My only issue is -u. How do you print help text if your required parameters are always filled. There’s no way to test for -z if the shell bails on the first line.
Edit: though I guess you could initialise your vars with bad defaults, and test for those.
Turn off your computer and make sure it powers down. Toss it in a 43-foot hole in the ground. Bury it completely rocks and boulders should be fine. Then burn any clothes you may have worn any time you were onliiiine
(You can deduct all if not a lot of the money you send to charity in your taxes. Everyone should donate the max amount, as the government practically covers it!)
Once you start getting real money, you start noticing how much is going to taxes.
Even though the net income is more money than you’ve ever seen in your life, and the meagre fraction that is going to welfare is abysmally small, yet was a true lifeline to you when you needed it mere weeks ago… it still makes your blood boil knowing you’re not getting everything you feel you deserve.
Imagine that amplified x 10, and you can see how a CEO might feel that they’re throwing tens of thousands a month on what they feel are undeserving recipients. All they see are the zeroes, not the percentage.
TL;DR - we all inhabit the same planet, but we live in different worlds.
what brand of cannabis would you recommend?
“Now how did I kill my husband, again?” *scribbles furiously into notepad*
(Oh no!)
She's gonna rock
down
to
*ELECTRIC AVENUE*
Nah, I’m at least 3 sigmas on a very (very) narrow curve, placing me at average+2
What a fantastic read.
Dozens of people collaborated spontaneously, motivated by loyalty, friendship, or the love of craftsmanship. We were hackers, creating something for the sheer joy of making it work.
I’m moved by this. I feel that this is what HN used to be maybe 10 years ago. Now its just VC crap and making money as quickly as possible with lock-in market-corning crapware.
I used to cycle 40km a day to get to work, do solid work hours with no distractions, get praised by my boss for my efforts, come home and spend quality time with my ex, and we’d clean the whole damn apartment every Saturday morning, basking in the afterglow of the shining surfaces for the rest of the weekend where we’d go for nice hikes or watch movies.
I work from home now, where I work longer hours because I’m watching cartoons at the same time which splits my focus, developing health problems because of my lack of exercise, and my lonely apartment is in dire need of TLC because of this one simple fact about myself:
I need structure, and an audience. I crave it. I will happily clean, but never for myself. Those people who join cults for a sense of purpose and belonging? I’m their #1 customer.
What does this mean for John Mastodon’s grandkids?
-avP
If its a group of people I just mutter bunch of things: “hi” “morning” “happy birthday” “merry christmas” (doesn’t matter what day or time)
Reminds me of my Lithuanian colleague, who would walk into the office and not say anything. If you greeted her, she’d cast you a wary look like what’s so special about this morning to make it “good” mothafucka
Forenoon? That’s new-age hippie revisionist nonsense.
We need to click our heels together and say Ave!
Christ, we covered this. You lean against the wall, pull down your pants, go into the crouch position, and push like your life depends on it.
Trust me those yellow stairs will be a thing of the past.
This is a world that has seen 4+ world wars in a short period of time, mostly fought by teenagers and children. Pair that with the events of what fox demon did to konohona, and you can understand the sheer loss and battle fatigue that surrounds the generation immediately preceding Naruto’s.
Peace between clans is an entirely new concept, and Naruto is growing up in a world that sees him as a monster of the past, an explosion waiting to happen to once again destroy them and their loved ones.
Naruto therefore grew up quite lonely, friendless, parentless, seemingly unloved by his own people, on the fringes of soceity, pushed away for the mere crime of his existence, for reasons that are initially completely unknown to him…
… and yet despite all this, he never gives in to bitterness or despair. He gets pushed over, ridiculed, bullied, shunned, and yet each and every time, he picks himself up and fights to be acknowledged as an equal. Not better, not worse. Equal.
He comes across as stupid and superficial, but this is a kid who understands very well the deep numbing depths of loneliness that can shape one’s actions, and seeks to remove it from everyone he meets, friend or foe.
That’s why I always root for Naruto. He’s an idiot, but he’s everyone’s idiot.
Threading the needle between a bus and a parked car on my bike at night. The car door opened right after the bus cleared.
I bought tide pods
As emergency travel snacks go, I’ve had worse
I’ll buy your hat for 35c