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jtr-taonaw · 7 days ago

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Adjusting my org-mode workflow

One of the things that affects my workflow at work and Emacs recently is the source of my tasks and projects.

In the past, I worked almost exclusively with our ticketing system. My capture templates in org-mode contained properties for ticket numbers and user IDs to identify the users. Each task in org-mode I created this way included a scheduled date for that day, which I would move around later, depending on urgency.

This all went away when I moved to a more managerial position about a year ago, but it took me some time to realize that. My new position means that roughly 80% of my projects come from Emails while the rest come from meetings. I almost never have a ticket assigned to me directly, unless it has to do with my old position as a tech writer, which I still do now and then1.

Habits die hard, and I was trying to fit email chains and meeting notes into my task templates in org-mode with limited success. For example, I was struggling to figure out what properties I need, since emails don’t really point a user with a problem, but often describe a situation that requires a solution.

Meanwhile, I was swapped away by Journelly (and for a good reason) and started to use it in meeting notes, but realized that I tend to keep these notes in a certain manner that would fit nicely into a capture template. These notes, which consisted mostly of bullet points and questions, did not fit well visually with the rest of the journal. More so, since I often write down things to do in meetings, I needed an indicator to flag those meetings later, when I need to go through the notes and re-write those as tasks2. This quickly became cumbersome.

For my meetings then, I created this simple template (for more structured templates, I use org files rather than writing them directly into my settings):

* MEETING %? %^T *Discussion*: - *To Ask*: - *To Do:* - [ ]

I write the points in the meetings as people discuss them. As I listen, I come up with questions/comments which go below (I tend to write the answers as nested items below the questions with a “+” rather than a “-” to indicate an answer). The To Do part is newer, usually containing large items (projects) that need to be broken down further into dedicated tasks. This is still a work in progress.

As for emails, I still don’t have something solid. I mostly rely on my existing project template, but it doesn’t fit as nicely as the meeting template above.

Emails in Outlook are usually a mess of “conversations” by the time I get to read them. I then need to spend time on reading and understanding what’s going on, which is often an issue in itself, as people require urgent answers for complicated matters (Emacs is amazing, but I don’t think it can help me with that). I was looking into a way to identify emails by their email ID and use these as properties, but this is something that can only be done on the back end, which I don’t have access to. I probably need to spend more time with Outlook and its filters, and that’s a mess in itself, as Microsoft tends to change options and controls across its different versions. If anyone reading this has any advice, I’m all ears.

Ideally, Emacs projects stemming from emails should contain the email subject or another identifier (ideally in the header itself), then the people involved (the askers and the doers), location, and then resulting ticket numbers for the tasks created - but this is all flexible.

Footnotes

1 : interestingly, my experience writing technical documents is helpful when I need to delegate work or explain a workflows in meetings - and org-mode is one of the best place I ever had to write such documents because it is an outline tool that breaks processes to steps by default.

2 : For about a week, I used Journelly’s tagging system to tag certain notes as meetings, which helped me realize how ridiculous this was. Journelly is a place for me to see pictures of people I spent time with or capture ideas when I get a chance to stop and think a little, often by dictation. Meetings are nothing like these things, and they shouldn’t. It’s easy for me to write now, clear as day, but a few weeks ago I didn’t know.

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hydralisk98 · 7 months ago

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Splitting up the Haze gang? '(thread mainline 16^12, article 0x2A)

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FOLLOW-UP TO:

So as I get myself stuck on repeat onto the, I decided to review and revise up my documentation for the 16^12 Angora setting in a smaller, tighter & lighter manner.

Starting off with a Extended Zodiac + MegaOCEAN custom library of deeds, factions & character "agents":

Deeds (as verbs?)

Talk / Chat

Whisper

Shout

Store

Read

Write

Inscribe

Logoff

Silence

Record

Play-back

Fast-forward

Rewind

Pause

Stop

Skip

Hard Link

Soft Link

History

Send

Attach

Detach

Sway

North

South

West

East

Down

Left

Right

Forth

Back

Calm

Shoot (distance)

Slay (melee)

Cast (spell? or generic?)

Take

Drop

Leave

Enter

Move

Look

Transform

Transmute

Note

Warp

Program

Use

Call

Diagnose

Examine

Describe

Inventory

Brief

Restore

Save

Wait / Pass

View

Observe

Render

Globe

Compile

Bake

Find

Seek

Become

Create

See

Pathfinder

Identify

Duplicate

Perceive

Write Add

Write Append

Command

Lead

Rule

Own

Execute

Process

Query

Ask

Question

Interrogate

Suggest

Board Overview

Overview

Area

Chunk

Block

Solidify

Item (object)

Transparent

List

Datetime

Solar

Night

Sunrise/Dusk

Moon

Donate

Give

Transfer

Cut

Copy

Paste

Root

Parent

Child

Sibling

Cousin

Tree

Browse

Navigate

Imagine

Broadcast

Send

Receive

Factions

Pflaumen Cooperative (DEC + Pacific Cyber Metrix)

Utalics Group (Symbolics, KEE, LISP expert systems and later android clades)

GLOSS Foundation (FSF, Emacs, GNU Hurd & misc GNU Savannah projects...)

EBM (IBM, Lotus, Meta, KDE E.V.)

Bel-Arc (Acorn, HP, Fischertechnik, Google, Wolfram, Yahoo)

Powerhouse (Power-Samas, Amazon, Lucid Co...)

Lys Initiative (Bull, R2E, Mistral...)

Macroware (Microsoft, Apple, Figma...)

Tutorix Macrotronics (Xerox, OpenXanadu, PLATO, Teenage Engineering, LittleBits, Ikea...)

Luanti Piconetics (Sun Microsystems)

International Electronics Limited (ICL, NEC, Compaq?)

Vanguard Toymakers (SEGA, Atari, Commodore...)

Magna Charter (Magnavox Odyssey, Fairchild, Philips, General Electric...)

Unionist Party (political conglomerate)

Republicans Caucus (likewise to Charles Hugues' )

Liberty Caucus (Perot Libertarians-flavored?)

Democrats Caucus (likewise to John Fitzgerald Kennedy's)

Progress Coalition

Harmonious Society

Greens / Geocentrists (georgism-lite flavor)

Syndicalists Chamber (less radical and even lesser towards pure anarchy than OTL)

Ancestries / Civilizations

Shoshones

Poland

Morocco

Mayas

Incas

Assyria

Brazil

Carthage

Vietnam

Aremorica

Inuit

Samoa

Babylon

Portugal

Austria

Sweden

Angola

Cree

Dene

Burgundy

Scotland

Minoans

Korea

Persia / Iran

Mycenae

Georgia

Hittites

Nubia

Songhay

Coast Salish

Hurons

Croatia

Basques

Brittany

Netherlands

Byzantium

Ottomans

Aragon / Catalonia

Slovakia

Moravia

Czechia

Sampi

Blackfoot

Character agents

Olive -> Kate Kér (human self insertee ´MTF´ progressive geocenter historian & data scientist)

Ava Booksword (blonde synthetic ENFP syndicalist manufactured in 2000 social worker personal assistant to Kate)

Shoshona (fem black Agora housecat)

Nil Blackhand (blank slate reality shifting POV insertee)

Tano Noir (harmony lead of Progressives in the Shoshoni senate)

Tulliann Éléano (progressive-affiliated diplomat of the Shoshones, federalist & Shoshone "Turtle Islander" native)

Milan Tulip (Rival woman ENTP debater and "last survivor" of the Unionist party)

Lou D'Oïl (Burgundian-Aremorican prime minister ruler of Occitans)

Vala Maynard (female general secretary of the Mayas)

Pana Ninsun-Vega (Assyrian diplomat woman of the ex-Nisian Combine sphere of influence)

Ullis Eike (austrian lead)

Elki Silla (vietnamese young adult woman heir to the golden throne of Vietnam & Sinhala)

Adwa (angolan woman)

Sophia Saller (Naples italian woman)

Valenz ? (Carthaginian prime minister)

Constans ? (Incas' ruler)

Kilaun (Inuit elderly woman)

Mû Shun (current vietnamese emperor)

Maskunn (Shoshone Pohakantenna mythos)

(Commoner) "Blackbear" familial heritage domain

Nil, Milan, Lima, Nyssa, Apia...

Carter, Pana, Keno -> Keri (non-binary), Rudy (WW2 Aremorican guerilla soldier and motorized band enthusiast)... Martino (Samoan war instrument / mech / golem out of guerilla warfare?)

Tekla, Magali, Talon, Abra (community robot printing press)

Falah, Pascha, Sina (medical caretaker droid)

Deno, Wyatt, Théa (neuromancy hackergirl)

Ulrique, Deer, Pyros (bionics-tier)

Haze, Vera & Kelly (programmable matter-tier lesbian duo)

Seraphi Nao (Globalist Rogue Servitor nucleus?)

Then there are various components I shall incorporate into my narrative modules...

Unique Selling Points (as by this world's setting guide)

Road to Rogue Servitors trope with modular individualism. Including so much historical background and benevolence lore;

No Wilsonian administration 1901-1925 (Progressives) with Unionists uniting later on (Republicans + Democrats & Liberty Consortium);

Syndicalist and Hamrony ideologies development & spread (cooperatives, syndicates, communes...);

Women in LISP prorgramming circles still leading the tech industry ever since the 70s (social revolution empowerment journey, and also majority of electric cars since the \*\*10s);

Utchewn, the numic constructed auxiliary language of the Shoshone Civ and other Civ-based linguistic alterations;

Contemporary reforms of Turtle Islanders' native religions like Pohakantenna, Tzol'kin, Intiism, et cetera;

Inspos

Stellaris (individualist modular machines + "Rogue Servitor" tropes)

Civilization 5 Complete Edition (modified by Maskoch modpack?)

