Once it’s published, fuck that.
Once it’s published, fuck that.
Come to think of it - even by the Christopher Reeve movie, that was a relic they turned into a joke. He goes to quick-change in a phonebooth and can only find a streetside kiosk. The actual costume change happens by zipping around a revolving door.
The absence of player input makes this Candyland for drunken adults.
A purpose served shockingly well by Candyland itself.
This one got a genuine laugh.
One of the worst words in the English language is “intermittent.”
C is dangerous like your uncle who drinks and smokes. Y’wanna make a weedwhacker-powered skateboard? Bitchin’! Nail that fucker on there good, she’ll be right. Get a bunch of C folks together and they’ll avoid all the stupid easy ways to kill somebody, in service to building something properly dangerous. They’ll raise the stakes from “accident” to “disaster.” Whether or not it works, it’s gonna blow people away.
C++ is dangerous like a quiet librarian who knows exactly which forbidden tomes you’re looking for. He and his… associates… will gladly share all the dark magic you know how to ask about. They’ll assure you, oh no no no, the power cosmic would never turn someone inside-out, without sufficient warning. They don’t question why a loving god would allow the powers you crave. They will show you which runes to carve, and then, they will hand you the knife.
Trample stamp.
Frankly whoever proposed a hard drive that couldn’t power down should’ve been backhanded by everyone in the room. Themselves included. Whatever team shipped that immediately evident error should’ve been fired. Not even “out of a cannon, into the sun.” Just regular told to pack their shit.
He’ll be in momentarily, hey hey.
I definitely do not care enough about copyright for that to be an objection to this technology.
On the other hand if these people expect protections for what the robot spits out, they can take a flying fuck at the moon.
Tangentially, Ingmar Bergman.