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Comment Re:Management structure and meritocracy (Score 1, Insightful) 193

what I read about their diversity and social impact team would certainly be enough to make me run, screaming

It's fundamentally driven by the desire of the VCs to establish a broader and ultimately cheaper labour pool, so they've hired themselves an SJJ (social justice jihadist)—white males not allowed to participate—to advance the backroom bigbucks cause of white-male sticker shock under the false flag of her own sincere yet progressive-at-any-cost value system.

Comment don't look down, coyote (Score 1) 298

At this point power consumption matters a heck of a lot more for ubiquity than pure performance gains.

I'm sure the fire-breathing dragster edition of current silicon technology (with a pin count to match) will continue to exist at an upscale price for those willing to pay for it.

That uncomfortable rush in your stomach? It's from clinging to yesterday.

Comment so self-inflicted it isn't funny (Score 3, Interesting) 48

The stupid thing is that C++ name mangling would already catch this problem at link time, and every modern C/C++ compiler already has code to support this, except that it's only activated for the much loved/unloved function overloading.

If GCC/clang in C mode generated mangled names into object files when compiling C programs (as purely informative records), the linker could diagnose this kind of problem as optional linkage errors—mighty darn useful, optional linkage errors.

This is a violation of the type system pure and simple, but one that doesn't compromise any specific compilation unit. That leaves the linker as the next line of defense, but like to keep our C linkers in dark boxes full of trust-me horse shit.

Comment Re:OT Re:legalism is a crap philosophy. (Score 1) 559

the energy of a collision

Yes, but the energy/time (power) goes up closer to the cube, because the delta_t smunch (for a head-on collision, or large solid object) also diminishes with impact velocity (though, like a memristor, you can work up counterexamples).

Like the modern-day paleolithic societies that can only count "one, two, many" it goes "linear, quadratic, exponential" in the vocabulary of most STEM fugitives.

Comment three suggestions (Score 1) 1822

Story title (large font):

CDC: 1 In 10 Adult Deaths In US Caused By Excessive Drinking

The little statistical nodule in my brain that filters credible claims instantly exploded at first glance. Went off to fetch the long-handled mop so I could clean the ceiling, and for that reason I didn't even notice the three half-cap prepositions (does that almost count as shouting?)

First line of story (smaller font):

According to new research from the CDC, 9.8% of deaths in working-age adults (22-64 years old) in the U.S. from 2006 to 2010 were "attributable to excessive drinking." [my emph.]

If you've read anything about the average person's powers of mental discernment, you would know the the patently absurd title does a lot of subconscious damage. It's too freaking late to correct this a sentence later.

Now a few dud stories will probably make it through the firehose no matter what, but we really need some kind of moderation on the stories themselves once posted so that they can be down-voted to "-5 patently absurd" such as this particular submission warranted.

Another thing I would like is to have the subject line character limit increased by another ten characters or so. I've had many perfect subject lines ruined by the current parsimonious limit—and it's always by less than ten characters.

Oh, yes, and the hot pink "cat got your tongue?" dunning should actually show the preview which I might perhaps be using to look over what I've just written to find out whether any subject matter materialized out of my verbal fog, or not.

Comment a bad case of the vbvbs (Score 1, Funny) 311

but the market share numbers are what they are


When words cease to mean what they were intended or traditionally understood to mean, people with working brains find a new lexicon. We have a name for language that continues to circulate at the hands of the disengaged: cliche.

If the minds of the disengaged have any taste (lazy though it be, to be sure) they stock their cliche pantry with Shakespearean cliche. What the hell is a "salad day" anyway? Doesn't matter. The Bard didn't become the Bard by coining phrases that later flip tits up and float to the top of the scum pond, there to rot in the hot afternoon sun.

"Market share" is a phrase created by bean counters, subtype "venal" and is in fact principally circulated by the venal beancounter's venal beancounter: advertising men.

For example, my household is probably numbed among the vbvb as a "cable cutter", this though I have not resided anywhere with a working cable service for nearly thirty years, and that was an entire four month term at university, before which my family used this contraption called an "antenna", the kind you could see from the other side of the valley. A large, rusty pipe wrench lived full time at the bottom of the pole, seeing as, weather permitting, we could sometimes pick up Bellingham, and thereby upgrade in a scandalous moment from The Beachcombers to The Love Boat. David Suzuki on The Nature of Things would soon wrench us back to our senses, such being the paucity of science coverage in those times, good bad or ugly (Suzuki being a uneven trail mix I tended to score as "all of the above").

By this point in my young life I had passed judgement on television as mode of knowing shit about anything, hence the my thirty years in the un-television wilderness (and counting).

Nevertheless, to a moral certainty, I am surely categorized as a "cable cutter" (hey, we didn't say when).

