to sheets of leaves or cloth or sand. They tend to get blown away in the wind. Anything that would bind or compact those lightweight things together like resin or water tends to weigh a sizable percentage of the compound. There is a correlation between heavy and fall speed. It took accurate scales and ~0 bar vacuums to prove it was the air doing it.

Try explaining how a helium balloon works without sounding like a wizard.

Some poor mfer’s shitty regex just got put on blast at a Twitter emergency software dev meeting.

So it’s not that the Volkswagen cheated on the emissions test. It’s that running the emissions test (as part of the building process) MODIFIED the car ITSELF to guzzle gas after the fact. We’re talking Transformers level of self modification. Manchurian Candidate sleeper agent levels of subterfuge.

Shit, I don’t know jack shit about this person but I’d lock in this third candidate if it was ranked choice between the three. Seriously, I believe in humanity enough that Guy, Random is my presidential character select choice.

Oh shit we’re doing this again.

YT video I learned this from.

You have to basically reinsert the meager winnings of your “value” after it was extracted from you, back into the infinite money machine where there is new money but not really much else. It will be used to fund a moderately successful water cartel, Tech-Bubbles-R-Us, Misery Devices and Ammunitions, and the national entities maintaining Da Rules-based economy (subject to modification). You will not be made aware of this as you invest into a NASCAR soundalike that goes up because yes and goes down because fuck you. Only then are you able to retire on the knife’s edge of medical poverty.

Look man, I ain’t an social media manager but 20,000$ is 20,000$.

I’m going to analyze this assuming you’re more manly than not, since that’s where my experience is at.

Emotions are separate, related issues that can be tackled just like a man can. A therapist with “Men’s Issues” experience knows how to frame the woo and abstractions of regular therapy with more actionable techniques. Someone with very intense or inappropriate emotions may need to face the emotions MORE than the problem at hand. There are techniques and viewpoints to be understood, and I had to use these myself.

It’s stuff like simple facts about emotions. They exist. They influence your actions. They can be modified and analyzed. They need to be managed like an adult manages a child. Ignoring emotions can compact them into deep seated hurt that induce more emotions. Process your past to free yourself from that hurt. It won’t be fast, but it needs to be done.

If certain situations that cause emotions can be avoided, do so when reasonable. If they cannot be ignored, recognize that external help through tools, techniques, and friends are not weakness, but the weapons you use to to fight your battles. Forgive yourself slipping while always focusing on the output. Learn to cry, and know how it makes you more powerful and strong.

Notice that this is closer to “wise old karate master” or “Boy Scout Scoutmaster” talk. It’s what men crave but rarely find in popular media. IF the person does not have issues with their emotions and have a sufficiently sized ego, pulling them through the first steps of anxiety and hesitation is enough to make someone feel competent and secure. Positive visualization, goading their ego, pushing buttons (gently), it’s good for many men but not for all of them, and it just doesn’t translate to a lot of women. Expand your arsenal of emotional management for your target audience. You’re a good person for wanting to find a better way to help others.

And that ancient Roman’s name? Julius Caesar.

Not kidding. My preferred source

Both because they are the ultimate tools in maneuvering a terrible, terrible development environment. For reference, Sigasi Studio costs 2,000$ PER YEAR, and it still doesn’t work for our dev environment!

Let me paint a picture: Corporate job that won’t let you download anything except whatever you can smuggle through a git checkout. It took a month to convince IT to download vim 9.0 on the server. The programming language? VHDL and SystemVerilog and UVM. Horrible language support that relies on proprietary compilers/simulators, and always the ones you aren’t using. The one you are using is so obtuse that it has literally 50 configuration files for a single project. All of it is run with a janky python script with half of the flags not working. LSP support is out of the question since it dynamically pulls files from god knows where with at least 10 layers of …/ relative pathing.

