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One Esk Nineteen is tired. you cannot do anything ironically. life is action, and life is good only when action is a joy.

photo of a book open to page 448, which prominently reads “MAZES AND TRAPS”. it has a picture of a butterfly on both pages. along the side, barely visible, is the text: “Trousseau: Fashion for time travelers.”
that's right
extremely dense rust in program written by someone who read the incunabulum and liked it
screenshot of 45 open and 37 closed issues
Screenshot of a twitter thread posted by Richard D. Bartlett @RichDecibels. there is one developmental assignment that comes before all others: you need to navigate to a social context where you are reminded every day that you are good, you are of benefit to others. I cannot stress this highly enough. Aug 13, 2025 · 7:57 PM UTC Richard D. Bartlett @RichDecibels Aug 13 development is vulnerable because you have to look your weaknesses square in the eye. it is normal and healthy to require encouragement from external sources. 100 years of individualist propaganda does not change this. Richard D. Bartlett @RichDecibels Aug 13 your opinions count. your jokes are funny. your insights are interesting. you have talents: some things that are hard for others are easy for you. your contribution matters you are not expected to generate this knowledge from some inner source all day, you deserve encouragement Richard D. Bartlett @RichDecibels Aug 13 every day! every day! you should be reminded all the time! you should not be able to go 12 hours without someone reminding you that you are good! not “good” in some vague philosophical way. practically, concretely: you are of benefit to other people! you make a difference
Portrait of Wainwright by Oliver Mark, Berlin 2010
a movie poster for Ferris Bueller's Day Off. it has been poorly edited to say "Ferris Bueller's Week Off".
28 lines of extremely dense rust code. All white space has been deleted except for 2-column tab indentation. most variables are one or two letters, and many items from the standard library have been abbreviated to the same length. multiple statements appear on the same line, and often loops appear on the same line as other code. the file name is “bib/main.rs”.
a free-text box in a form, titled "Gender identity". the box says "thunderstorm".
a brilliant sunset shining through grey clouds, with sharp rays filtering through. the photo is taken from a boat in very flat waters. in the mid ground are a cluster of mid-rises, split by the same water.
cover art of Use Of Weapons by Iain M Banks. it shows a giant battleship bristling weapons in all directions, resting in dry dock (?) in front of a futuristic city. in the background is a nebula.
Others, including the Persian poet-priest Kabir, tell instructive stories through poetry using themes like this: First thing in not too much to say that an abundance of compelling and unpredictable heroic stories can re-enspirit and awaken a drowsing psyche and culture, filling both with much-needed vitality and novel vision. From the ancient storytellers to the present, the idea has always been: As go the souls that lead, so goes the culture. In the morning, do not rush off to work, but take down your musical instrument and play it. Then test your work in the same way. If there is no music in it, then set it aside, and go find what has music in it again.
here is the thing i would build instead of cargo: - start by importing `cargo metadata` from Cargo.toml, so that 80% of builds can still be declarative. - have a FUSE filesystem that tracks reads and writes. for platforms that don't support FUSE, fall back to .d files. record these in a way similar to `tup`. notice and rebuild when the accessed files change. if processes are interrupted, delete all the artifacts they created in the latest (partial) run (this also fixes "ctrl-c breaks incremental linking sometimes"). - extend the tup model to system dependencies by strace-ing all spawned processes. rebuild if a system dependency changes. - disallow setting `-l` and `-L`; instead require that build scripts print the path to all shared objects they want to link. rebuild if any of those change. - expose all this info with a nexttest-like query language. for example RA could ask "all used files" cheaply (because it's cached from the previous build). this would be the main interface for build scripts; they could say "give me the registered C compiler for this target" using the same query language as external processes. - build in a dumb executor (something like what cargo has today). have a plugin (or builtin) that uses the query language to export to .ninja. do the cmake thing where ninja automatically recreates its files if it needs to.
