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When you're debugging code, there are a number of possible scenarios, in order of increasing scariness:

The code works, but with some known issues.

The code doesn't work, but I know why.

The code doesn't work, and I don't know why.

The code used to work, but I know what changed.

The code used to work, and I don't know what changed.

The code used to work, failed, and I fixed it so it works again, but now that I fixed it I'm not sure how it EVER worked before.

The code works, even though it clearly shouldn't, and I don't know why.

Just fixed a #6 issue at work so I'm a little shook.

The remorseful player

That one trans girl that draft dodged the IOF because she was radicalized by marxist theory is a million times braver than every single Israeli

"Boys went to see Revenge of the Sith for the battles, girls went to see it for Anakin Skywalker 😜" well all the bad bitches went to see it for the tragedy and Bail Organa

Finding a colorblind friendly redesign of the rainbow flag has me happy to see a pride flag for once

*turns off the light*

my cat, who can still see perfectly, watching as I bump into a table: Ah, she has toggled the switch that controls whether she is stupid.

There's a really conceptually interesting beat in World War Z, during one of the later Todd Waino sections, where Waino is discussing that the problem with trying to use land mines to fight zombies is that the point of a landmine isn't necessarily to kill the enemy, it's to control their movement because they're aware of the possibility of land mines, it's to hurt them, it's to turn a soldier into a living-but-crippled drain on the medical system of the enemy nation and a morale drain when he goes home to his parents without legs. And, of course, since absolutely none of those head games or logistical concerns are applicable to zombies, the best case scenario is that you create a bunch of legless zombies that are harder to notice until they're underfoot, and the worst case scenario is that you blow up your own guys on accident because the documentation on where you put the landmines while running away from all the zombies wasn't very good. And all of this is part of the book's continual concern with how there's this two-faced idea in war, where you dehumanize an enemy against whom none of your tactics would be remotely effective if they actually were the unthinking evil automaton you're hyping them up as. That's fine. But at the end of it all I'm left in an uncomfortable position where I'm not really sure if Max "lectures at West Point" Brooks recognizes the moral horror of what he's describing, or if he thinks that Landmines are a clever idea that're just inappropriate in this specific context. A lot of the book falls in that uncanny valley for me.

So my sister wants to start sewing more, because

a. She’s 5′ 11″ and can never find pants long enough for her legs or shirts long enough for her arms.

b. She hates synthetic fibers as much as I do and it’s difficult to find natural fiber clothes that aren’t made of cotton

c. She’s a biologist and would physically fistfight microplastics if given half a chance

So her gift from mom and dad for her birthday was a sewing machine. Not a super expensive one but a good solid serviceable one.

And recently she asked “So where do I GET wool or linen and thread that isn’t polyester” and mom was like ‘go ask your sister’

And I, of course, crashed into the group text like “GET A PEN I HAVE WEBSITES FOR U” and honestly I’m thrilled about this

"Today. Tomorrow." a Superman fan comic about Clark Kent, Lois Lane and relationships.

We wanted to tackle one of the trickiest parts of Superman mythos; and that's the entangled romance between Clark Kent, Lana Lang, Lois Lane and Superman. Often times these more mundane parts of Superman get pushed to the side, when they can give so much insight into the characters and what they're seeking from each other.