All I can do on vim is

• ctrl+p for fuzzy file finding and a massive blacklist of intermediate files to ignore,

• a custom :Make command with custom errorformat that you can navigate through,

• Universal Ctags with per library indexes to reference those far off files,

• and a fuckton of grepping for when Go To Definition (ctrl+]) grabs the wrong location.

Vim’s autocomplete is almost always good enough. If my laundry list of plugins break, I can literally fix them on the spot and even submit the merge request on github. If you take into consideration all of this configuration and learning effort, I still save hours of navigating through the hundreds of files I have to essentially reverse engineer. My coworkers are all electrical engineers and it shows They’re using godforsaken nedit with no syntax highlighting…

From a software engineering view: Lots of rebuilding the wheel, now with Internet Explorer dependencies. Large tech firms are more and more bureaucratic rather than innovative. Startups slurp up VC funding for the next 200 or so unicorn investments. NVIDIA is THE ENTIRE S&P 500 at this rate with SERIOUS “Peak of Inflated Expectations” valuation. Elon Musk.

All the while the majority of the job is fixing the mistakes of the past, of yourself and of some code monkey in 2003. There’s this theory that code replicates the structure of the design team. When that team spans an entire corporate hierarchy with SCRUM standups every 2.5 milliseconds, you wonder if you could do the equivalent of the ending of Office Space to the codebase.

I’m sorry, I’m just… anyway, a sage piece of advice. For the love of all that is holy, write requirements BEFORE doing validation for Aerospace applications, and DO NOT OUTSOURCE THE REQUIREMENTS WRITING. That is all.

Alternately, a picture of Our Great Leader/The Honorable Chairman/Gandhi/A stolen NFT, depending on the theatre.

If you want any encouragement, one of the DDR regulars at the arcade was a totally non-college age woman who needed a hand brace due to some age-typical RSI, I presume. That is, I could only assume because she played up at the 13s (well near 9 footers and above) with dogged passion. I don’t even know how old she was because she had that cardio build, the kind you might find a Zumba enthusiast with. I’m not being ageist here: I’m more terrified of the 30, 35 year olds on the machines because I know their passion dictates their body and not the other way around. If you can’t take the high impacts on your joints for higher speeds, it’s always just fun to play the medium level charts and maybe even go for high scores. She didn’t need to go high and that was fine.

If you wanna get back into the grove, YouTube has all of the charts of the better songs available. Just… load up Captain Jack (Grandale Mix), AFRONOVA, Dynamite Rave. Get back in the groove without a pad and just feel it come back! Unfortunately official cabinets have lost the rights to many of the older classic songs, but StepMania doesn’t care :). And if you do pick it back up and wanna chase the new stuff, well, you’re gonna have to dance for that privilege.

Actually my self esteem increased this past few years but I won’t pass up an ADHD infodump opportunity. DDR is, IMO, the most efficient path for videogamer enthusiasts to transition to healthy exercise.

DanceDanceRevolution (DDR) is an arcade rhythm game that is certainly not dead, much to your surprise perhaps. The Japanese arcade scene is a whole, far more in depth iceberg to chip at, but trust me when I say Konami focusing on machines did not (only) mean pachinko machines, it also meant their multiple arcade rhythm games under the Bemani brand.

I am not kidding when I say there was a DDR setup in my middle school in southern USA. I started a bit there, but I never got real dedicated gameplay until there was a new DDR cabinet installed at both Dave and Busters and a local arcade joint. Having access to a machine can be substituted by a home pad. Please, buy the L-TEK pad without the bar. Cheapest exercise equipment out there at 250 + shipping from Poland.

You start off just browsing the songs in the roster until you find ones you like. There’s some token English licensed songs, but the bulk come from Konami original songs and a selection from the massive library that is the Rhythm Game Song Genre™. Most weebs get their beginnings from anime OPs and TouHou and Vocaloid, so if you have early YouTube nostalgia jump right into Bad Apple and Night of Nights. Later on you get addicted to the super high BPM (400+) techno mixes of the “Boss” songs (more on that later).

