Thoughts and prayers for the owner of this whole pumpkin pie abandoned on the curb. Undoubtedly tasked with getting various kids, bags, and Thanksgiving accoutrements packed, this poor guy is probably now in his biggest trouble of the year.
A VS Code screenshot with various iterations of typing out `HTMLLIElement`, including a The Shining nod.
Let’s add a little exposure therapy to see if we can’t cure the source of my griping.
HTMLLIElement is the most difficult interface to type in all of JavaScript. It takes inordinate concentration to get the caps correct, and even when you nail it, it never looks right.
Aww, heck yes!
Spatchcocked a chicken for the first time today. I feel like half Carmy from The Bear, half Sub-Zero from Mortal Kombat.
Oh no. *Oh no.*
Screenshot of Cardhop update to v2.3.4, featuring Bluesky usernames as a field option.
Oh, heck yeah. I see you listening, @flexibits.com!
Not usually a conspiracy theory believer, but I’m pretty sure the guy behind the deli counter swapped my usual ham with an inferior brand.
When the Patriot Act was passed, libraries got requests for patrons’ borrowing history. We were prohibited from disclosing those requests.
We deleted and shredded those records and stopped tracking reading history for that reason.
ALSO.
Clearly what we have here is a bad *policy*.
My propensity for eating frozen cookie dough is getting problematic.
Love Iceland. One of my favoritest vacations. Your photos make me miss it.
Visiting Madison Square Garden tonight for the first time! And I’m going there to watch people play Dungeons & Dragons.
Puttin’ real pants on, so you know today’s serious.
Hey, kids of TikTok! I’ve got a great social media app for you. See, it’s called LinkedIn…
Congrats on upward and onward!
Being one who strongly dislikes the gym, my single greatest motivation to go is:
a) set out gym clothes the night before.
b) change into those gym clothes as soon as you’re up.
Something Jedi-mindtricky about this practice compels you to think “Welp, I’m dressed for the gym—I might as well go.”
The Gaiman article is hard to read, both in what it describes and the personal, decades-held beliefs it ruins.
Now, even in the kindest light I can muster—as one who hoped the truth sat somewhere in between—the article’s damning.
By abandoning accounts rather than deleting, social media sites would become digital squalor. Each final post with a year-old timestamp represents another broken window or boarded-up door.
And there’s something satisfying in reducing these ivory towers to slums.
To delete a social media account is to tidy a billionaire’s tech stack. By pruning yourself, you’re doing free work.
What if you just stopped using your accounts instead? What if these sites were merely seas of abandoned usernames?
It’d tell the story of something once popular, now forgotten.
There’s lots of talk—and follow-through—around deleting social media accounts in protest. Deleting’s both cool and warranted. But can I propose something else?
Let ’em rot.
Despite how much we’re told otherwise, it’s okay to want things to be real.
Clawing out from hibernation.
I ate some phenomenal meals. Burned many cozy fires. Drank a lot of coffee and wine.
Wished I’d eaten more cranberries, but if that’s my one holiday lament, I’ll gladly endure it.
I always like when people dash into the subway car just as the door closes—their faces light with the tiniest sense of victory.
@flexibits.com Seconding that Bluesky socials list ask! 🙏
The revelation my lovely bride has never seen “The Big Lebowski” has resulted in immediate corrective action.
Laughing and managing the pit in my stomach at the same time.
I don’t consider myself a Green Day fan, but Holiday is resonatin’ hard in these upside-down times.
open.spotify.com/track/0lvhEs...
I’ll use Babel + Rollup to let me still use modern JS syntax. I’ll need to watch the transpilation bloat, though. Going to write the whole thing in vanilla JS.
CSS is gonna be a trip—thank the maker for caniuse.com. I might actually need to clear a float for the first time in years.