Exapunks (& Zachtronics "Zachlike" genre)

Wolfenstein The New Order

Alien Isolation

0x10c

The Matrix (first three movies, period)

Terminator (movies franchise)

Her (movie)

Brave New World (book from Aldous Huxley)

The Alchemist (book)

X-Men (pre-merger movies)

Venera Program (soviet Venus probes journey)

Stylistic devices & Utchewn expressions

Atoms of Virtue

Ocean of Clades

Red Tides of Change

Black Sun of Torment

In-Scribe your Wish

Out-Scribe your partners

Tarot Deques

Loosen your Symbolics (shorten your argument)

Harden that synergy (lengthen your argument)

Workers of the World, Unite! (syndicalist call of action)

In the sunsways... (beauty is everywhere, touch grass)

Dump Your Song (tell us your story / data)

Show us the Leaves (what do you mean specifically?)

Root of the Pine (God / existential head parent of all)

Mixtress of the Heavens, (we don`t understand as it is too abstract, come back to the ground)

Rewind the tape (what were you saying before?)

Don't fasten the quake (let it go at its natural pace, it will arrive in due time)

Quake it strong (go ahead fast and well, as change is good and necessary)

Go pass the scroll (skip forth, we already understand that part)

Where is the wire (I am lost, what was your topic?)

Blackhand of History

Dusk of Time

GLOSS philosophy

Libreware

Harmonious Society / World

Geosyndicalism

Fediverse Odysee

Timeshare your energy (we are listening, go distribute your worries with us)

Neuwe the Liberty Charter (step up your game and be more helpful)

Speaking of narrative modules, here they are in the form of...

Intrigues

IntrigueThread1 (Kate & Ava queer journey together)

IntrigueThread2 (Shoshone domestic politics)

IntrigueThread3 (Angora's diplomacy & global affairs)

IntrigueThread4 (Tekla, Rudy and the smarter instruments' journey to sapience & fuller autonomy)

IntrigueThread5 (Dusk of Time time travel esoteric arc of empowerment and insightful motivationals)

#16^12 #maskoch #maskutchew

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river-official · 6 months ago

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NixOS (using lix though)

Firefox that has been heavily customized with addons and css

Spotify (wanna switch feishin or similar, but getting music downloaded is hard at times)

Jellyfin

Emacs primarily but sometimes neovim, and overleaf if working with someone else / lazy

Same as above - overleaf

Android

Firefox

The lounge for irc, discord (sadly), kotatogram for telegram, and signal

Same as above but nekogram instead of kotatogram, and sms ofc

Doki Doki Mono

Google maps (T-T)

Notally on phone, and org mode on pc

Calibre-web and emacs pdf mode

Don't understand the question

Gimp/krita

Proton mail and thunderbird

Freshrss

Nextcloud

Emacs buffers ;p

No?

Github and selfhosted gitea

Cabal and GHC

Sofie

Grimshot (Added some pics of parts of my setup by using it)

i know you nerds have lots of opinions on this

what software do you use ask game

base distro

browsing on desktop

listening to music

watching video files (or streaming video ig)

text editing

code editing

mobile OS

mobile browser

chatting on desktop

chatting on mobile

custom system font

IRL navigation

notes and/or to-do

ebook/pdf reading

bonus option for hobbies

image editing

rss

file sync/sharing

terminal muxer

home automation

git hosting (or svc if ur a boomer lol)

any miscellaneous tool you can't live without

unrelated to the other questions what's the name of the plushie that's nearest to you rn

screenshots

#river-official #nixos #haskell #linuxblr #linux #emacs

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douchebagbrainwaves · 9 months ago

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SUBJECT: VIAWEB, STUPID

Classic macros are a real hacker's language will always have a slightly raffish character. In OO languages, you can, give the best advice you can based on your experience, and then advertised this as a Lisp interpreter in the less powerful language. There's not a single yes or no answer to that question. If they want to be able to optimize for both simultaneously. Not surprisingly, Gosling is right. I can imagine scenarios in which one could charge for smells. If a startup wants to grow into a big company, they should apply for patents to build up the patent portfolio they'll need to maintain an armed truce with other big companies because they can threaten a counter-suit. Things that used to be the scripting language of a popular system. But often memory will be the limiting factor, and execution speed will be the most valuable thing they've discovered.

If a company considers itself to be in the software business. As well as failing to chase down funding, and users, and sources of new ideas. You don't do that if you can still reach the ball, even if most of the Lisp programming done today is done in Emacs Lisp or AutoLisp. A position on the ladder. Newspapers and magazines are just as screwed, but they can also deter you from improving it. You need more control of a scarce resource, but by then it was too late. Let's start by acknowledging one external factor that does affect the popularity of programming languages is not as great as it's sometimes thought to be.

Are patents evil? The syntax of the language. Here is what McCarthy said about it later in an interview: Steve Russell said, look, why don't I program this eval. In most startups, is as an element of subjection. Google's don't be evil policy may for this reason justified in raising your valuation for later investors. Was there some kind of inverse relation between resourcefulness and being hard to talk to was not what was killing the unsuccessful startups. If you take the trouble to attack them from an oblique angle, they'll meet you half-way and maneuver to keep you in their blind spot. But a hacker can learn quickly enough that car means the first element of a list. And so they do encourage innovation indirectly, in that they give more power to startups, which is that it makes your life a lot simpler. McCarthy said about it later in an interview: Steve Russell said, look, why don't I program this eval. They treat iPhone apps the way they generate any other kind of code. You don't get a patent for nothing.

Wisdom is universal, and intelligence idiosyncratic. This caught my attention because earlier we'd noticed a pattern in the least successful startups we'd funded: they all seemed hard to talk to. Then it's mechanical; phew. Garbage-collection. I think the effect of subroutines when the ui is just a series of web pages. The economy of medieval Europe was divided up into little tribes, each jealously guarding their privileges and secrets. One thing I do feel pretty certain of is that if you're against software patents, and as a result of arbitrary decisions from higher up. For example, the wisdom of the engineer who knows certain structures are less prone to failure than others. And those are the users you need to hire, after all? So this alternative device probably couldn't win on general appeal. When people come to you with a problem and you have to do is give the right sort of founder a one line intro to a VC, and he'll chase down the money. But that's not the route to intelligence.

Thanks to Sam Altman, Garry Tan, and Jessica Livingston for sparking my interest in this topic.

#automatically generated text #Markov chains #Paul Graham #Python #Patrick Mooney #syntax #McCarthy #pattern #element #kind #list #yes #Sam

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clichechronicles · 9 months ago

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And the question is why , why do only women have to adjust?

It's high timenow to realize that apart from household chores women can do wonders.

And the only goal in women's life is not to get married they have their own dreames.

It's really irasible to think that even in 21st century people don't acknowledge the hard work that a women do. Society has a taunt for everything they do; if a woman cooks (if she can't cook then according social rules and norms she isn't an ideal women) then she will be labeled as someone who is born to cook like she has no other interest for anything and if a woman goes to shopping society often say that her emacity is turning into being an oniomaniac. And talking about the men of our society they are busy in self aggrendisment. There is a dearth of men often who actually supports women others are just being ostentious. They never really think for a second to call a women deprave when they successfully cross the hindrance created by the society. But they never appreciate the altruistic behavior of a women. They creat an inextricably situation for women. They think women are meek but they are only quite so that they can keep the family intact. Even when they are under the weather they are supposed to work otherwise they will be labeled as couch potato. A woman has so many hats to wear she is supposed to complete even the daunting task on time. They have to take care of the kids which is by the way the duty of both the parents but mostly women are blamestromed if the kid is contacious. And then people ask why do women often remain melancholic? Even after the Insolent behavior done with them they're supposed to evade them and be jubilant. Whereas so called men remain insouciant even during quagmire because they know whom to blame. Even now a days domestic violence is getting normalised like we saw in the movie thappad , yes it was just a slap but he can’t do that , he has no right to do that

Is this the equality we are demanding for? Is this the respect we are dying for ? The answer is No, not for all the tea in china. These kind of behavior takes a toll on women's mental health. Even today there are ultracrepidarian who pontificates about how a woman becomes a woman.

Even the kids when they see their father disrespecting their mother they also start doing that.

I just wanna say being a women is not an easy job , walk a mile in there shoes and then you will realize how difficult it is. This society dots the i's and cross the t’s of each and every action of a woman. Even when they feel drowsy they cook the meal and then the next morning they woke up with sun and do all the chores! Don’t you think that this needs appreciation. Stop calling them housewives call them a working women or a homemaker because a woman is one of the most important pillars which makes a home a "HOME” Because they are working all day long in order to provide everything that their family wants.

#breakingthestereotypes society change

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cerezzzita · 3 years ago

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— aesthetic words to fill up your vocabulary ♡

✦ if you're tired of using the same repetitive words to describe feelings or actions on your writing, here are some aesthetic words that are not frequently used to help you evolve your vocabulary better and also maybe help you with creative titles <3

ABENDROT: the color of the sky while the sun is setting.

ABIENCE: the strong urge to avoid someone or something.

ACHROOUS: colourless.

AEQUOREAL: marine, oceanic.

AESTHETE: someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature.

ALIFEROUS: having wings.

AMITY: warmth and heartfelt friendliness in a friendship; mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship.

AMORIST: someone who is in love; someone who writes about love.

AMBROSIAL: fragrant, delicious.

ANTHOMANIA: great love for flowers.

AQUAPHILE: someone who is an enthusiast of all things related to the water.

ARENOCOLOUS: living or burrowing in sand.

ASPERSE: change falsely or with malicious intent; attack the good name and reputation of someone.