Yes, those fucking vbvbs. We all know the drill.

Microsoft 10's "market share" is a fresh, tender patty of the same basic construction, whose turbid run off is additionally clouded by the chocolate-flavoured Ex-Lax served up by Windows Update.

Secondly, there is a key point to understand about how vbvbs do basic arithmetic.

Those least able to shuffle off the mortal coil of an undesired Windows 10 upgrade are the most important people to count. Your value in this pendant statistic is inversely proportional to your capacity to successfully wipe your own ass. These people are everything you want in a community of unwitting Guinea pigs to beta test suspect patches you are withholding from enterprise (tetchy, uptight people who actually know the difference and who, like Gandalf, only lose their shit precisely when and where they mean to).

Which brings us to "caveat emptor", the original market creed, and durable cliche of the highest Imperial coinage.

Let's suppose in Roman times you buy a pig in a poke. You take it home, release it from the bag—no surprise to you, since you checked carefully, it really is a baby piglet of sound mind & body—and you feed it the many different kinds of root vegetables that were not yet regarded as fit for human consumption, until the bacon is practically hanging in folds from its oversized rump. Then one dark and rainy night, a woman next door with more than the socially acceptable number of facial warts and moles twitches her nose and your domestic pig metamorphs inside your dwelling into a 600-lb toadstool (one with no prominent swollen bulboe labelled "drink me" to reserve the spell).

I am a great deal more than pretty much certain—one does not bet upon the Roman character lightly—that to the Roman mind, this scenario goes a great deal past caveat emptor, and well into lynch mob territory.

A "market" is a human institution where the receiver of the goods makes a dangerous but informed decision and then lives with the consequences. Once the stressful act of consent is drained from the story (replaced by a bagged and flagging Red Queen's eternal vigilance of non-consent, but I digress) so too is the concept of "market" drained from the phrase "market share".

Funny how I've never heard the CDC use the phrase "market share" to describe the latest flu epidemic. So it does seem possible to name phenomena by their inherent nature, to cut the fat cable of cliche and keep it cut over the course of decades.

In that group of cable cutters, count me in.

Comment My 0.02 (Score 4, Informative) 59

I use OpenBSD both as a desktop and server operating system precisely because they will never bend to the likes of government. Cloud and software companies will gladly bend to the will of government. Say what you want about Theo de Raadt but the guy sticks to his principles like glue. After accusations of backdoors surfaced, the OpenBSD project did a comprehensive audit which revealed no secret backdoor and ended up correcting some bugs and other issues. I trust OpenBSD for all of my computing needs.

Comment Re:Well, here's the insight that Orwell missed. (Score 2) 59

Good thing the 0.01% are thinking ahead and managed to unanimously ratify a covert treaty spelling out precisely how to divvy up among themselves the spoils sprout.

Otherwise, the fertile soil could turn into dense, tangled jungle underbrush instead of trusting up a solitary Mallorn tree fruiting at its spire a great, flaming eagle, as this narrative assumes and requires.

Comment there's a new porn in town (Score 1) 250

I just saw "SJW" for the first time a couple of weeks ago, and already I'm seeing it everywhere.

As 1968 began to ebb into 1969, however, and as "anticlimax" began to become a real word in my lexicon, another term began to obtrude itself. People began to intone the words "The Personal Is Political". At the instant that I first heard this deadly expression, I knew as one does from the utterance of any sinister bullshit that it was — cliche is arguably forgiveable here — very bad news. From now on, it would be enough to a member of a sex or gender, or epidermal subdivision, or even erotic "preference", to qualify as a revolutionary. In order to begin a speech or ask a question from the floor, all that would be necessary by way of preface would be the words, "Speaking as a ..." Then could follow any self-loving description.

(I cribbed this passage from "The personal is political" — some thoughts from Christopher Hitchens).

Concerning "SJW", I can't say I've experienced an instantaneous revulsion of this magnitude for a long time. It's the Roundup Ready MRE of smug snivellers. Move over smut, there's a new porn in town.

Comment Re:What's the deal... (Score 1) 262

When's the last time you watched a Hockey, Basketball, or Football game (of either kind) without seeing a penalty? Those guys cheat constantly.

Penalties and cheating in the NHL have a small area of overlap.

Puck over glass is a penalty. No-one thinks of this as cheating. It's more like a fumble under the current rules.

Most obstruction penalties are simply accepted as the defensive measure of last resort.

Using an illegal stick is actual cheating. Maybe a player or two a year gets busted for his.

I personally consider diving or dropping your stick to draw a holding penalty when the opposing player barely touched it as 90% cheating.

The spectrum of offences concerning miscalibrated aggression levels are part of the sport. It simply couldn't be the same sport if this was handled differently.

So, no, they don't cheat constantly. Not even close.

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