Update: The NYT has also changed their photo to the outdoor ceremony. Morons.

It's good to see this NYT story with photos of the kind of behavior believed to be most risky for spreading COVID, rather than just the lawn photo that's been widely shared.

Confusing people about the relative risks of different scenarios is dangerous.https://t.co/ujMHpw8sSo

— Wes Pegden (@WesPegden) October 4, 2020

Yep. And based on that misleading outdoor reception photo, all the dumbass libs have been going, “I told you NO ONE SHOULD LEAVE THE HOUSE EVER UHOHHHHH THE VIRUS IS BANGING ON THE WINDOWS HELP ME OH GOD HELP ME.”

Meanwhile, there was an indoor reception where most (if not all) the spread likely occurred.

I have written four books on filesystems.

The below soft-pedals the truth. #sysadmin https://t.co/oHmiy35Htv

— Like Mucas: Making Words & Punching Fascists (@mwlauthor) October 5, 2020

When you understand how anything in computers work, it’s like that. There are just so many hacks, workarounds, bits of strangeness, cobbled-together nonsense, should-be long-defunct dirty tricks we are forced to use — it’s amazing that anything works ever, much less that it tends to do so reliably.

I understand from start to finish how a computer boots, but it still blows my mind to think about it. That’s as close to magic as we get in this world.

Because people don’t *want* to name their kid (or fictional character or pseudonym or whatever) the next fad name and end up being this generation’s Karen or Lisa, so they actively try not to, but it happens anyway! How do we all accidentally keep making the next fad?

— Aella (@Aella_Girl) October 3, 2020

This is where scientists, as they often prove to be, are wrong about culture and how it works. They deny and disdain the idea of “generations,” but because certain cohorts of people born around the same time swim in the same cultural milieu, they tend to think fairly similarly and have a congruent cultural background.

This is how they semi-independently arrive at doing things like naming their kids similar names, liking the same books, having broadly similar political attitudes as their peers (even accounting for partisan differences), etc.

This is exactly how my parents thought they were giving me a unique and unusual name at the time (the 1970s), and I ended up going to school with a dozen kids with my same name — and I didn’t go to a large school.