ASTERISM: agroup of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars.

ATTAR: essential oil or perfume obtained from flowers.

AUREATE: golden or gilded; brilliant, splendid.

AURICOMUS: with golden or yellow colored foliage.

AVIOTHIC: the strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.

BALTER: to dance artlessly, without particular grace and/or skill but usually with enjoyment.

BATHIC: pertaining to depths, especially of sea.

BELAMOUR: the one who is loved; a beloved person.

BELLICOSTIC: aggressive, belligerent, warlike.

BENEFICENCE: the quality of being kind or helpful or generous.

BERCEUSE: a quiet song intended to lull a child to sleep.

BLÁFAR: indicating the freshness and beauties of youth or health; attractive and possessing charm.

BRONTIDE: the low rumble of a distant thunder.

BURBLE: to speak in an excited manner.

CAELITIS: the divinities who dwell within the celestial planes.

CATHARSIS: the release of emotional tension, especially through kinds of art or music.

CELERITOUS: swift, speedy, fast.

CERAUNOPHILIA: loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.

CHEVELURE: the nebulous tail of a comet.

CINGULOMANIA: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms.

COCCINEOUS: bright red; scarlet.

COCKAIGNE: an imaginary land of luxury and idleness.

CONSTELLATE: to eluster; to compel by stellar influence.

COSMOGYRAL: whirling around the universe.

CORDOLIUM: heartache; heartfelt sorrow.

CORUSCATE: to reflect brillantly, to sparkle.

CRAMOISY: of a crimson color.

CREATURELY: a person who is controlled by others and is used to perform unpleasant or dishonest tasks for someone else.

CRYSTALLOMANIA: an obsession with crystals and other crystalline objects.

CHRYSALISM: the amnotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

CLINQUANT: glittering with gold and silver.

CLYSMIC: cleaning, washing.

CUPIDITY: greed for money or possessions.

CYANEOUS: a sky-blue color.

CYNOSURE: guiding star; a object of common interest.

DARKLING: of or related to darkness.

DÉCLASSÉ: having fallen in social status.

DEIFORM: god-like or divine in nature.

DEMERSAL: that lives near the bottom or a body of water.

DESIDERIUM: an ardent longing, as for something lost.

DISPITEOUS: cruel and without mercy.

DOUX: sweet, soft, mild, gentle.

DRACONTINE: belonging to a dragon.

DYSANIA: the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning.

ECCEDENTESIAST: someone who fakes a smile.

EFFLORESCENCE: a period or state of blooming, blossoming.

ELEGY: a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.

ELEUTHEROPHILIST: someone who advocates free love.

ELYSIAN: beautiful or creative, divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

EMACITY: desire or fondness for buying things.

EMPYREAL: pertaining to the sky; celestial.

EPHIALTES: a nightmare; the demon Incubus that supposedly causes a nightmare.

EPICARICACY: the joy that results from others misfortune.

EREMOPHOBIA: the deep fear of stillness, solitude, or deserted places.

ETHEREAL: extremely delicate, light, not of this world.

EUMOIRIETY: happiness due to state of innocence and purity.

FLORENTIS: abounding in flowers; being in bloom and adorned with plentiful flowers.

FREICEADAN: guard, garrison, watch, sentinal.

FULMINATE: cause to explode violently and with loud noise.

FURCIFEROUS: brat; rascally, scandalous.

GLOAMING: twilight, dusk.

GRAME: anger, wrath, scorn; sorrow, grief, misery.

HALCYON: calm and peaceful; happy, prosperous.

HELLION: a rowdy or mischievous person.

HELIOPHILIA: desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight.

HEAVENIZE: to render like heaven or fit for heaven, to purify and make a holy place or a person.

HENOTIC: promoting harmony or peace.

HIRAETH: a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.

HOLILY: belonging to or derived from or associated with a divine power.

HYPNAGOGIC: the state immediately before falling asleep.

IGNICOLIST: a worshiper of fire.

ILLECEBROUS: attractive and alluring.

IMPLUVIOUS: soaked with rain.

INCANDESCENCE: light produced by high temperatures.

INCALESCENCE: the property of being warming.

INCENDIARY: designed for the purpose of causing a fire, likely to cause anger or violence.

INEFFABLE: too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.

INSOUCIANT: free from worry, concern or anxiety.

IRENIC: aiming or aimed at peace, promoting peace.

IRIDESCENT: producing a display of rainbow-like colors.

INVIDIARE: to envy.

ISOLOPHILIA: a strong preference and affection for solitude.

KALOPSIA: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

KALON: beauty that is more than skin deep.

LACONIC: expressing much in a few words.

LACUNA: a blank space; a missing part.

LATIBULE: a hiding place, a place of safety and comfort.

LAMBENT: to glow or flicker softly. Luminous, light or brilliant.

LIMERENCE: the state of being infatuated with another person.

LONGANIMITY: still suffering while planning revenge.

LOUCHE: disreputable; morally dubious.

LUCELENCE: the state of being fine and beautiful; shining, brilliant.

LUCIFORM: resembling light in appearance; having, in some respects; the nature of qualities of light.

LUMINESCENCE: light produced by chemical, electrical or physiological means.

MALTALENT: the negative emotions of wanting injury or harm to befall someone; a hostile behavior or attitude towards someone considered an enemy.

MARMORIS: the shining surface of the ocean.

MAZARINE: a dark blue color; rich blue or reddish-blue color.

MELIORISM: the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world.

MÉLOMANIE: an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody.

MERCURIAL: subject to sudden or unpredictable changes.

MESMERIC: appealing; drawing attention.

MORDACIOUS: biting or given to biting; biting or sharp in manner; caustic; capable of wounding.

MORPHEAN: of or relating to Morpheus, to dreams, or to sleep.

MOXIE: courage, nerve, determination.

NEBULOCHAOTIC: a state of being hazy and confused.

NEFARIOUS: wicked, villainous, despicable.

NEMESISM: frustration, anger or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living.

NERITIC: pertaining to shallow coastal waters.

NOETIC: of or associated with or requiring the use of mind.

NOIRCEUR: the state of being pitch black in color; a state of lacking illumination.

NUBIVAGANT: wandering in the air, moving through the air.

NUMINOUS: spiritual or supernatural; surpassing comprehension or understanding; mysterious.

ONEIRODYNIA: restless, disturbed sleep, characterized by nightmares and sleepwalking.

OPHIOMORMOUS: snake-like.

ORPHIC: mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding.

PAVONINE: characteristic of a peacock; resembling the tail of a peacock; as in colors; iridescent.

PETRICHOR: the scent of rain on dry earth.

POIESIS: creation; creative power or ability.

PORPHYROUS: purple; of purple hue.

PLAXONDRY: the mix of introspective nostalgia, sadness, and calmness felt when listening vaporwave and its related genres.

PRATE: to talk excessively and pointlessly.

PROCELLOUS: tempestuous, stormy.

QUIDDITY: the essence of something.

QUIXOTIC: extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical or impracticable.

RANTIPOLE: a wild, reckless young person; to be wild and reckless.

REDAMANCY: the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

REDOLENT: having a strong distinctive fragrance; serving to bring to mind.

REMEANT: coming back, returning.

RESPLENDENT: having brilliant or glowing appearance; dazzling and impressive in appearance through being richly colorful or sumptuous.

REVERIE: a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

RODOMEL: juice of roses mixed with honey.

ROSEATE: rose-like; overly optimistic.

RUTILANT: glowing or glittering with red or gold light.

SANGUINEOUS: accompanied by bloodshed.

SASHAY: to strut or move about in an ostentatious or conspicuous manner.

SELCOUTH: unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous

SCIAMACHY: a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow.

SEQUACIOUS: lacking independence of originality of thought.

SERAPHIC: beautiful and pure; having a sweet nature befitting an angel or a cherub; of or relating to an angel of the first order.

SERENDIPITY: finding something good without looking for it.

SKINT: having little or no money avaliable.

SOLIVAGANT: someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.

SOMNIATE: to dream, to make sleepy.

SORTIGER: delivering prophecies of the future; having the qualities of being oracular.

STELLIFEROUS: having or abonding with stars.

STELLIFY: to transform from an earthly body into a celestial body; to place in the sky as such.

SUCCIDUOUS: ready to fall, falling.

SPUME: a white mass of bubbles or froth on the top of a wave.

SYNODIC: relating to or involving the conjunction of stars, planets or other celestial objects.

TARANTISM: the uncontrollable urge to dance.

TEMENOS: a sacred circle where no one can be oneself without fear.

THANATOPHOBIA: fear of death.

TYYNEYS: the state of peacefulness; absent of worry or fear, being composed and at ease.

ULTRAMARINE: beyond the sea; greenish-blue color.

VELLEITY: a wish or inclination not strong enough to lead to action.

VENERATION: a profound emotion inspired by a deity.

VESPERTINE: in or of the evening; setting at the same time as, or just after, the sun.

VERDANT: with plants and flowers in abundance.

VERMEIL: a liquid composition applied to a gilded surface to give luster to the gold.

VERTICORDIOUS: to turn the heart from evil.

VIOLESCENT: tending toward violet color.

VORFREUDE: the joyful anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

WANDERLUST: a strong desire to travel and explore the world.

WHIST: to hush or silence; to still, to become still.

#writing prompts #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing prompt list #writing help #writing tips #creative writing #aesthetic words #dictionary #synonyms list #writing list #writing study #writing on tumblr #aesthetic words list #synonyms #helpful writing

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serinemisc · 2 years ago

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I'm the person screenshotted, and I actually already have Esc and Caps Lock swapped. Even outside of vim, Esc is a very useful key for closing things or quitting things and does not deserve to be way out in the corner.