screenshot of extremely bare bones text. it reads: hi how are you i'm tired me too do you think maybe it's bedtime? [radio static] will be there yeah ok ily i love you too ok but you have to actually go to sleep :P
a screenshot of leah saying meow. next to her username is “Invalid Handle”.
me in a leather jacket and jeans. my hair is pulled back. i look severe; but one corner of my mouth is turned up. my right hand is taking a selfie and the left is holding my car keys. in the background is a tv and shaded window.
two girls. one says “abolish gender forever!” the other says “make more genders”. they stare at each other for a long moment, then kiss passionately.
exactly the same as above i swear
the Mask Maker from hollow knight. it's a long, spindly anthropomorphoid bug wearing a green cloak that covers most of its body. it holds a brush in either hand, poised just above a table, upon which rests a half-finished mask. to the side are masks of all shapes and sizes, some of which belong to characters elsewhere in the game. it is in a cavern brightly lit with hanging lanterns. in the background, barely visible because the camera is so out of focus, are many more masks hanging. this is the version of the mask maker that appears after you have "unmasked" it, although it may have yet more masks underneath.
a signal conversation. You: [redacted] how do you keep awakening new kinks in me lol Them: Sorry that would be my mental illnesses
a graph showing that costs are roughly the same for all hospitals in america, but the top two quartiles of hospitals charge significantly more for the same care, almost all of which goes to profit
screenshot of a discord message. @cute [redacted]: We do need to find a way for each other to get healthcare in the other country @djinn: this is one of the funniest marriage proposals i've ever seen
Kronk talking to the angel on his shoulder, who says “no, no. he’s got a point”
They began to scratch their pates, No longer wagging, purring, But visibly demurring, Grunting and snarling. One call’d her proud, Cross-grain’d, uncivil; Their tones wax’d loud, Their looks were evil. Lashing their tails They trod and hustled her, Elbow’d and jostled her, Claw’d with their nails, Barking, mewing, hissing, mocking, Tore her gown and soil’d her stocking, Twitch’d her hair out by the roots, Stamp’d upon her tender feet, Held her hands and squeez’d their fruits Against her mouth to make her eat.
I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver either, And all my gold is on the furze That shakes in windy weather Above the rusty heather.” “You have much gold upon your head,” They answer’d all together: “Buy from us with a golden curl.” She clipp’d a precious golden lock, She dropp’d a tear more rare than pearl, Then suck’d their fruit globes fair or red: Sweeter than honey from the rock, Stronger than man-rejoicing wine, Clearer than water flow’d that juice; She never tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use? She suck’d and suck’d and suck’d the more Fruits which that unknown orchard bore; She suck’d until her lips were sore; Then flung the emptied rinds away But gather’d up one kernel stone, And knew not was it night or day As she turn’d home alone.
A screenshot of a black and white pixel art game. It shows a tentacled witch with long hair, reflected with progressively more distorted graphics to the left and right. (You don't know how long you can keep doing this.) START AGAIN QUIT
bluesky is just showing a black screen :(
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me in a black long sleeved v-neck with long sleeves and a large blue tote bag. i’m wearing an asymmetric black dress, black pennyloafers, and yellow socks. my hair is just above my shoulders and my hands are a blur as i lean back against the wall of a building decorated to look like the outside of a barn. the whole thing is lit by a dim yellow overhead lamp.
me in a light peach-colored sleeveless dress. my hair is down and very curly. i'm wearing a flower necklace and the glint of an earring is just barely visible. in front of me is a coffee cup. behind me is a wall corner painted almost the color of my dress, with yellow flowers and various other decorations on a wood bureau. i am smiling.
acegender explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like "male", "female", "nonbinary", "masculine", "feminine" or "androgynous". go!
a photo of a dark grey sky with a patch of light in the middle shining through. it’s raining, but no droplets are visible, just lighter and darker rays of light. below, a river surrounds a wide, flat city.
