“Pay for privacy plus” says the cookie consent banner on a news article I barely cared about to begin with. It is 10am and I already want to burn everything down.
@mattl @CatherineFlick while I applaud the sentiment, no, I would not install a third party tracking system on my website in the year 2025.
Not saying the postman is juicing his stats but the parcel that was due before midday and marked as delivered at 11:30 just got posted through my letterbox at 16:45.
“Astro introduced something called "Island Architecture," and once you understand it, you'll wonder why we've been doing things any other way.
…
Your pages are static HTML by default, and only the bits that need interactivity become JavaScript "islands."
(From https://websmith.studio/blog/astro-is-a-developers-dream/)
We’ve gone full circle folks, all the way back round to “generate HTML on the server and progressively enhance with JavaScript”.
It finally happened, I ended up on my arse while bouldering, via my elbow. Not ideal because it hurts, and I wanted to climb more, but it does mean I’m pushing out of my comfort zone. Also I got back on and kicked that boulder’s arse before the adrenaline ran out and I noticed quite how sore i was.
Grabbed some stuff out the bottom of my bag, and look who came along.
Slow clap for VOXI, who offer the memorable word option “Grandma’s postcode” and then require it to be 6-12 characters.
I think I might make my whole identity the belief that podcasts should be abbreviated to casts rather than pods. The “pod” bit is vestigial now no one is listening to them on iPods. Also “listen to my cast” sounds way cooler.
Your devices can have unlimited battery life with this one weird trick.
How the fuck was GDPR (or whatever it’s called under UK law post-Brexit) found to only apply if you don’t lose money by not tracking people? Absolutely fuming at the wave of “accept our 16,522 closest friends having data on you or take out a £7.99 a month subscription” across media websites now.
Jeff Bozos' wedding guests are turning up in 95 private jets and untold mega yachts in fucking sinking Venice and meanwhile I gotta cut my hand rinsing out a tin of tomatoes so I can recycle it, the fuck man. The fuck.
Great start to the week as I realise my keys aren’t in my pocket as the front door clicks shut. Now waiting for a locksmith to arrive.
Alright climbing folk, how are you meant to learn how to trust an auto-belay? Even at the sort of heights I’d jump off from a boulder I can not make myself push away and trust what is basically a glorified hoover power cable retractor to take my weight.
Bouldered again, which is rapidly becoming a habit. Managed to top a V1 for the first time (that’s a grade of boulder for the non-climbing folks, not the Nazi rocket), which has made my day since it had a chunky overhang on it as well.
Why is “LLM makes something up rather than say it doesn’t know” headline news just because the thing it made up was something that happened to be someone’s mobile number?
https://mastodon.world/users/Mer__edith/statuses/114708975593767155
Fun fact: If you see someone at a nerd event wearing a vim-themed shirt, it's because they put it on in 2003 and couldn't figure out how to take it off
Oh boy, the Mansplaining Olympics are wild this year.
Finally managed to climb a boulder I’ve been bottling out on close to the top for a couple of sessions, which required both technique and a level of confidence in my ability to stick to a single tiny foothold I simply would not have had three weeks ago. I’m as surprised as anyone else to find myself excited to do sport.
I was going to hold off buying any climbing gear until I’d been at it a while but I think at this rate it may be cheaper to buy some shoes than to keep up on blister plasters to deal with the hire shoes.
Deeply disappointed this NFC card on the train doesn’t seem to work. Yes, I will be attempting to make it work on the way home.