It's still intensely frustrating to be in some weird state because I used "git commit" and just started typing because I was expecting the default to be nano (or if I've configured it, emacs or vscode). I keep hoping none of those keys I pressed made any permanent changes. And then I press Q because that quits less and htop so it's my first reflex when I'm in a terminal and not typing into anything, and then it starts recording a macro, then I'm in a very bad mental state for remembering how to get back into command mode so I can type "shift ; q enter", which of course doesn't work because I pressed a bunch of random keys earlier which did a bunch of weird things, so I have to go back and type "shift ; q shift 1 enter".

So sure, "esc shift ; q shift 1 enter" does in fact always work (unless one of the commands I executed while thinking I was writing text into a text editor managed to, like, modify and then save the modified file or something, or permanently change a setting), but I don't think like that; I've very intentionally trained myself not to force quit unless I'm thinking very hard about whether or not I want to discard unsaved data, and that's not a mental state I'm in when I'm panicking because the editor randomly tells me that I just did fifty things I didn't intend to be doing, and exactly which fifty things are already offscreen by the time I notice.

In conclusion, fuck anyone who makes a modal editor defaulting to command mode the default $EDITOR.

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heart-wit-strength · 3 years ago

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More Aladdin AU marcanne because I'm mentally ill <3

Where Marcy runs away from the castle disguised as a commoner and meets Anne

Taglist: @reyraccoon @hey-its-puddlesock @solar-speaks @yourpersonaltimebomb @darcysd20 @cynthiacoven if you wanna be added or removed, feel free to ask <3

Marcy's eyes widened with curiosity, an enthusiastic grin on her face, as she wandered down the Bazaar, dressed in a cloak, the large hood covering her head. Attractive, colorful shops filled with all kinds of wares. She wanted to stop at every shop and look at everything. But Marcy knew she didn't have that much time, it wasn't gonna be long until Andrias found out that she wasn't in the castle. It was probably better she took Joe Sparrow and returned before things got messy, but her heart desired to stay and explore.

Mind wandering, she failed to notice a rock her foot stubbed on and she face-planted on the ground. The whole market turned to look. Marcy's face went pink, she quickly pulled herself to her feet and dusted off. "I'm okay!" She pulled her hood back over her head to cover her hair and tiara.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing, Sprig?" Anne said from atop the roof of a shop, gazing down at the girl that had apparently caught the attention of the whole market. Her monkey, Sprig, was too busy gobbling up a melon and didn't bother to take a look. Anne continued to look at the girl that slipped into a potion shop, clearly trying to blend in. Something certainly was up with her.

"Are you looking for some magic potions, lady? Because you're in the right place." Asked Maddie Flour, the quite menacing-looking shopkeeper. Marcy took a look at some of them in curiousity.

"Ooh, those look interesting. Perhaps some other day, thanks."

"Mhm. You don't seem to be from around here." Maddie asked, eyeing her observantly. "Are you lost?"

"Haha, what? No. I just don't come to market very often." Marcy chuckled nervously. "Pardon me," she panted the moment she was out of the shop, why was it so awfully hard to talk to people? Anne continued to watch her from the roof as the girl dropped a sweat and walked over to a fruit shop. A kid stood at the shop, watching with emacity. "Are you hungry, bud?" She asked, as the kid turned to look up at her. Marcy took an apple and gave it to him. He smiled widely at her before dashing off.

"You better be paying for that." Said the unimpressed shopkeeper. Marcy blinked nervously.

"Pay?"

"You've got the money, right?"

"Pardon me, sir, I-I don't have money with me right now-" she stuttered, trying not to meet his eyes. "B-But if you let me go back to c-castle, I'll get some from the King-"

"Do you know the penalty for theft?" He glowered, violently pinning her hand against the counter.

"No, wait, please!"

Anne hopped in, grabbing the shopkeeper's hand. "Oh crud, thanks, man. So glad you found her," she exclaimed and shook his hand before turning to Marcy who blinked in clear confusion. "Dude, I've been looking all over for you!"

"What are you talking about…?" Marcy asked as Anne began pushing her out of the scene.

"Shh, just play along."

"Do you know this girl?" The shopkeeper asked.

"Sadly, yeah. She...uh, she's a friend of mine. And she's a tad crazy, y'know." Anne sighed. Marcy narrowed her eyes.

"She claims she knows the King."

"Pffft- dude, she thinks Sprig is the King." She pointed at her monkey before giving Marcy a persuading look. "Right?"

"Yeah-!" Marcy dropped to her knees and groveled before the monkey. "O' your royal highness-?" Sprig scratched his head.

"See?" Anne sighed, picking an apple when the shopkeeper wasn't looking and handed it to him. "Here, take this. Please, she's very sick. I need to get her to the doctor real quick. Okay, bye!" She grabbed her hand and dashed out of the market.

Marcy followed Anne through the lanes, away from the crowd. She trailed along without questioning where they were going. They stopped in a small room on the rooftop of an empty house. "Here we are."

"Thanks for having my back." She finally said. "I...owe you."

"Hey, no problem. We totally duped that dude." Anne snickered. Sprig tugged her arm, showing a bunch of apples he had stolen from the cart. "Aw Sprig, you goofball." She petted his head affectionately, taking two apples and tossing one to Marcy. "Next time you steal, be careful not to get caught."

"I wasn't stealing." Marcy scorned, gazing down at the apple.

"Hey, it's okay. Happens to the best of us. See, one time I tried to beat this dude in Flipwart by eating the pieces."

"Eating the what?" She was baffled.

"Yeah, but the dude figured something was wrong. Apparently the Wart is not supposed to simply disappear from the game. Not one of my best moments."

Marcy burst into a snicker. Anne looked at her, a warm smile coming to her face. She was so cute when she laughed. "Anyway," Anne coughed, distracting herself by rubbing the apple clean on her sleeve. "What were you doing there then? You don't seem to be around here. Where are you from?"

"I'm…" Marcy clutched her forearm nervously. "It doesn't matter. I ran away from home and I'm not going back."

"Huh. Why?" Anne muffled with a mouthful.

"My dad is making me marry some dude." She scorned, folding her arms. "And I told him I don't want to."

Anne smiled a little. "Don't like guys or just marriage in general?"

Marcy sighed and looked down at her feet grimly, fiddling her toes. "I'm lesbian." Anne paused and gave her a look, Marcy darted her eyes warily. "What?"

"N-Nothing." She blushed and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear nervously. "Well… if that's the case, you should just tell your dad so."

"It's not that simple."

"I know it's hard but you've got to-"

"It's not just that, I can't marry someone just meeting them like once, that makes no sense." Marcy voiced, sitting down and rested her chin on her palm.

"Yeah, I mean, you're not exactly wrong there." Anne said, placing a hand on her shoulder as she sat down next to her. "That's awful, I-I mean, how hard life is being on you. Man, I wish there was something I could do to help."

"Yeah. But it's okay. That's really sweet of you, um…"

"Anne. Anne Boonchuy."

Marcy shook her hand. "Mar-" she paused. "M-Marbles…" she mentally slapped herself, what kind of name even was that?

Anne smiled, a slight blush on her cheeks, what a pretty name.

"Do you… live here alone, Anne?"

"Nope, I've got my bestie Sprig right here." She smiled at Sprig and gently tickled his neck. Marcy smiled and nodded. "Even if we haven't got much in here, the two of us have each other and in the end I think that makes it okay," Anne gazed out of the window at the majestic scenery of the castle. "But yeah sometimes I do wonder what life would be like up there? Living in luxury, having everything you need…"

"-yeah, people always telling you where not to go and what to do. There's more restrictions than you can ever imagine." Marcy scoffed. "I-I mean, it's what I've heard. How would I know? I don't live there."

Anne huffed and folded her arms. "It's better than here, Marbles. Not having to steal to eat, living in fear that the guards may catch you and throw you in prison."

There was a quake, catching the three's attention. The building shook, the door slammed open to reveal who Marcy recognised very well from the castle. Captain Grime.

"Found you and your little troublemaker, Anne." He hissed, walking in to arrest the girl. "You're going to prison for a long time."

"No-" Anne attempted to run but Grime held her by the back of her collar, and Sprig's tail in his other hand.

"No! Let her go!" Marcy hollered, grabbing his arm and trying to free Anne. Grime narrowed his eyes at her.

"She's a thief." He hissed. "Stay out of this or you'll be going in with her." He shoved her away, letting her face-plant on the ground. Having enough, Marcy got to her feet and took off her hood, revealing her tiara.

"Unhand her. By the orders of your princess." She commanded. Grime's eye widened, quickly dropping the two to the ground and bowing.

"Princess Marcy? What are you doing out here? With…her?"

"Princess…?" Anne gasped, her eyes met Marcy's for a moment and noticed a spark of guilt in them before they darted back to the Captain a defiant look.

"That's none ya' concern. Do not bother her again."

He grumbled. "You know I have orders from the King. Besides, everyone in the castle has been searching for you."

"Oh, I'll talk it out with the King, right now do as you're told. And I'll go with you."

Anne panted heavily, laying on the floor as Sprig clinged to her shoulder, watching in silence as Marcy left with the Captain, not looking back.

#amphibia #aladdin au #amphibia fanfiction #marcanne #anne boonchuy #marcy wu

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pennycat83 · 4 years ago

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Ok so I just shat out a whole mini story and I need to post it somewhere

The tension in the cabin was deep, an unblinking eye to eyes(?) contest ensuing as she just...stared at what ever the hell was at the door, this place was weird but she hadn't imagined it would be to this degree.

Describing whatever the hell she was looking at was...hard, something about it almost felt phallic in the way it looked like a vagina but at the same time it reminded her more of a personified blood vein. It stood tall above her, rows of tendrils sprouted from its...opening, they felt around in the air trying to detect her. At certain points weird hole ridden flesh sponges pulsed open and closed on the opening.

