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How much would you pay? Seriously.

There is market demand, but at what price? Hardware is a thin margin product.

Is it a few off the shelf parts placed in a custom CNCed block of aluminium or is it engineered, from the ground up, to suit purpose.

Getting an idea of what would people pay for such a product is step one.

5k?

Uxbridge, High Barnet, Edgware, all painful for a wake-up nudge from a rail worker at 1am.

Cockfosters was proper despair, and Mordor (or Morden) well... don't.

What took the cake though was flying back and arriving at Stansted after midnight and waiting for the 5am escape back home in the depths of winter.

London offered many memorable evenings for those silly enough to party in the city a while back.

Not drinking so much is probably a way to avoid the despair, but where is the fun in that?

All place every experience in a category. One "man's" lethargy is another's strategy. Look and you see it. We all be it.

10 mins does sound a little quick?

I can say from experiencing, 20 mins in the freezer for a bare 3.5 or 2.5 HDD would give about 5 mins of "quick, find important stuff" time...

_last ditch method for pulling files off a dying HDD_ Before pulling it apart and and putting the platters in an identical donor drive. (Dam IBM DEATHSTAR drives back in the day!)

Great concept, addictive enough to keep me playing til I got a 48000!

Two points of note: 1. Some pictures repeat, even in the same game?

2. Years get rounded down to the decade in some cases? "Frank Horvat via Horvatland. A couple in Avingon train station in the late 90s. 1999 - guessed. You were 10 years off"

Wait till your 50!

Days get shorter, winter gets colder, days blur together. Things change. Fortran was way easier... Pfff objects of objects to keep track of.

Remember what your core strengths are... Where the true wisdom is. And always check back to the requirements document.

You have a detailed one right?

Break what you are required to do into smaller components, but from the other side of the problem, systematically. I find by going smaller and smaller I eventually find a manageable chunk that I can start with.

A rainbow attack on the sha512 can often deliver a fast result.

I have to go yell at a cloud now...

Question: Will artificial intelligence become sentient in the future?

Answer: To explain, the question is not whether AI will become sentient, but whether it will be sentient.

The question is not whether AI will become sentient, but whether it will be sentient.

Philosophy departments may be the first victims of this technology... (or not!)

Started programming on a Vic20 in 1981, kept hacking away for 25 years before going into management in investment banking, telecoms and was c-level in listed companies.

I got noticed by being good at developing small pieces of code to fix a specific problem that individuals had. Code quality did not matter, just the function of the end product. Easy to deliver, nightmare to manage on-going. Agile came in because so many others had the same nightmare.

Got fed up with computers and changed to Landscaping/Building starting as a basic laborer, had great fun and learnt an immense amount but was hard work on the body. Not long-term sustainable which is why I guess lots of co-workers my age go into specialisation, particularly in joining two separate disciplines into 'their' skill. The best bit for me was seeing a tangible result each day, and this is on display to everyone.

I've been back developing code full-time for 4 years now and nothing makes me happier to see concepts come to digital reality. Even if I am the only one that sees my daily progress, I am happy. I know now, eventually people see at the end of the project.

Managing expectations.

Development is the balance of enjoying coding for the coder while delivering for the user, (whoever pays the bills). I assume this is why there are so many open-source love projects, which fits into the playing an instrument for fun.

But hey, it's like that Sunblock Song...