Moved from the USA over 25 years ago. Never moving back, though I visit. I sum it up like this: “Canada: better than the States—and no better than that.”

We sadly keep using the wrong yardstick. Or metre. I do like that we have metric.

1. Granville Island should be car-free, full stop;
2. I actually don’t find that specific crossing very bad;
3. This is still funny as hell.

I get the frustration, but AI has shown again and again that it repeats and magnifies human biases rather than blunting them. Non-AI algorithms designed by humans tend to make things worse even than that, like California’s “three strikes” law.

Genocide. Genocide. The fucking word is genocide. Fine reporting I guess but if the publication is going to directly allude to camps, they might as well use the goddamn correct term.

I’m hard pressed to imagine a worse suicide method. Huge potential for harm to others, permanent disfigurement and lifelong pain, and unlikely to succeed. I guess that’s the joke, but, damn

For directories, it’s permission to cd into it. Read is whether you can list files, and write is remove, rename, or create new files. Don’t ask questions about the secret sticky bit

Landlords these days just don’t want to work anymore

How does anyone have the impression that the UAE is anything other than incredibly corrupt and fucking medieval?

Text of the story for people with non-superhuman vision:

'It was about the third season. They finished my makeup around 7. I was going over to Stage 16 where we shot the cave scenes. I walked down the long alley between the stages. As I turned the corner I could see way up the other end of the alley another person walking towards me. It was just sunrise. We got closer and closer. Were about 10 feet from each other, and I realized it's Robin Williams, who was on the lot doing The Birdcage. He sees me and goes, 'Oh my God, Mr Neelix!' Then he does this whole routine about what it's like to be a chef in outer space. The eggs are floating, the pancakes are getting too big!' a Robin Williams shtick. I had a private performance for like a minute and it was really funny. Then he came up, gave me a big hug and said, 'I love your character, sir.’ Such a sweet, sweet man, I'll never forget that.

Edsby apologized to any student who “feels outed”.

Fuck you, Edsby.

I see good trigger discipline, I upvote.

“After this brutal belittling, gaslighting, and sexual harassment, you’re gonna have a lot of baggage. And the best way to carry it? The LTT backpack!”