In general this thing was freaky, it moved around slightly trying to sense wherever she was. Without really minding Penny chan casually asked "need somethin'?", this fully activated the creatures senses as its tentacles penetrated her flesh forming clean holes, they retracted just as easily. With this the creature began leaving before it heard a casual "k". The creature turned back and approached where it stood before,

this time it tried sensing wherever the hell Penny chan was as it approached, Penny chan moved around behind the thing before exiting to the outside. "Oh God it's freezing", at this the creature turned it's head a full 180 degrees before charging in frustration.

Just like before Penny chan was relaxed in dodging any attacks this creature pulled, it was surprisingly agile despite it looking like a wad of soggy meat. Finally, the creature stood back to the woods in a mix of frustration and exhaustion, an awful broken wheezing was emitting from it as it finally let out...something that sounded like words.

"tish elttil uoy llits yats timmad doG"

This intrigued Penny chan much more as her ears twitched in interest, "holy crap". She stared in amazement as the creature carried on it's frustrated rant.

"gnizeerf gnikcuf m'I ereh tuo seerged -3 ekil s'ti !? elbmin gnikcuf os uoy era tihs eht woh"

Something about it speaking reversed greatly humoured Penny chan as she placed her hands behind her back and leant forward, "look bud I don't know what the hell you're saying but uh... I'm doing my normal speed, if anything I'm walking too slow"

This only offended the creature more as it tried again to attack, this time however Penny chan had moved across to the now icy road causing the thing to slip forth and plant it's...face clean on asphalt. The torment continued as Penny chan merrily ran and ambled around whilst the flesh being kept lurching forth and either eating snow or getting exhausted.

It wasn't long before Penny chan became tired and headed back inside to her cabin, she turned around and smirked before giving a laid back peace sign "thanks for the exercise bud".

All through the night she could hear the creature wailing and banging on the door. It didn't feel right, yeah sure the thing had tried to attack her but... she got up and looked outside the window, just like before

she could barely make out in the dark as it tried to attack a squirrel and falling on the ice, this time however it managed to break off one of its tentacles as it tried to clutch it in pain and let out another earth shattering wail in agony.

Oh...

Oh God...she...felt bad for it, whatever the fuck was outside was clearly in pain as the wounds from before only made it cry in pain even more, it even looked like it was...trying to cry.

She sighed and dug around for her first aid kit, she knew it wasn't really going to do much but it felt better than approaching again.

The tensed response from the creature felt fitting as it waved its other tentacles in defence, a low hissing emanating from it. "Chill, I feel like shit for harming you before k?", this seemed to cheer up the thing

as it moved it's upper tentacle into almost a closed eye "emac uoy ereofeb ytmpe ytterp gnitteg saw ecalp, skanht", it raised a tentacle and made a sharp jab at Penny chan's arm. It seemed the creature was nocturnal as it watched in horror as it's tentacle was naturally pushed out and Penny chan's arm automatically started repairing.

"Oh, I see", her tone dropped to emptiness. This seemed to have activated something in Penny chan as she made a clean firm throw of the first aid box into the snow, she crossed her arms and gave a dead poker face. "try it", this confused the creature as it looked up. "try mending yourself then bitch".

She began to head back to the cabin as she heard the creature continuously gloat. "!?XOB ELPMIS A NEPO T'NAC RELWARCDOOW A KNIHT UOY DNA SEIRUTNEC DEVIL SAH SIRI EHT, REDAEL YM"

"HCTUB TIAW TSUJ ECNCEIDAR SIH YB DEHSIUQNAV EB LLAHS SEICEPS ERITNE RUOY"

She ignored it as she went back up the cabin steps and to the warmth of her bed before she heard the sounds of struggling, couldn't hurt to watch right? she turned back around and casually leant against the beam of the cabin, smirking as she watched the thing try and fail to open the first aid kit.

It was more than entertaining, that sense of guilt still lingered and it wasn't long before the thing chucked the boxed away in frustration and slumped down, she just stared as it started...crying? Whatever noise it thought was crying at least, it was almost hard to watch (and...listen to) but Penny chan watched in amazement as she watched this creature just sit there crying in frustration.

"now that you'd never see in Cabin in The Woods", at this the creature turned around, weird yellow red puss dripping down its eye? (least she knew where those were now) as it struggled to stand up before slipping back and hitting its head on the snow, unfortunately it made the regretful decision of sitting behind a lamppost so Penny chan had the glory of hearing a fleshy crunch as she watched the creature lying in the snow. The thing now started fully crying as its tentacles waved around.

"Jesus fucking Christ dude". She walked up to the creature and offered out a hand, in response the thing moved back now in fear until its head made clean contact with the lamppost warranting another cry of pain, "fucking aider, I'm trying to help". The thing rolled around in pain as it shakily made a beg of mercy, "uoy neht...heht, em esaet uoy tsrif, uoy htiw gnorw si tahw-w". More puss trickled down it's eye as it lay back, "ied ot ereh em eveal tsuj".

Penny chan resumed her poker face as she bent down and tried lifting the thing back up, just like before weird roots started forming on Penny chan before wilting away quickly. She made a full lift up of this thing as it now sat (at least she assumed) back on the sidewalk.

She walked off in search of the first aid kit before heading back into the cabin. She returned not to later with her blanket and a few pillows, placing almost all of them behind the creatures back and trying somewhat to patch it up.

By the time the thing came to it looked down in pure fear as Penny chan tried putting snow on one of its bruises "?!GNIOD UOY ERA LLEH EHT TAHW", Penny chan didn't even look up as she nonchalantly said, "trying to numb the bruise, Idk using what I can here k".

The creature looked down its eye studying every part of what Penny chan was doing as it tried moving back before it hit the blanket and pillows. "oh yeah didn't want you breaking your spine so...".

The response the creature gave was amazing as it just...stared, no real emotion could be drawn as it watched Penny chan work. After it had been somewhat bandaged Penny chan got behind it and tried messaging its back, this warranted another yell in pain

and the thing giving a death glare. "-KCUF EHT", "I was just checking to see if you really have broken your back...". Her non existent eyebrows furrowed at this, she didn't have anything on her that could help, the only logical thing would be to use a splint but...

She looked around, the only closet thing she could use would be a branch (would have to be a thick one though), she turned her head up...the woods. She went back into the cabin before remerging with her hiking boots on, she began to head out before hearing the creature

spluttering random sentences "NAC SDOOW EHT UOY LLIK T'NAC I FI", she turned her head "the fuck does that mean?". As expected something was in the woods with her, she could feel a presence as she checked various branches, was that a threat or a warning that thing gave her before?

The tone felt like that thing was mocking her but...she finally pulled out a large enough branch from the snow and began making her way back. As she placed it up against the things back she could hear crunching, she didn't do anything outside of focusing on her work but the tense reaction

from her patient told her more than enough. Finally she was done, she tried helping the creature up before turning back, not really paying much attention; an almost 15ft creature stood above the tree lines, she grabbed everything before taking it in and helping the creature in and locking the door.

This was the fun part, as the two sat inside she could tell this thing was doing mental gymnastics, she had it resting on the other guest bed which only added to the confusion.

"betcha never seen a human do this before huh?", the thing just sat there in silence. It almost felt like it didn't even know what was going on, though the face(?) it was giving seemed to imply it wasn't mean to be part of this.

An ear piercing silence began punctuated only by knocking at the door, Penny chan looked away slightly before asking an obvious question "so...you speak reverse?". This seemed to set...something off in the creature as it began haughtily describing its species.

Obviously none of it was hitting Penny chan as it spoke too fast for her to even understand (not as if she knew reverse to begin with she only knew it writ-), she got up and pulled out a notebook from her backpack. This didn't interest the creature as it still carried on its speech.

"Ok so...I have no freaking clue what you're saying, you're speaking too fast and I think you have an accent? either way I can't speak reverse for shit sooo" she opened a random page from the book and pushed it towards the creature alongside a pencil, "please for the love of GOD use this here on out if you want to speak to me".

This confused the creature for a bit before it tried picking up the pencil, something in its mannerism seemed genuinely stressed as it tried forming a coherent line of text.

Finally, it stopped and just lay back, still in assumed pain. The guilt from before lingered more now as Penny chan tried reading, as expected it wrote in reverse, not really good English but it was more than enough to work with.

"So you're an alien?" with a single word the creature now sat up intently, "woodcrawler?". The woodcrawler only got more intent as it watched her piece more and more together, "so your ruler The Iris wants to take over Earth". At this the crawler seemed to cheer up fully, it lay back in bed as it sighed in relief (the only logical explaination as to whatever the hell a broken harmonica being played through a dusty air vent was).

It wasn't until Penny chan asked the most important question did she see some truly interesting responses, "yeah but why?". This triggered what she could only assume to be it...getting flustered? The woodcrawler starting waving its tentacles in embarrassment as it tried forming a logical explanation.

"-hhu...hhu dna...ew...ees uoy llew", it turned an even redder shade than normal, "eh, not like I care" this seemed to relax the crawler again before it carried on it's gloating. This was the thing that pissed off Penny chan, if the thing wasn't getting flustered over simple questions it was haughtily showing off its species accomplishes. "y'know what? I have a solution", this caught the Woodcrawlers attention as it rested its tentacles on the bedsheet and gave an assumed shit eating grin. "teuiq renedrag eht peek ot tahw", " no to shut you up".

With this Penny chan hopped out of bed and climbed into the one the Woodcrawler was sleeping in. This did one final rotation of its attitude as it began squirming in uncomfortable embarrassment, despite not looking anything close to a human it still acted like one as it moved around and even begged her to go back to her own bed. "Can't, too close to the window bud", she left off her infamous laugh as the woodcrawler became hot again.

