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  • CodexArcanum@lemmy.dbzer0.comtolinuxmemes@lemmy.worldWhich git branch are you on?
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    For all the sudden word scholars here: there is no second word “master” that’s spelled, pronounced, and written exactly the same as the other one but is entirely unrelated to the concept of master\slave. All modern meanings of the word master derive from the same root: magister, meaning an authority or teacher.

    A “master recording” is the authority, the base copy from which all others are duplicated. They aren’t called “slave” copies, although the primary use of the terms in computing did originally use those 2 words. Also as someone else pointed out, you don’t even really make copies of git branches in the same way as audio so the term is misapplied.

    Main is also a bad name, unless you’re working on a solo project with only 1 main branch and some features. As soon as you start collaborating with other people, you should really have individual dev branches or “forks” (be honest, 90% of you aren’t rawdogging git straight from the CLI, there’s a forge website involved as hub) to work on, with an integration\testing “fork”\branch to combine work and a release branch for final code, with each discrete release tagged.

    No gods, no kings, no masters!










  • My impressions from this comic are that I would hate the creator if I ever met them.

    I think the joke is a typical take on ADHDers having “eyes bigger than their stomachs” for large tasks. Swimming in a lake is very fun, and can help one feel connected to nature. Swimming across a lake is a huge task, possibly requiring training, could take a long time, and is dangerous.

    Why they decided to sit on the beach instead of swimming at all, I have no idea. Maybe it’s a “lakes are deep and scary because lake monsters” thing?







  • Alas! I fear we cannot stay here longer,’ said Aragorn. He looked towards the mountains and held up his sword. ‘Farewell, Gandalf!’ he cried. ‘Did I not say to you: if you pass the doors of Moria, beware? Alas that I spoke true! What hope have we without you?’

    He turned to the Company. ‘We must do without hope,’ he said. ‘At least we may yet be avenged. Let us gird ourselves and weep no more! Come! We have a long road, and much to do.’