I bought a case for my Meshtastic radio. It came with a couple of buttons and switches that reminded me that I’m only so-so at soldering. I still like how it came out, and everything works like it’s supposed to.
Happy Day of the Dude on this first day of Carpet Diem.
May you mark all strikes, no gutters.
We just finished “Shogun”, and it’s going to take me a day or two to decide what I think about that ending.
A Case for Turning Tulsa Into the Next Big Tech Hub | WIRED
Requirements OK will never meet:
- Better politics. Techies are largely for individual rights. The Midwest largely isn’t.
- Better worker protections. Great tech jobs aren’t usually in right to work states.
- Employees own their ideas. In CA, for example, you can launch your own startup while still working for someone else. In the places in the Midwest I’ve lived, your employer generally owns things you create while working for them.
If you don’t build those, they won’t come.
I bought a 50MB (yes, megs) HD from an acquaintance. It was freaking slow connected to my Amiga, like 20-30KB per second. It also made a horrible high-pitched whine.
Figuring I had nothing to lose, I turned it over and squirted some 3-in-1 oil on the motor spindle. The whine started increasing in pitch as it quietened, and slowly the HD benchmark program started creeping up toward a more reasonable 1MB/s or so. I didn’t use that drive afterward, and just copied the, ahem, public domain apps and games off it and then threw it away.
I have not before or since sped up a computer by oiling it.
Golden Gate Bridge as seen from the Presidio.
AWS WAF now uses /64s instead of /128s for IPv6 rate-limit bucketing. That’s a huge and welcome improvement!
June Bug, the new kitty, is mad at me for flinging her off the bed last night. By extension, so is my wife. But here’s how it went at 2AM:
Cat sees my ankle under the blanket, watches it, then pounces on it and bites it. I laugh and say stop that, kitty. I go back to sleep.
Cat sees my knee under the blanket, watches it, then pounces on it and bites it. I laugh and say stop that, kitty. I go back to sleep.
Cat sees my middle under the blanket, watches it, then pounces on it and 🐈🪽💨.
June Bug is starting to relax into her new home.
Girl Scout outside the grocery: Sir, would you like to buy some cookies?
Me: I’ll catch you on the way out.
Scout: We’re about to leave.
Me: OK, you talked me into it. My wife told me I’m not allowed to bring a bunch of these home, though.
Scout: What kind does she like? Get some of those and then she won’t mind!
And that’s how they got me.