

There was something wrong here, but the… right kind of wrong.
Looking back, those times were an incredible desert of of titillation compared to the desserts of today.
There was something wrong here, but the… right kind of wrong.
Looking back, those times were an incredible desert of of titillation compared to the desserts of today.
No, never did find it… But I’m pretty sure now that pen really was his. It was just a mildly unlikely coincidence that he had one just like mine.
The way I felt at the time that I’d been conned out of some things in the past had me set a bit too hard on “not being fooled again”, and I overdid it.
One particular case I remember is exchanging toy cars with someone, and them claiming later that day that they lost the car i just gave them. So I spent a good few minutes looking for it with them. I even insisted “no, let’s look again” when they suggested we give up. I felt bad that they’d lost out on our exchange, so I gave them back the car they’d given me, just to ease their misfortune. Only to hear the next day how they’d been bragging about fooling me. Gah.
I had a similar thing with a pen, the very same year I think… I had a mildly special pen which one day I lost. Went looking for it and found it sitting on a (slightly older) classmate’s desk, so i grabbed it and said “hey, that’s mine”. He tried to pretend that no, it was his, and he sounded very convincing about it, and even got the teacher involved. They both looked at me with infuriatingly condescending expressions as I explained how it was mine.
The teacher suggested “just let him have it” to the classmate, who conceded.
I went back to my desk fuming and scratched my initials into it before returning to show them, "look, see, it was mine! The classmate immediately pointed out “you scratched those in just now” and I think I mumbled something incoherent before going back to my desk, to the teacher’s mortification with the whole situation.
It had already begun dawning on me at this point that the classmate was right… This wasn’t my pen. It was his and just looked like mine. But it was too late at this point and I didn’t know how to handle it other than to keep quiet and try to forget about it.
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I will be messaging you in 7 days on 2025-04-07 10:06:96 UTC to remind you that there is no RemindMe! bot on lemmy.
Ok, that could be true. I assumed they meant the “building” phase that some frameworks go through.
Except… the compilation step doesn’t add type safety to JS.
As an aside, type safety hasn’t been something I truly miss in JS, despite how often it’s mentioned.
I just funged it. You’ll never get me, coppers.
You meant to type 32, but by putting a full stop after it makes it look like “1.” on a lot of clients because of markup interpretation.
Have you considered that you may be a hallucinating AI yourself?.. Quick, try drawing a full glass of wine!
That’s a great way to make the air inside the teabag expand but not be able to escape through the wet paper, making the teabag float on top of the water like a confused little fish that just escaped a dentist’s aquarium.
That’s not true, I’m sure NATO will answer NATO’s call to help kick NATO’s ass.
I think it needs special hardware to run on:
It is developed to run on an Orbic mobile hotspot (Amazon, Ebay) which is available for $20 or less at the time of this writing.
The real meat of the story is in the referenced blog post: https://blog.codingconfessions.com/p/how-unix-spell-ran-in-64kb-ram: