Whatever irrelevant, faceless corporation that owned linux journal; how the fuck did you let the domain lapse? Jesus christ, you make me want to thread your head with a prolapse. Eat shit and die sooner rather than later.
"Dendrocnide moroides, also known as the stinging brush, mulberry-leaved stinger, gympie gympie, gympie, gympie stinger, stinger, the suicide plant, or moonlighter."
"Contact with the leaves or twigs causes the hollow, silica-tipped hairs to penetrate the skin. The hairs cause an extremely painful stinging sensation that could last from several hours to 1–2 days, recurring to a lessening degree for several months or more whenever the area is touched, exposed to water, or subjected to temperature change. The injured area becomes covered with small, red spots joining together to form a red, swollen welt. The hairs are also believed to be released to the air when the plant is cut or cleared in large areas. Workers without respiratory protection have reported sneezing, runny noses, mild nasal bleeding and throat irritation while cutting or clearing. The sting is famously agonizing. Ernie Rider, who was slapped in the face and torso with the foliage in 1963, said:"
"For two or three days the pain was almost unbearable; I couldn’t work or sleep, then it was pretty bad pain for another fortnight or so. The stinging persisted for two years and recurred every time I had a cold shower. ... There's nothing to rival it; it's ten times worse than anything else."
WHAT. IN. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK?! TWO YEARS?! HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE?
"is a plant common to rainforest areas in the north east of
Ah. Australia. Of course.
If you lift weights then you've got callouses. Every now and then said callouses tear off, you ought to treat this no different than a regular injury and back off. I didn't but meatheaded my way through a particular bad tear. When deadlifting a few days later the muscles below the callous tore; yes, I got a tear inside a tear. That's when I started taking it serious but since I was unwilling to completely stop lifting I had to find some way to prevent the injury from getting worse.
Gloves didn't really help since they moved under the weight of the barbell, since they were squished between the bar and my finger the tear got worse whenever they moved. After much experimentation I eventually settled on good old athletic tape (aka surgical tape). Wrapping my finger in that prevented it from bending when I closed my fist allowing the barbell to be held by my other fingers reducing the amount of pressure on the finger by quite a margin.
However, you must not simply wrap the tape 360 degress around your finger or you risk cutting off the blood supply to the tip. When you lift something heavy it will drastically increase the pressure in the tip making blood vessels pop. Instead wrap half of your finger, roughly 180 degrees around. Then apply a second strip over the part of the finger that isn't exposed. Thus creating a full 360 degree taping but allowing enough give.
I've included images of a recent taping of mine below, you can see that I still popped a blood vessel under my fingernail but I'll take that over the agony of going without tape any day of the week.
If someone asked me to give a single metric to decide whether a website was utter trash or not it would, without a doubt, be "does it ask to send you push notifications when you just randomly visit it?". I have nothing against the notion of sending notifications, many people appreciate them. Young people that is, namely the select crowd of people who stare at you blankly when you ask them why they don't just use an rss-reader instead of allowing intrusive pop-ups.
But are sites doing that? No, they pop up that infernal "will you let me constantly harass you with notifications?" when you randomly end up on a site from a google search. "No, you utter piece of trash, I wanted to read a recipe for peanutbutter cookies. Once I've read it I'll likely never return to your site again, so why the hell would I want to allow your server to spam my browser with notifications? Go fuck yourself." - The internet
There's a variety of ways to cure yourself from the digital equivalence of herpes that web "developers" want to infect you with but the most sure fire way is to simply disable notifications entirely. In firefox you simply go to the url about:config, search for "webnotifications" and you'll find the key dom.webnotifications.enabled. Switch that to false and you'll never get bothered ever again. For chrome you go to settings, advanced, "privacy and security", site settings, notifications then hit "block all".
After the second installment this game just feels fair. It's challenging but nothing is so obscure that you don't stand a chance, nor do you (with a single notable exception) risk locking yourself out from completing the game by missing some minute detail.
This has always been and will always be my favorite installment of LSL. I remember reading and re-reading the feelies over and over again. Not only did the brochure that came with the game give you surprisingly many games, and serve as the copy protection, it was also funny. One of the few things I truly miss with digital delivery of games.
In retro-spect I realize that I was probably yearning for living on a tropical island. I would re-play LSL3, the island section of monkey island 1 and many other adventure games. At the time I never reflected on it much but it's painfully clear at this point. Sometimes I wonder if my current dreams of not being tied down to a single place but carrying my life with me in a couple of bags and a pair of laptops originates from this very game. In a large part, mostly due to misfortune, that is what Larry Laffer does.
Anyway, outstanding game and you're depriving yourself of a singular experience if you don't take the time to play it. Thank you herr Lowe.
No, this isn't a post about how evil amazon is squeezing the lifeblood from smaller vendors. Nor is it a post about how amazon is saving smaller vendors from being crushed by much larger domestic competition. In fact, it's not about amazon at all. That was just a clickbait title.
I've been accumulating data since I was five. That’s 33 years of hoarding. Sure, I’m quite good about trimming it down and every time I do a major revision several tens of gigabytes get shaved off. But my hoard is increasing quicker than I can reduce it in each iteration. All securely and reliably backed up in redundant raids with regular bitrot checks.
Being my paranoid self I’ve been doing off-site backups for decades. At first it was tapes stored at work or my parents’ place. Then it was cds and dvds in the worst incremental system you could ever imagine. Restoring an archive that was heavily modified would require juggling dozens of discs. Eventually I moved to “cloud” backups before the word cloud had ever been uttered in conjunction with technology.
For some reason I’ve mostly avoided amazon’s infrastructure. But when I decided to leave my old provider no alternatives truly made sense. So I whipped together a system that would archive directories, gnupg encrypt them and then sync to amazon’s glacial storage. Upon doing this I realized that my digital hoard isn’t precious memories. It isn’t a treasure trove of nostalgic source code and family pictures. It’s a chain around my neck that will slowly choke me until the day that I die.
My paranoia about losing even a single photo of my father became extreme when he passed 8 years ago. I’ve got my entire archive of let’s play videos, even the raw video capture in some cases. If you can imagine it then I’ve got a copy of it. Terrabytes of data that I will never have a use for. I might like to browse through it at times but it will never benefit me in any way. Yet I know I will keep lugging it along until the day that I die, whereupon my credit card will fail and amazon will delete it. Is this just an emotional, financial and honorific tithe?
I hope amazon crashes and burns so I’ll lose all my data. So I can be free.
Finally managed to drag myself through the second LSL game. Didn't like it anymore this time around. Apparently sierra received quite a lot of complaints about the adult nature of the first game so the second installment became more about the adventure than our protagonists life goals. It didn't work.
Every single scene felt like it intentionally did everything it could to frustrate and delay you. Not uncommon for adventure games of this era (and earlier) of course since it was the main way of padding gameplay. But I distinctly remember progressing from area to area, only to constantly get stuck and be forced to replay from the start since I just didn't know what item I had missed. It was shite game mechanics then and it's shite game mechanics today.
That said it's a very impressive evolution of the series itself, both narratively and conceptually. Plus, it laid the groundwork for my favorite installment, Polyester Patti.. ahem, I mean passionate Patti.