It doesn’t have a bayonet mount, so it’s hardly usable.
Stderr
All the unbuffered error messages
It doesn’t have a bayonet mount, so it’s hardly usable.
I’m going to be at RSA in San Francisco next week, doing a panel on (wait for it….) “Internet firewalls.” As always, I am going to make sure I go to Yank Sing for some face stuffery – anyone want to join me?
One of the nasty side-effects of a market “maturing” is that the large companies that shape the market will use their installed base as leverage to try to split the market so that they can dominate the split part more thoroughly. It’s a gamble: they hope they can pull customers from the other “side” and lock them in. I’m sure that capitalists have some explanation how this makes a market more efficient, but I suspect they’re talking about making the market more efficient for the vendors, and not better for the customers.
When the media report on police crimes, they still use credulous language. What does that say?
Eagerly, I pre-ordered Adam Higginbotham’s Midnight In Chernobyl [wc] which arrived last Friday. I’ll write a review of it in time but spoiler: it’s good. But he mentioned something, and jumped past it, and it immediately made me grab my ${internet_device} and start searching.
Warning: Unsettling, Death, Gore, Cops killing people
There are a bunch of videos of this on youtube; they started showing up in my feed around the time when I was hunting for wire rope for damascus-making.
“If you tax the rich, they’ll just leave!” – I’m sure you’ve heard that one, before. It’s often trotted out alongside the old, “If you change the tax system, the rich will just figure out new ways to cheat.” That made me wonder, is it possible to figure out cheat-proof systems?
Somewhere, Jim Bakker is furious: he’s got competition in the “post-apocalyptic tactical goop food” department.
Imagine you are walking down a dark alleyway, alone, at night. Suddenly, the menacing music starts and the fog-machine turns on. You spin around and see, coming out of the fog toward you, a ${whatever} clutching a sharp knife that’s already dripping blood from previous use.