My friend, whose first language is not English, could not remember the word “speakers” briefly and came up with “song boxes.”
I think that’s a perfectly good name for them! I just hope she doesn’t do that in her role as translator and occasional interpreter. (She was very tired when that happened.)
It’s funny that people in my field think containers and virtualization are new. Not even close. Virtualization was invented and actively used in the 1960s and containers were a thing in the 1970s.
But no one in my field knows really any history at all. And it makes the whole thing vastly worse.
Modern browser memory use is in-fucking-sane:
I have 128GB of RAM in my iMac for a reason. But dang. I used to run a browser on 8MB of RAM in 1995.
I need a new OS called “If You Fucking Even Try To Save Anything to the Cloud, I’ll Fucking Kill You, Motherfucker!” It’s a mouthful but it’d be the perfect OS for me.
I’ve also seen people writing “fullproof” instead of “foolproof” lately. Damn. Launch the nukes. Launch all of them. Cleanse this corrupted world with a glorious sterilizing fire. I’m begging.
I think “goth” should count as its own ethnicity. It just makes good sense.
The first ten on today’s playlist:
How comes a person’s personality changes so much when drunk?
It does not. My personality remains exactly the same. Almost no one can tell I’m drunk, especially if I am sitting down. On the other hand, mentally weak people use drunkenness as an excuse to act out. If I want to pop off I don’t need to be drunk to do it. I just do it. But not very often and only when called for.
Listening to old Willie Nelson songs and reading about Popperian falsification. Incidentally, Firefox wants to correct “Popperian” to “Pomeranian.”
Nah, that’s a little different. Just a little bit.
Google Maps now looks more like Apple Maps – and a lot of people aren’t happy.
The new interface is clearly inferior. Less readable, harder to navigate and even more ad-optimized. It’s trash. The best interface was around 2008.
A show I was just watching was set in 1307 in Paris. It annoyed me because they were speaking French, but it wasn’t Old French. It was completely modern. I know I am a language nerd but that took me right out of it. They hadn’t even made it up to Middle French at that time and the French spoken in 1307 would’ve sounded way hella different than what we hear now.
Ah well.
Hmm, that’s a good one! I wouldn’t fall for that because in general I am very wary and low-empathy, but that is indeed one that seems like it’d be very effective.
The first ten on today’s playlist:
Michael Jordan’s ball faking ability.
Liberals: Anyone could get this good if they put in their 10,000 hours! Natural talent doesn’t exist.
Reality: Umm hell no. I and most people could practice for 10,000 years and never even get 1/100 this good.
Practice matters. You certainly can get better at something. But it’s not nearly enough.
When I was in the UK recently with a friend, we ran into this insanity: 
We noped right on out of there. (I don’t mind soy milk, but damn, who wants anything from a café that doesn’t even have actual milk? And café au lait without true milk sounds purely evil. Blech.)