Yesterday I was perusing some legacy software at work, and I came upon the following comment:
* generated cc file provided by the union of code generating robots.
I’m not sure if this was a joke, or the output of some tool I’m unfamiliar with, but if it is real, it’s the best robot apocalypse news I’ve read in years. This code was crap.
Go human!
When my nephew was much younger (around 4 or 5) he used to love to play on my laptop when I came home for Christmas. However, since I really didn’t have any games for preschoolers on my laptop, and my parents live in 1974, where there is no Internet, our options were limited.
My solution to this was to play spelling games with him. And by “play spelling games” I mean open Microsoft Word and let him type. The game had the following rules:
Round 1) I pick a word (“cat”), and he has to type it in by finding the letters C-A-T on the keyboard.
Round 2) I spell a word (“H-O-U-S-E”) and he types it in and tells me what word it is.
The game lasts until he gets bored, or until I think of an escape plan because I’m bored.
One night after dinner we were playing, and he decided to up his game (so to speak) and enter Round 3, where he would spell out a word on the keyboard, and I would tell him what it spelled. Round 3 went something like this: Continue reading
This morning, apropos of nothing, my computer at work issued the following thinly veiled threat:
Cannot open file linux/tmp/…/include/curses.h
My first thought was “Why did you try?” I’m not sure what’s in that file (because it can’t be opened). I assumed it was a list of expletives that the operating system uses to understand what I’m yelling at it. But I’m beginning to think it’s something more insidious (“Your computer sees a plague of festering boils as a series of 1’s and 0’s…”)
I’m starting to look askance at that “Pandora” app on my phone…
A Labor of Like 