So how is gameplay? Visually, four lanes of arrows travel from the bottom to the top, indicating when you have to step and in what direction on the four directional pads at your feet. You should learn quickly that keeping your feet on the arrows and never stepping in the center is the key to actual gameplay. The song’s patterns are designed to lead one into another. It’s far from dancing, but you transition from paying attention to each arrow to just stepping to the beat. You internalize patterns and you get better, right?

But then, there’s a hurdle. Some songs demand you turn your hips and move your right foot on the left pad and vice versa. Difficulty is based on number 1 to 19, so you keep track that you can pass 11s, but not 12s. Each new song introduces new patterns in ordering and timing. Your old highest level becomes your warmups as you get better and better. You start to take a liking to faster, more complex rhythms like triplets, syncopated notes, and more sounds that a drummer doing prog rock would grok. One particular song has you galloping like a horse to Japanese festival music. If you know, you know.

But there’s a catch, a limitation: your own body. Nearing difficulty 12 and 13, you’re doing the equivalent of a decent jog for around two minutes, right? You might start needing some time between songs to take a break and drink some water. At 14 and 15, you’re going for something called High Intensity Interval Training. That is, you go at your MAXIMUM SPEED for as long as the song demands you go. You don’t give up because that means losing and you paid for this arcade game, right? You push and push and sometimes fall over, but eventually you’re running ragged at 600 steps per minute begging that your life bar doesn’t sink anymore. You need more training. The next song is 440 BPM with 880 steps per minute.

You want it. You want to play the harder songs in the difficulty ranking. You start to jog outside of the game on treadmills and otherwise. You put on the same heartrending songs and you find yourself sprinting desperately for 2 minute bursts because it’s impossible to stop while the song is playing. I’m running for almost an hour straight, and I get a head start at running progress because of my DDR experience! It pays off and you can play up to 15s, but there’s still 4 more levels until you get to 19. Over 4 years (at college, see?) I bike to the arcade, I play my heart out, I bike back. My blood pressure decreases, I breathe slower and deeper, and my snacking habits are at least counteracted. Best videogame of my life.

Only downside? I can’t convince anyone outside of the rhythm gamers at the arcade that the music is good. The rhythms of those “Boss” songs are etched into your soul by the end. I can namedrop MAX 300 and everyone in the scene can practically play the song out in their heads. It’s literally a lifestyle hobby, and a rather healthy one at that.

Everybody Wants To Rule The World is the best song. Absolutely the closest I’ve ever gotten to drifting peacefully in the starry night sky. I wanted to cry when it was over. The ride operates on a 1-reservation a day system because it’s THAT good. I’m so sad I can’t ride it forever…

If you want to know where I stand, my trans boyfriend came out a long time into our long distance relationship and he wanted surgery. I was a bit torn on the idea, but what really sold me was that he was gonna have a dick if he did surgery. THAT was cool with me, and likewise with the body shape thing. Boobs, ass, vagina, dick is all good with me, balls included.

And the cool thing is? He’s having second thoughts on it now that he’s moved in with me and away from their parents. Given the freedom to choose gender identity regardless of their body, they are a lot happier and don’t need to pigeonhole themselves into a sexual/gender stereotype. I, for one, don’t care. His sexual orientation is demisexual due to need for emotional connection, whilst mine is pansexual(?) because I honestly don’t care. He does it for me and that’s great.

It might be comforting to know that pansexual as a label exists and that your preferences are shared with others. You might find quite the assortment of… 2d images online. By the ratios it’s 8:5:1 for female bodies:male bodies:female bodies with dicks. Really, it’s not that uncommon. You might find even more freedom once you find the people that give you the liberty to truly own my desires. Feel free to interact with femboys, strapon girls, intersex people, whatever and wherever. Your sexual arousal needs no words to justify itself.