The main difference being that code is typically stored in plain text files, where you can more easily compare and merge differences, while some other document types are harder to diff usefully. That doesn’t mean you can’t use git to keep their version history, it just means resolving merge conflicts might be a bitch.

This is really damn good. Thanks for sharing it!

I think he’s an asshole¹ but he’s not nearly on the same level as Elmo or any other billionaire. Between actually working and contributing, not being as hardcore exploitative capitalist, and not having nearly the same level of hoarded wealth², there’s just far less potential for assholery.

1: Mind, I still value his work, but the way he sometimes treats people reaches into asshole territory for me.
2: A superficial search suggests a net worth of $50 million. In perspective, that’s $0.05 billion, compared to the late Jobs’ $10.8 billion (0.5%) or Musk’s ~$400 billion (0.01%)

I also struggle with people liberally handing out “11/10” for “great” and go up to 12 for “awesome”.

My scale for “great” is 8, “awesome” is 9 and 10 is reserved for really special things (greay by itself + some additional bonus).

I always feel weird, like I’m overly critical, when someone else says “Oh this is great, I love this, 11/10” and I feel the same but only hand out 8.7/10.

I bet his body could still provide some nutrients for flowers. I guess he’ll be on some regimen of meds at his age, but the toxicity of the mind doesn’t necessarily seep into the physical host.

And it would be one way he could still be useful.

I really intensely love adverbs though

Leather can take quite a bit of heat. I wouldn’t leave it laying in the flames, nor would I hold anything for too long because eventually the heat does get through. But if you just wanna shift a log or something, it gives you more control than a stick.

Same energy as holding people at bowpoint like it’s a gun

For those who can’t read pictures and don’t want to click links:

“Kinder Than Man” by Althea Davis

And God
please let the deer
on the highway
get some kind of heaven.
Something with tall soft grass
and sweet reunion.
Let the moths in porch lights
go someplace
with a thousand suns,
that taste like sugar
and get swallowed whole.
May the mice
in oil and glue
have forever dry, warm fur
and full bellies.
If I am killed
for simply living,
let death be kinder
than man.

(Note: the image titles the poem as “The Crime Of Being Small”, but the actual title appears to be “Kinder Than Man”.)