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It doesn't hurt here that the OCaml compiler is very fast, which makes for quick feedback loops when dealing with errors.

Doing what you feel necessary or useful at a local scale is still empowering. Understanding that the effects will be mostly local as well is a good thing, but choosing your battles is perfectly healthy.

Not if the company implodes...

The files are huge (in pixels and bytes), plus the HN hug of death.

It's probably hard to come up with something messier than SqlAlchemy here. Not an expert, but spent more than enough time spelunking queries in the debugger. I much prefer bugs that can be surfaced at compile-time rather than run-time.

Maybe if it can start colluding with my other devices over HDMI!

I've found a workable approach, browsing HN with my feed reader (FreshRSS, in this case). I have bookmarks for various things, one of which is what I've labeled "AI nonsense". It's not HN-specific, but selects for unread articles that match a variety of AI-adjacent terms. One or two might look interesting enough to read, all the rest get the "mark as read" treatment, and so much clutter just goes away.

Sure, but what can it do without a network?

No, in the case of all the desync attacks that James Kettle has found since, HTTP between servers is more like "worse really is worse." At least until they all speak HTTP/2.

I've had good luck with my Kobo, for those books bought through their store. (I strip DRM from everything I can, if I can't buy without in the first place.)

Flares will burn, and keep burning, once lit. I wouldn't consider them to be especially spicy in the whole context though, since anything that has set them off has already lit the rest on fire.

Coincidentally, I'm a volunteer firefighter, and helped put out a fully-involved car fire yesterday. The interior was GONE, except for seat springs and the like. Fuel too, of course, and the tires. The alloy wheels were more interesting, guessing there was magnesium sparking off in great showers of brilliant white. We're concerned around things like gas shocks and bumper / hatch struts, because they will pop off with some violence; we found a hatch strut yesterday, probably 20' _behind_ our truck after we were done. If there had been road flares in the mix, I'd be thinking, "oh, that's pretty".

How does your car move around _without_ containing explosive, highly combustible stuff?

That... seems like a good thing!

That works for the books you copy over, but those that come from Kobo will be downloaded as part of a sync that also does updates.

I worked for a small company that did work for a cross-border manufacturer. Coming from Canada, we were told explicitly that "meetings" was a perfectly good reason for a day trip, and we were never there "to work". US customs has been historically as humourless a bunch as ever existed, and the factory on the other side was unionised, so meetings it is.

What cracked me up was driving back late one evening, arriving back at the Canadian side. The agent asked where I'd been, and I mentioned the town just behind me.

"Oh, _meetings_, eh?" wink

I think the issue here is one of informed consent. You might say, "OK, this makes sense" when agreeing to location data for a weather app. In the context of whether it's going to hail soon, location is reasonable. What you only see in those GDPR-type banners is that the data is being re-sold off to 1001 "partners", none of whom are important for my hail-to-head concerns. Never mind all the cases where it's re-sold on to all the governments and personal-level creeps through aggregators.

At that point, why bother to make any posts at all?

Yeah thanks, but it doesn't hurt to mention!

On the other hand, the morels that seemed to come with a load of wood chips were great for the year or two we had them.

I tried growing a little wine cap bed once, and it hadn't gone well. Perhaps it was the chickens pecking at it, can't say. I do still get wine caps on occasion, but they have migrated to more far-flung parts of the yard.

Along with all the general discussion, I found the concept of defensive parsing striking a chord when reading this as well: "The Seven Turrets of Babel: A Taxonomy of LangSec Errors and How to Expunge Them", https://langsec.org/papers/langsec-cwes-secdev2016.pdf

I'd love for these ideas to take hold at work, but I'm on the fringes in infosec, not a dev.

The language here is Forth, the odd naming is for a specific implementation.

Need to do more, but here I am: https://fractaldragon.net

Back in the stone age, I worked at 7-Eleven while in university. Nothing was really computerized at the store level then, even cameras were rare.

What was done all the time was a simple, templated, paper-based process that managers went through each month. I believe the gist of it was that it recorded sales for each shift in the month (7am-3pm, 3-11, 11-7), and who worked them. Some simple stats highlighted low sales correlated with employees, to point out who was likely entering smaller prices in the till and pocketing the difference. Now it's all bar-code scans of course, but it was a common problem at the time.

Well, yeah. The point was that there are changes that could be made, without having to make it possible for everyone else to build, that would enable continued binary support.

Well, or they could release a patch that simply nerfs the license check on the binary. No risk in terms of lost profits, for software they no longer sell.

One side is "wronger" when driving an unnecessarily large land yacht. My Civic, it's fine.

Even still, I have to make sure my KVM switch is connected to the correct laptop. (Work on one side, personal on the other, and shared keyboard / trackball)

It's amazing the technology that we have available, often cheaply. I'd had some suspected infection in my leg one time, where it looked pinker (sunburned?) compared to the other, and I thought it felt warmer. I happen to have a cheap thermal camera, so took some false-color images compared to the other leg, showing that it was indeed warmer. It was great fun to show the doctors, who had to ask, "what exactly am I looking at?" Antibiotics took care of it, whatever was going on.

I had (maybe still have somewhere?) a book I'd ordered online as a youth, on how to do exactly that. They were somewhat fiddly, in the sense of being slightly lower-impulse, with clay nozzles and a hollow fuel grain. Never quite got around to making any. I should look for that book though. In any case, it's likely harder than it used to be to get saltpeter, which they just carried in the pharmacy.

Yeah, the letters go up by powers of two. So an H would be eight Es, sixteen Ds. Considering the cost of a three pack of the latter, I could only dream of those brutes.