Weasel @wildweasel@computerfairi.es

Exclusive preview of an upcoming redesign of Golfshrine Online. This aims to make actual use of my web design knowledge, as well as clean it up a lot in terms of code, and make it much less of a pain to update. Also make it look more golfy.

character concept: person who is born on Leap Day, but rather than only becoming a year older on exactly their birthday, they age as normal, and an additional four years every Feb 29th. See, the _idea_ was that Mom would have the kid on Leap Day so they'd have four times the lifetime, which didn't really work for the expected reason, but Father Time already _has_ a way around that, so now, the kid ages 7 years for every 4, in big, inconvenient 4 year spurts.

And now they owe some years back.

Dad's been having fun building these nice wooden "barn quilts" in the garage. Keep telling him he should start taking commissions from the neighbors or something.

And sure, I have things I do enjoy working on in my personal life. Tinkering with my computers. Drawing. Writing. They don't feel like work - not because I always have fun with them, but because try as I might, I can't figure out how to get paid for them.

Whoever rolled my character sheet and put all my stat points into intelligence at the expense of charisma, I want to take the dice away from you.

It's why I would rally for any kind of universal basic income, or just generally better/easier access to welfare programs. Opponents of such programs would say things like "people just don't want to work." I'd say that's untrue, but at the same time, *I* don't want to work. I hate the idea of a nine-to-five. The regular paycheck was nice, but spending half my waking days separated from the parts of my life in which I thrive was not so nice. The absolute hell of working for The Man.

I think a lot about a post I read years ago, where OP talks about having seen a therapist somewhere in the EU - talks about their problems, concerns, et cetera, the therapist hangs on every word, and ultimately declares the diagnosis to be not clinical depression, but "a terminal lack of funding."

How very many problems could be solved in our lives, if only we were all just paid enough money to live them comfortably.

Hrghglrhglhhhlhrghhh. ​

@jplebreton @mcc you used to be able to have the web browser toast you when all downloads were finished. i liked that a lot for big files. now i don't think it's an option anymore and you also can't have the progress bars on the status line anymore. i don't like the pie-chart-button thing everybody does now. [/cane-shaking]

@foone thinking about the time i was playing Far Cry 2, had to alt-tab to take care of some things, and got distracted enough during it that I decided "nah I wanna go play some games" and launched Far Cry 2. It wasn't until I had finished the session and started shutting down for the night that I noticed the first instance was still running while I was playing a second one.

Sure it isn't two weeks. But still.

@konjak yeah unfortunately i've had the same issue albeit the other way around (two monitors of the same resolution but not the same physical size), sadly windows natively does not care for such discrepancies and functions on basis of pixels only, even with display-scaling.

i'd imagine having any awareness of a display's size would need a total ground-up reconstruction of monitor handling at the OS level. 😔​

Most were dated from the early 2000s, letters meant for another magazine, asking if anybody knew anything about a "forgotten retro computer game I played in school." Oddly, the replies were in the envelope, too; the magazines largely denying knowledge of the game, until one reply read "You know it was fake, right?"

I could not figure out why The Dev had all of this stuff, why _my_ name was on the mail, or why he showed it to me like he was accusing me of something.

The magazines featured a making-of feature about the fake page-ads themselves, that served as a tutorial for an old Mac 3D sculpting/rendering program, and some PageMaker-like print layout editor.

The letters were more interesting, as they were more contemporary.

All of the page ads focused on the "athletes": crudely 3D rendered humanoid shapes, Gouraud-shaded but also heavily dithered, as if displayed on a monitor that only has one shade of red to work with. No screenshots. Just the tag line, "NOTAS: Digital athletics simulation for the new world."