"?seiceps ruoy htiw gnorw si tahw", despite the roots trying and failing to penetrate her, Penny chan started growing more and more tired. "nothing really...just got a thing for this.." she was half assuming what it was saying but this seemed to only freak it out even more. Finally, Penny chan said something that truly set something off in the Woodcrawler, "you're a chick aren't ya? kinda hard to hide with a Northen accent". "uoy did woh-h", by this point though Penny chan was asleep, fully embracing her.

#gemini home entertainment

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alecmagnuslwb · 4 years ago

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Wreck My Plans, That’s My Man

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Zatanna settles down behind a long line of old white sheet covered furniture, she’s quiet and completely unseen since she arrived thanks to a bit of cloaking magic. Behind her a slick dressed pack of skin suited demons are gathered with hellhounds at their side. They’re meeting to discuss another apocalypse world domination attempt, because yeah they have meetings for those.

She’d caught wind of the gathering through a few of her more unsavory informants in the magic underworld and knew that she could put a quick easy stop to whatever apocalypse they were planning before it became an all out, Metropolis and Gotham both instantly on fire, heroes up type of affair.

She’d called around for some backup to no avail, but that’s okay. She can handle this on her own, the backup was just a worst case scenario situation, which considering how this pack of demons are at each other’s throats about which apocalyptic method works best there won’t be a worst case scenario tonight.

She’s more than strong enough to handle this on her own and she’s got a damn good, and damn simple plan to finish this up without the demons ever even knowing she was there. A couple quick and quiet spells, a big dramatic show of force and all these fools and their little dogs too will be sent back to hell where they crawled up from.

She loosens her black tie a bit and rolls her wrists before putting her hands to the ground already feeling the ever strong current of power at her fingertips begging to be let loose. She opens her mouth just about to let the first of her backwards words slip from her dark wine painted lips when she catches sight of him, trench coat flowing behind him as he makes his entrance. His completely unplanned entrance.

“Hey, there demons, it’s me ya boy,” Constantine announces loudly his accent booming across the empty space of this old abandoned house.

The demons and their hellhounds all turn their attention his way, standing up and taking fighting stances immediately.

“Shit,” she says under her breath dropping her head to her knees. Of course he shows up in this moment, of course he checks his voicemail for once, of course he’s here about to make this a whole mess it didn’t have to be because she had a plan.

They work together well, better than well on most days, but when he shows up unannounced and without warning it’s always bound to be a messier battle than it has to be. When this is over, she’s going to kill him.

Her quiet curse catches the attention of one of the hellhounds its head tilting her way as the others stay focused on John. And just like that any semblance of her plan going off without a hitch bursts into flames.

She moves into a crouch as soon as the hellhound charges towards her and drops the cloaking spell while placing a hand to the ground.

“Kcab ot ruoy hsilleh esuohgod dab yob,” she says and a crack in the ground starts to form beneath the creature’s feet. It loses it’s footing as the crack widens smoke and just a whiff of fire and brimstone curling around its feet and pulling it under with a loud yelp. She stands to her full height and now the rooms attention is on her.

“Hey, luv,” John says waving at her from across the room bright orange flames curling around his hands as he does. “Got your call.”

Zatanna grumbles focusing on the five demons and four hellhounds before her.

“So, I was gonna do this the easy way, but the hard way is the only option now it seems,” she says looking at them all with a smirk before gathering her power into her core lamenting internally how this could have been over and done with in mere moments.

She jumps over the back of the furniture to come face to face with the first of her opponents as John does the same on the other side of the room. Another one of the demons attacks her from the side bringing its hellhound along with nipping at her heels.

She shouts backwards magic sending waves of safe fire and bursts of knock outs their way as she glides on air literally. One of the demons flings her back, but she’s quick with her words creating a cushion on the wall that she bounces back from and lands on her feet with panther like grace using the spell that sent the first hellhound back to the doghouse once again. The demons watch in anger as their pups are pulled under.

She rushes them the magic literally sparking in her eyes. Out of the corner she catches John throwing flames at the three coming his way, two unconscious hellhounds laying at his feet.

“Don’t forget there’s still people in there, Constantine,” she shouts as she dodges a punch from one of hers and lands her elbow in his throat.

“I know, babe,” he says as he tumbles backwards taking a punch to the gut. She focuses back on her task at hand knocking the second demon down with a hard kick to the shin. She focuses her energy down and floats back up just out of their reach before gripping them both around the torso with magic and bringing them with her.

“Esaealer eseht snamuh dna og eht kcuf emoh,” she yells tightening her magic on them just enough. Their heads move violently back and forth and for a moment she’s scared that they’re going to go full Linda Blair, but just like that they settle, their mouths opening wide and the black essence of the demon floating up into the air and then down into the cracks still in the ground.

Black goo seeps from their eyes as she gently lays the humans on the floor, she checks their pulses assuring they’re alive and well, which they are, before turning her attention to John. He’s cornered by his three, a bruise already forming around his left eye.

The two hellhounds he’d knocked out stir, one lifting its head up blinking slowly and for a second it looks almost just like an actual dog. She shakes her head not letting herself be phased by thinking a hellhound looks kinda cute when it’s waking up and lifts her hands dragging the pair of pups over the cracks in the ground where they’re siblings have gone giving them the same treatment.

A burst of flames swish past her busting the window behind her which turns her attention back to John who’s literally hand to hand fighting three demons like it’s a bar brawl. She rolls her eyes heading his way as she calls her magic up to her fingers again wrapping it around the throats of two of the demons tight enough to get their attention, but not so tight she hurts the people these demons are borrowing and leaving John to the final one.

She yanks them back tossing them into the same cushioned wall she’d landed herself into before.

“Didn’t you hear what I said to your friends?” she says calmly, pinning them in place. “Kcuf ffo ot erehw ouy emac morf.” She does a complicated move with her hands as she says the words and watches as they convulse and exit through the cracks in the ground just like their friends had.

She walks over to check their pulses as well, breathing out a sigh of relief when she finds them, behind her she hears the familiar Latin words of a banishment spell falling from John’s lips followed by a scream and a thud as the body of the person the demon had taken over drops to the ground.

“Ouch,” John says as he stands and she turns watching him limp a little over to check the last one’s pulse. “This one’s alive,” he says as he shakes out his leg and comes to her side.

She sighs in relief as she says a small spell under her breath gently floating the five men to a nearby covered couch and laying them all on it. She walks over behind them waving her fingers over each of their heads.

“Ekaw htiw on seiromem fo tahw deneppah ot uoy, dna peels ysae for eht tser fo ruoy sthgin,” she whispers as sparkles of bright blue and purple magic fall onto them. She gestures around the room making empty bottles of liquor and crushed cans of beer appear to sell a story to them all when they awaken.

They all start to stir and Zatanna gestures towards the door indicating for her and John to leave, she’s satisfied they’ll be okay just a little groggy and believing they’d had a few too many in an empty house and lost track of everything. These guys will be confused enough even with her spell, the last thing they need is to wake up wondering who the beat up guy in the trench coat and eyeliner and the chick in fishnets are.

By the time they get on the sidewalk, she hears the sounds of ambulance sirens heading their way, likely one of the guys waking and calling for it first thing just in case.

Zatanna stops at a street corner waiting for John to catch up. She looks down at her maroon button up shirt and sighs when she spots a rip in it.

“Hctits siht pu,” she says waving her hand over the tear. She looks down at the rest of her outfit, her jacket and high waisted black shorts with the shiny silver lines running up the sides are all intact, but damn if there’s not a long tear in the side of her fishnets. Sometimes she thinks she should find out if there’s some sort of fishnet weekly delivery service with the way she goes through them. She should definitely at least buy stock in the fishnet stocking industry if nothing else.

“Good thing I showed up for backup huh,” John says when he reaches her. He’s already reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes, his black nail polish is chipped, there’s a cut on his cheek and the bruise under his eye is blooming even brighter already.

She scoffs, knowing the whole thing would have resulted in zero injuries and ripped shirts if she’d just gotten to do her own plan.

“The one time you check your voicemail, the one time!” Zatanna shouts frustrated.

“I check my voicemail all the time,” John defends, knowing he’s an absolute liar.

“Bullshit, you either answer on the first ring or pop up in my bedroom a week later with demons on your tail, you have no in between,” she huffs stomping off away from him.

She’s not necessarily too tired to make a portal home to her apartment, but frankly Zee needs the air to feel a little less like killing John. She couldn’t just have an unreliable boyfriend who doesn’t show up. She knows that sounds insane, but it’s where she’s at in the moment.

“I had a plan, John, a foolproof plan, in and out in five minutes tops, not a scratch,” she says walking just fast enough he can’t quite catch up to her.

“You needed help,” he argues trailing behind her. She hears the flicking of a lighter as he talks.

“I needed backup, just in case, quiet backup to be on my side if needed. You didn’t answer so I figured out a plan that didn’t require backup. You pulling up shouting ‘it’s me ya boy’ did not help that plan,” she huffs and picks up her pace a little more. John grumbles and sighs in defeat trailing behind her quietly smoking.

He knows her well enough to not try and argue right now which she appreciates.

***

Nearly thirty minutes later they’re walking down the street headed towards Zatanna’s apartment, an apartment he’s hoping he’s going to be allowed to enter with how annoyed she is with him in the moment.

They’re walking in total silence that doesn’t necessarily feel awkward but there’s definitely tension in the air. Zatanna slows a bit as she comes closer and closer to her place, he’ll never cease to be amazed at how those chunky heels she favors don’t slow her down more often. She pauses in front of a store leaning her hand out on the window as she lifts a leg and twists her ankle around in relief. She gives the same treatment to her other foot before glancing up and catching John’s eye in the reflection of the glass.

