Ever tried to read something in your dreams? Coding is basically 90% reading and 10% writing. Then you have to insure that shit compiles and runs.
I can’t speak for you, but I don’t think my brain has a valid edition of the Java Development Kit.
Ever tried to read something in your dreams? Coding is basically 90% reading and 10% writing. Then you have to insure that shit compiles and runs.
I can’t speak for you, but I don’t think my brain has a valid edition of the Java Development Kit.
Just think: People having to get help because the job they quit three years ago keeps showing up in their dreams. What’s worse is that they keep doing it, in control but unaware of the fact that they aren’t getting paid, threatened by their in-dream former boss with being fired if the quota wasn’t met.
Staying awake yet unemployed becomes one of their only escapes. They turn to stimulants to stay away from ‘work’ just a bit longer, just a little more peace.
But they then ‘crash’, falling asleep for almost a day, and starting a shift that feels like an eternity, Inception style.
Bombay is best bai.
Which is particularly ironic as the breed is known for its silky black coat, and bai can also mean “yellow mist”.
Which goes swell, until you realize that you are instead dealing with an ever complex and gnawing realization you can barely quantify as existential dread in light of the remarkably complex yet dangerous capabilities found in every human present and yet to be conceived on this suddenly constricting mortal plane, exceeded only by the sheer number of permutations which you generously call ‘best case scenarios’ that result in an irrevocable destructive spiral on the fragile biome only loosely labeled by you as “third rock from the sun”.
“I just heart my Ubuntu, and my computer friend was right: this was easy to install!.. wait a sec. What do you mean it’s only got 3 months of support left?!? You told me to get the latest version!”
Yes! It’s the epitome of clarity. I gotta admit, when I hear the accent, I immediately assume the person is American.
Hey, as an American I found that quite…ah, accurate.
It does vary by which part of the states you get someone from, but yes, apparently we get quite loud (if only to speak over our abundant amounts of cars and gunfire). And is charming as it can be to some, the variations in accents you find on the south and eastern areas in particular can get old quick.
Not safe enough. Give it another decade; I’m sure they’ll get around to ruining it by then.
I can’t speak for your managers, but my past managers didn’t need Agile to f things up. They can do that with anything!
You know, I wish it wasn’t. Much of Amazon was on a version of Perl for years (and may still be) for almost all of their front end hosting. Facebook has transformed PHP into Hack (which is better for types, though technically not strongly typed), strongly suggesting they were running PHP until 2014. Let’s not forget what WordPress is still in PHP too.
https://quirksmode.org/css/ has entered the chat.
Ouch! Red flag. Sucks to get rejected, but maybe you dodged a bullet.
The mark of a true master.
Python should not be used for production environments, or anything facing the user directly. You are only inviting pain and suffering.
(That’s the joke!)
Someone hasn’t read https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Silver_Bullet yet.
If abstraction was going to kill it, it would have died a thousand deaths already.
How much of that python is written in a shared codebase with multiple active contributors? When was the last time you refactored a module?
Tabs and spaces are invisible. Semicolons are not.
Load bearing whitespace. Damn, I love that phrase.
Also, if you have to have agreement on the tabs or spaces argument in your codebase in order to get it to compile, you have already lost.
One Note. I have yet to see anything from anyone come close. Works with all of my devices, allows me to use a stylus for designs on an infinite graph paper canvas, and damned good at note taking.
Zone of the Enders had a touching anime series about a widowed space truck driver whom stumbles upon a sentient orbital frame which he considers his surrogate daughter as he attempts to become a better father and reconnect with his grown kids, amidst an inter-system civil war.
And I’m kinda sure it’s cannon.
No, I am not making this up.