STOP DOING GIT * HUMANS WERE NOT MEANT TO HOLD MERKLE TREES IN THEIR HEAD * YEARS OF HISTORY yet NO REAL-WORLD USE FOUND for GOING BACK FURTHER THAN A WEEK * Wanted to VERSION CODE? We hadd a tool for that: it was called FINAL_PROJECT_v3 (2).zip * Yes, please give me SHORTLOG of something. Please give me -N -S 1.1.2.. of it" - Statements dreamed up by evil wizards LOOK at what DEVELOPERS have been demanding your Respect for all this time, with all the CPUS and TOOLS we built for them (This is REAL VCS done by REAL DEVELOPERS): blurry, barely recognizable image of a git commit graph of the git history for rust-lang/rust screenshot of "'recent' is aliased to 'for-each-ref --sort=committerdate --format='%(committerdate:short): %(refname:short): %(contents:subject)' refs/heads/'" "Hello I would like HEAD~ apples please" They have played us for absolute fools
a large curtain of rocks bordering a wide river. there are few clouds, and the horizon stretches far into the distance, past the trees barely visible on the far bank. there is a dock on this side, and in the distance a bridge. overhead a plane is landing
sow without reaping tutorial can i sow without reaping why am i reaping what i sow reddit is it normal to reap what you sow
the full text of the email. it says "FUCK YOU MONEY", and the first sentence is "a warthog and a meerkat were waiting in line at Blue Bottle."
screenshot of a gmail inbox. the first email is from "Public Universal Fr." with the title "FUCK YOU M..."
My gender is… glittery ??? woman
It was narrated that Umar ibn al-Khattaab (may Allah be pleased with him) said: Beward of debt, for it starts with worry and it ends with war. Narrated by Maalik in al-Muwatta (2/770).
an auto insurance card. my name is circled in pink, with the pink text "CERTIFIED FAKE" underlined twice.
a black dog laying on a plush bear. he is very intent on looking at it.
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a robot girl covered in exposed wires, with exposed metal on the torso and breastplate. she looks cautious, or perhaps tired. she wears a neural headset that’s plugged into the wall behind her, which is covered in wires and dials and switches. her arms are human looking, but there is a metal plate halfway down her shoulder.
whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3
@VOIDTHROAT: a giant died on the outskirts of my town and now the rain and the snow are red. the air tastes like iron. so no, i can't host.
me laying on my side on a carpet. my hair falling on top of my face and covering my nose. i have a dress on. the arm on the ground is grasping my other arm holding the phone. i look extremely undignified.
me wearing yellow overalls, a light brown headband, and a bronze chain. the photo is staged so that i am looking up at the camera at a rather sharp angle.
me in a dressing room with too-bright light. i'm wearing a plain, very light green tank top and salmon shorts. there is a bronze chain around my neck. my hair flows down to my shoulder. i look down at my phone and smile.
me in a very short black dress, fishnet leggings, and fishnet arm sleeves. i wear a spiked collar around my neck. my nails are painted midnight black. my hair is down.
a blahaj on a piano bench. it is lying sideways, so that the belly faces towards the camera. in the background is a table stand with three hollow knight figurines.
me, wearing a red cardigan and black pants and a series of - if i do say so myself - very impressive scars on my torso. my hair is down and i have a cheeky grin. my nails are painted midnight purple.
me. i have damp hair and i'm wearing a red cardigan over a white tank top.
me, standing in the canal, facing away from the camera and placing a sticker on a large stone wall. i'm wearing a red crop top and my shoulder and back muscles stand out in clear relief. my black pants are bunched up around my knees.
me, standing in a wide clear canal. i've thrown water droplets up into the air and the photographer has caught them as they fall. my hair is damp and loose and i have the biggest smile on my face.
7 giant bags of dried mango, banana chips, trail mix, cashews, apricots, cranberries, and pineapple rings
me, crouching in a cardboard box. i'm wearing the same red crop top and blue shorts. my hair is ruffled. i am smiling broadly.
the same outfit, but i am now wearing sunglasses.