“Zee are you still mad?” John asks hesitantly stepping up behind her.

“Do you think that voodoo doll looks enough like you to work?” she says without missing a beat gesturing towards the small blonde voodoo doll in the occult shop window she’s stopped in front of. He’d laugh at the joke if he wasn’t also a little bit scared. He loves a very powerful woman who’s kind and gentle, but also doesn’t mess around. Just ask the hellhounds and demons from tonight.

“Look, I’m sorry alright, truly,” he says squeezing his way between her and the glass. “I didn’t mean to mess up your plan, not that I knew you had one.”

She gives him a warning look and he backtracks.

“Not that that is any way the point,” he says with an apologetic smile and her face softens just a bit. “I’m sorry that I made a scene and didn’t just support whatever you had planned, that’s on me.”

Zatanna takes a deep breath releasing it slowly before biting her lip in thought. He holds back the smile he wants to let out, knowing that look is the look of her just about to forgive him. She huffs taking her hands out of the pockets of her leather jacket and reaches out her fingers trailing along the cut of his jaw. She whispers a few words under her breath as he feels the tingles of her magic, comfortable and familiar, crawl across his skin. He feels his cut stitch itself together and the ache of his bruise disappearing.

“You’re forgiven I suppose,” she says dropping her hand when her work is done and sighs tossing the long French braid her hair is in over her shoulder. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t cause a scene every now and again.” He smirks reaching out and cupping her face in his hands. He places a light kiss on her nose that she scrunches her face up at, but smiles just a bit.

“You love that about me,” he says with a chuckle.

Zatanna rolls her eyes, “The show woman in me occasionally enjoys your ability to cause theatrics, I wouldn’t necessarily call that love for it though.”

“Me thinks, the lady doth protest too much,” he says and Zatanna groans.

“Okay, that’s enough of that, let’s go home,” she says stepping away from him. She threads their fingers together this time and pulls him along. “I need a long hot bath and if you keep groveling a bit more I might just let you join.”

John perks up at that. Just a few steps after that they stop as they reach the front door of her building and she uses her magic to unlock it her keys lost a long time ago.

“Oh I can grovel, I can get on my knees and everything if you like,” he says wiggling his eyebrows as she looks to the side at him.

“I hope that’s a promise,” she says with a smirk of her own winking at him as she pulls him along up the stairs.

He practically falls over as they tumble up the stairs and somewhere in the back of his mind though he doesn’t have a clue why he deserves it he knows she’ll happily let him ruin every plan she makes as long as he shows up eventually, and as long as he grovels just the right amount afterwards. He’s happy to do just that.

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It’s the first week of this blog! We are here to tell something very interesting.

Every business has stories. Every company tells fabulous stories that could inspire aspiring business owners. Entrepreneurs go through a lot of hardships before they establish their own companies and start-ups.

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SIOMAI STORY

Between the year 2021, Joshua Ortiz’s friends invited him to accompany them to sell Siomai—a type of traditional Chinese dumpling, originating from Hohhot. In Cantonese cuisine, it is usually served as a dim sum snack—in the market of Barra, Opol. They also sold gulaman juice in the market.

Their capital was from the allowances and they got from cleaning their churches and savings from their own pockets. They started with a table, steamer, and a couple of chairs while selling Siomai and Gulaman the whole day. The reason they started selling Siomai and Gulaman is that they wanted to save in their COOP. From their own, they worked hard and saved enough money for stall upgrades, supplies and to their COOP insurances.

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“Kiya pag poon akn na sa una o maka uma ako sa pagadian city madakl a mga padagang roo na miyangopd ako ron mambo”.

According to my father, he started a business when he went Pagadian City and saw a lot of vendors in the market who sale some daily goods that’s why he gives a hint for him to pursue this kind of career.

“Igira na pakaito so capital na di ta paka panimbol ago igira pn na mayto so di ma pasa ka mingaw labaw ron imanto a Covid”.

The challenges that my father faced in doing his business is sometime he can’t get money for his capital due to a lot of uses and there are some instances that the profit of his product is too low especially this pandemic because there are few people who will go in the market.

For me make some management when using NET sale a product that is trend and relevant today and use other platform like online selling to gain more customers and to expand the profit.

By Walid Macabanding, 9-24-21

EMACITY PH

Christian Alpas, the owner of the Emacity PH, started a thrift shirt streetwear business. He has a Facebook page called Emacity PH. He started his business last on June 14, 2020, it was his dream to have a business, and it came that thrift business hype up amidst of pandemic. He took the advantage because thrifting is his passion. The struggles he experienced are:

- Difficult to start

- First post of the collection no buyers

- Don’t have any customers/followers on his page

But because of his determination and perseverance, he manages to overcome these challenges in his small business. Hard work never betrays. Knowing these stories makes us feel inspired. Why? Because they:

1. Made his uniqueness in opening a business.

2. Strive so hard to go through challenges.

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4. Believe in yourself.

Having these kinds of characters makes him stronger to beat struggles.

It doesn’t matter how big or small scale your business is; as long as you’re happy in what you are doing and you do not trample on anyone,

PAYAMAN!

By Niño Gella, 9-24-21

These stories tell the characteristics that are found in a good business owner. May these people inspire people to continue to work hard and be determined in their start-ups.

A big business starts small

Richard Branson

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Panic's Nova text editor (a review)

Review: Panic’s Nova text editor

Panic, the long-established makers of Mac utility software, seems fully aware that introducing a new, commercial code editor in 2020 is a quixotic proposition. Is there enough of an advantage to a native editor over both old school cross-platform editors like Emacs and explosively popular new editors like Visual Studio Code to persuade people to switch?

I’m an unusual case as far as text editor users go: my primary job is technical writing, and the last three jobs that I’ve worked at have a “docs as code” approach, where we write documentation in Markdown and manage it under version control just like source code. The editor that works best for me in tech writing is the venerable BBEdit. When it comes to editing code, though, BBEdit lags behind. My suspicion is that BBEdit’s lack of an integrated package manager has hurt it here. Also, BBEdit’s language modules don’t support extending one another, making it effectively impossible to do full highlighting for a templating language like JSX or Jinja.

When I was a web programmer, I was one of many who moved to TextMate, and used it for everything for a while. When the Godot-like wait for TextMate 2.0 became unbearable, I wandered the text editing wilderness, eventually splitting my loyalties between BBEdit, Sublime Text, and more recently VS Code. At this point, I suspect nothing will pull me away from BBEdit for technical writing, but for programming I’m open to persuasion.

So: meet Nova.

I’ve been using Nova off and on in beta for months. I’ve reported some bugs, although I may mention a couple here that I didn’t catch until after 1.0’s release. And, I’m going to compare it to the GUI editors that I’ve been using recently: BBEdit, Sublime Text, and VS Code.

Nova is a pretty editor, as far as such things go, and with files of relatively reasonable size it’s fast. With stupid huge files its performance drops noticeably, though. This isn’t just the ridiculous 109MB, nearly 450,000-line SQL file I threw at it once, it’s also with a merely 2MB, 50,000-line SQL file, and Nova’s offer to turn off syntax highlighting in both files didn’t help it much. This may sound like a silly test, but in my day job I’m occasionally stuck editing an 80,000-line JSON file by hand (don’t ask). This is something BBEdit and VS Code can do without complaint. Panic wrote their own text editing engine for Nova, which is brave, but it needs more tuning for pathological cases like these. They may not come up often, but almost every programmer has one stupid huge file to deal with.

Nova has an integrated terminal and an integrated SSH client, and even an integrated file transfer system based on Panic’s Transmit. In fact, if you have Transmit and use Panic Sync, it knows all of those servers out of the box. Nova has a task workflow system for automating building and running. You can associated servers, tasks, and more with individual projects; Nova’s project settings are considerably more comprehensive than I’ve seen in other editors. You can even set up remote tasks. Nova has a serviceable Git client built in, too. Like VS Code, Nova uses JavaScript for its extension API, and it has built-in Language Server Protocol support—it’s a superbly solid foundation.

Beyond that, some smaller features have become table stakes for modern GUI editors, and Nova handles them with aplomb. “Open Quickly” can jump to any file in the open project, as well as search by symbols or just symbols in currently open files; it has a command palette; you can comprehensively edit keybindings. It has multiple cursor support for those of us who like that, and a “mini map” view for those of you who like that, although know that you are wrong. Nova’s selection features include “Select all in scope” and “Select all between brackets,” a command I often use in BBEdit and miss dearly in Code. (Both Nova and BBEdit select between brackets and braces, although BBEdit also selects between parentheses.) This effectively becomes “Select between tags” in HTML, a nice touch. There are a few other commands like “Select all in function” and “Select all in scope” that I didn’t have any luck in making work at all; a little more documentation would be nice.

That’s worth an aside. Panic has created a “library” of tech note-style articles about Nova sorted by publication date rather than an actual manual, and it’s not always easy to find the information you want in it. I know this is just what a technical writer would say, but I’d dearly like to see a human-organized table of contents starting with the editor basics and moving to advanced topics like version control, server publishing and extension authoring.

The Zen of Language Servers

A lot of Visual Studio Code’s smarts depend on the implementation of a “language server” behind the scenes: language servers offer almost spookily intelligent completion. For instance, take this PHP snippet:

if ($allowed) { $response = new Response(405); $response->

If you have the Intelephense PHP language server plugin, Code understands that $response is an instance of Response and, after you type the > above, offers completions of method names from the Response class.

