I think there’s a simple desire to move to pastures new. “Use Instagrmam or Youtube Shorts or Snapchat” No, we’ve been there and done that.

Fortunately enough I mostly escaped the southpaw erasure bullshit.

My uncle would tease me for being a “lefty.” By calling me a “lefty.”

My grandmother had a tendency to ask passive-aggressive questions. Like “Why do you only ever wear one pair of shoes?” Because I’m four years old and I’ll outgrow these before I wear them out. Why buy more than one?" Or “Can’t you put your foot out straight?” No, I can’t. It got bent in the womb and the corrective shoe I wore when I was 0.5 did a reasonable job but it’s still a little crooked and there’s really nothing I can do about it that isn’t very uncomfortable. “Why don’t you use your right hand?” Because I’m left handed.

The way my mother tells it, when it was time for me to start drawing with crayons, she put a crayon in my right hand and then colored some with her own crayon to show me how, and I transferred my crayon to my left hand and started coloring, and mama said “Oh he’s left handed. Okay.” And from there she would hold out spoons or writing utensils and let me take them with the hand I preferred.

In school, none of the faculty ever tried to force me to be right-handed, though my elementary school teachers had no idea how to teach handwriting to a lefty. I did have a fifth grade teacher who, for reasons only known to the bug in her cunt, REQUIRED the use of a spiral-bound notebook. Right handed folks might not realize, lefties end up resting their hands against the spiral bindings at the beginning of every line and it starts to hurt. A spiralless notebook was just unacceptable.

It is a video game console that I have ever seen.

we’re better at swordfighting though.

For most of the 1990s the internet wasn’t much of a factor in pop culture or daily life. Email was something of a newfangled gimmick in the movie You’ve Got Mail.

In Team Fortress 2, the Scout can replace his default melee weapon (a baseball bat) with a “Holy Mackerel”, a fish wrapped in newspaper. While having similar stats, it announces in the kill feed every time the scout hits an enemy with it, and if he defeats that enemy it will show a “FISH KILL!” message.

I think “halibut” would work there.

Hector’s bout to get hecked.

Reminds me of a time there was a red breasted woodpecker on one of my bird feeders, and a blue jay wanted his turn. So the blue jay hopped up behind the woodpecker and pecked his leg. The woodpecker turned around like “I’ve been waiting all week for someone to say that!” There was gonna be a brrt sound, a distinctive hwuahahaHAha laugh and one newly hollow blue jay.

That’s for your sorority sister to help hold your hair back.

Not sure I want to understand how they got that to work.

Well okay,

Having my significant other draw a gun on me would end the relationship. Should we both survive this encounter I would take fairly drastic action to make sure we never encounter each other again. I was once in a bit of a dry spell, and I decided to datamine my sex life up to that point to collate what kind of things lead to success, and the thing I realized was more than half of the women I had dated were violent with me. And because sitcoms think that woman slaps man is a punchline, I thought that was normal. I don’t accept violence out of a romantic partner anymore and this is a comic depicting a threat of extreme violence between romantic partners.

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Now seeing that the art style gets more abstract in the last two panels, I won’t take the gun literally but more as “she lets it be known that she will make it a major problem if he doesn’t comply.” Whether it’s about her insecurities about her own looks or a desire to control his opinions, the fact that she’d rather threaten to scream or cry or pitch a fit or turn a cold shoulder or make him sleep on the couch or whatever if he doesn’t say what she wants him to say rather than talk about it…doesn’t really allow much room to build a future with this woman. He’ll probably stick around until she stops putting out, probably because she blew up about something.

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On the third hand, there are ways to play this as flirty and fun, depends on your dynamic together. I strongly suspect the above isn’t that, but it can be done.

…what?

We’re talking about the end of the transitional period from PowerPC (the G3 and G4 iMacs and iBooks) to the Intel architecture (about the time they went to the Macbook nomenclature). If I read this right, they didn’t push separate PowerPC and Intel architecture versions, you’d just get MacOS (or in those days, OSX) and it would ship with both binaries. Which, compiled binaries would be quite different for different architectures, data files, graphics, interpreted code etc. would be similar but pre-compiled binaries would be different.

I know for awhile a lot of applications were only available for PowerPC, so they did the Rosetta translation layer, which is a reason why you’d find PowerPC binaries on an Intel system. They did exactly that again with the transition from x86 to ARM.

Actually I seem to have fucked up there, I meant to sarcastically type “incapable” rather than “capable.”

File a strongly worded letter with the department of filing strongly worded letters, and then send out a press packet saying they’ve done it.

Wait they pushed binaries for both architectures to everyone?

Yeah yeah I know, women are anatomically capable of being at fault.

If I can rant a bit…

I used to do my daily journal as plaintext in Vim. I wanted something that was a little more capable and in RedNotebook I almost got it. It stores plaintext markup (I think yaml?), the thing is it has an edit and a display mode, and you can’t edit it in display mode. Inserting a picture is pasting a file path to where that picture is stored. If I linked to where the pictures are stored in my ~/Pictures directory, if I ever migrated from Rednotebook or Linux or anything like that, the links to those pictures would break. So I store teh pictures I link in my journal in a subdirectory alongside the journal itself, so the pics should go with it and it should survive a transfer easier.

This is, of course, extremely user unfriendly to do, because it would mean copying pictures, reducing their resolution so they don’t take up the entire damn journal window, and then working through RedNotebook’s interface to navigate to where I just stored that picture to generate the link.

Or, I wrote a couple lines of Bash that did most of that for me and put the file path link in the primary buffer so I could open my file browser, right click, select Add To Journal, and then middle click in my journal. Felt kind of clever coming up with that one, and I kind of wish A) it was a bit easier and B) we lived more in a world where we did that kind of thing where things interoperated more than trying to silo things.

Imagine what Rockefeller and Carnegie would have tweeted about. You know they were crass, detached from reality hemorrhoid clusters, they just didn’t get to spew it to a global audience 900 times a day.

Removing some deprecated old library or just good old optimization.

You’re applying very 1990s thinking to internet advertising. They have ways of telling which ads lead to clickthroughs and sales. You say “We got 100 million viewers!” They say “cool, we’ll run ads on your program and give you five cents every time the unique link in those ads results in a purchase.”