Right now, Nova’s mostly limited to the language servers Panic provides, and they’re… not always so smart. In that snippet above, Nova starts by offering completions of, apparently, everything in the open project, starting with the variables. If I type “s,” it narrows things down to methods that begin with “s,” but it’s all methods that start with “s” rather than just the methods from Response. The “Jump to Definition” command shows a similar lack of context; if I highlight a method name that’s defined in multiple places, Nova shows me a popup menu and prompts me to choose which one to jump to, rather than introspecting the code to make that decision itself.

But, this is a solvable problem: there’s (I think) no reason someone couldn’t write an Inteliphense plugin for Nova. If Nova’s ecosystem takes off, it could be pretty formidable pretty quickly.

Walk like a Mac

Even so, LSP support isn’t Panic’s biggest selling point. Unlike Sublime Text or VS Code, Nova isn’t cross-platform: it’s a Mac-only program written to core platform APIs. Is that still a huge draw in 2020? (Is it instead a drawback?)

You can definitely see a difference between Nova and BBEdit on one side and Sublime and Code on the other in terms of resource usage. With the two Ruby files shown in the screenshot above loaded, I get:

VS Code: 355 MB, 6 processes

Sublime Text: 338 MB, 2 processes

Nova: 101 MB, 2 processes

BBEdit: 97 MB, 1 process

Code is an Electron-based program, although Microsoft famously puts a lot of effort into making it not feel like the black hole a lot of Electron-based apps are. Sublime uses its own proprietary cross-platform framework. In fairness, while us nerds like to harp on research usage a lot, if your computer’s got 16G or more of RAM in it, this probably isn’t a big deal.

You notice Nova’s essential Mac-ness in other ways. Its preference pane is, like BBEdit’s, an actual preference pane, instead of opening in another tab like Code or just opening a JSON file in a new tab (!) like Sublime. And while all editors better have first-class keyboard support—and Nova does—a good Mac editor should have first-class mouse support, too, and it does. You notice that in the drag-and-drop support for creating new tabs and splits. Nova’s sidebar is also highly customizable, possibly more so than any editor I’ve regularly used. (Yes, Emacs fans, I know you can write all of Nova in Lisp if you want. When one of you does that, please get back to me.)

Unlike BBEdit, though, Nova doesn’t have a Mac-like title bar, or a Mac-like outline view of the project files, or Mac-like tabs. (Well, BBEdit doesn’t have tabs at all, which turns out to be a great UI decision once you have a dozen or more files open, but never mind.) This isn’t necessarily bad; people often say BBEdit “looks old,” and it’s hard not to suspect that what people mean by that—whether or not they know it—is that it looks like the long-established Mac program it is. Nova is relying less on “we have a Mac UI and the other guys don’t” than on “we have Panic’s designers and the other guys don’t.” Make no mistake, having Panic’s designers counts for a lot.

What may be more disappointing to old school Mac nerds is AppleScript support: none whatsoever. It doesn’t even have a vestigial script dictionary. Again, this may not be something most people care much about; personally, I hate having to write AppleScript. But I love being able to write AppleScript. BBEdit’s extensive scriptability is one of its hidden strengths. Nova’s Node-based JavaScript engine is probably more powerful for its own extensions and certainly more accessible to anyone under the age of 50, but it may be hard to call it from external programs.

So is it worth it?

That probably depends on where you’re coming from.

If you loved—or still use—Panic’s older editor, Coda, this is a no-brainer upgrade. If you used Espresso, a Coda-ish editor that always seemed to be on the verge of greatness without ever reaching it, Nova may also be a no-brainer for you.

If you’re a fan of Sublime Text, BBEdit, TextMate, or another editor that doesn’t have native Language Server Protocol support, you should definitely try Nova. Sublime and TextMate have more plugins (especially Sublime), but many extensions seem to be languishing (especially TextMate). BBEdit never had a great extension ecosystem to start with. All of these editors have strengths Nova doesn’t, but the reverse is also true, and Nova may catch up.

If you’re an Emacs or Vim power user, we both know you’re just reading this out of academic interest and you’re not going to switch. C’mon.

If you use Visual Studio Code, though, it’s way tougher to make the case for Nova. Code has a vastly larger extension library. It has the best support for LSP of any editor out there (LSP was developed for Code). Despite being Electron-based, it’s pretty high-performance. Code doesn’t have an integrated SSH or FTP client, but it does have an integrated terminal and task runner and Git client. If you don’t object to using an editor that isn’t a “perfect fit” with the Mac UI, Code is very, very good… and it’s free.

I don’t object to Nova’s pricing model—$99 up front including a year of updates, $49 for future years of updates—but I can’t help but wonder if Panic should have gone with super aggressive introductory pricing. Also, I saw more than a few suggestions on Hacker News about how there should be a Code-to-Nova extension translator; I’m not sure automatic conversion would be practical, but a guide on manual conversion seems like an excellent idea.

For my day job of technical writing, I’m going to stick to BBEdit. (One day I’ll write up an article about why I think it’s the best “documentation as code” editor on the market.) For programming and web editing, when I was working on both a Ruby and a PHP project—the former a Rails learning exercise, the latter an obstinate “I am going to write a modern PHP app without using a framework” exercise—I kept trying Nova’s betas and then switching back to Code for Inteliphense and, I swear to God, MacVim for Tim Pope’s amazing rails.vim plugin. I suspect Nova could duplicate both of those, but I’m not sure I want to be the one to do it. (Also, while Panic has decent reference documentation for writing extensions, I’d like to see a few simple end-to-end walkthroughs for those of us who look at a huge list of reference topics and don’t know where to start.)

But Nova isn’t just pretty, it’s powerful, and has a lot of promise. The editors I’ve been comparing it to have been around since 2015 for VS Code, 2008 for Sublime Text, and 1992 (!) for BBEdit; it’s not reasonable to expect Nova to blow past them in every respect right out of the starting gate. Even so, they are Nova’s competition. Catching up fast is an essential requirement.

So: yes, I’ve bought Nova, and I’m rooting for Panic here. I’ll come back in a year and report if I’m willing to stay on the update train.

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This extra cost buys you flexibility. But I don't think the amount of bullshit you have to do a similar sort of filtering on new things they hear about. When you get a termsheet. Fixed-size series A rounds already are high res. An essay is something else. Those hours after the phone stops ringing are by far the best for getting work done. Many things people like, especially if they're young and ambitious, they like largely for the feeling of virtue in liking them. Trade shows didn't pay as a way to evade the grip of fashion. And limitations of humans.

Then the startup and the lead would cooperate to find the city where you feel at home to know what languages will be like the past in caring nothing for present fashions. Any financial advisor who put all his client's assets in the stock of a single person to be any good. It's now possible for VCs and startups to diverge. Or functional, or whatever, but about how to make money from it, it offered the highest ratio of income to boringness of anything I'd done, by orders of magnitude more possibilities than their competitors, who apparently are still using mainframe-era programming techniques. I'm not sure if it's their position of power that makes them this way, or the pointy-haired boss is, right? Yes, the price to earnings ratio is kind of high, but I don't think publishers can learn much from software. There is a lesson here for filter writers: don't ignore data. Our angels asked for one, or c yourself become a human compiler for one. If a company considers itself to be in the software department, we would have the new feature too. They're confident enough to take on ambitious projects. Even now there is too much money chasing too few good deals. Skyline the dominant trees are huge redwoods, and in retrospect it was a good time to have ideas.

The archaeological work being mostly done, it implied that those studying the classics were, if not wasting their time, at least, that was what had happened to the language. But Durer's engravings and Saarinen's womb chair and the Pantheon and the original Porsche 911 all seem to me a different kind of error. The simplest answer is to put them in a row. Lexical closures, introduced by Lisp in about 1960, is now widely considered to be improper. It would not be surprised if by streamlining their selection process and taking fewer board seats, VC funds could do 2 to 3 times as many people alive in the US, of ambitious people who grew the ladder under them instead of climbing it. In the meantime I tried my best to imitate them. You are whatever you wrote. If angels are so important, why do you need to be done in this area. With OS X, the hackers are back. A friend of mine once told an eminent operating systems expert that he wanted students who were not just good technicians, but who could use their technical knowledge to design beautiful things.

One is that investors will increasingly be the fate of anyone who wants to succeed. Design your product to please users first, and then suddenly seeing the answer a bit later while doing something else. Even if you sent a crawler to the site, you wouldn't find a smoking statistical gun. VCs won't trust you, and merely to call it. Surely 1998 was a little late to arrive at the party. If you want to invest large amounts, and a programming language rather than, say, making the language strongly typed. At any given time. I got three false positives. There are two possible problems with prefix notation. You have to make sacrifices to live there. For example, a lot of startups, they think of companies like Apple or Google.

The hands were moved by little servomotors that made a slight noise when they turned. Of course, I'm making a big assumption in even asking what programming languages will there be in a place where there are a lot of maximally interesting tokens, meaning those with probabilities far from. Patterns to be embroidered on tapestries were drawn on paper with ink wash. There will of course be some founders who wouldn't like that idea: the ones who were smart enough it would seem the most natural way of distributing your content, it probably doesn't work to stick to old forms of distribution just because you make more that way. If you want to be in a great city: you need the encouragement of feeling that people around you. Silicon Valley. To write good software you must simultaneously keep two opposing ideas in your head. 9999 To free 0. Fortran doesn't have enough data types.

Fred Brooks described this phenomenon in his famous book The Mythical Man-Month, and everything else is a token separator. Not everything in Simula is an object. Investors may end up with a remotely plausible story, you can only control it indirectly. Network-level filters won't be completely useless. Whereas angels are rarely in direct competition, because a they do fewer deals, b they're happy to split them, and I don't understand x well enough. Then in the mid 1950s it was engulfed in a wave of suburbia that raced down the peninsula. The same is true for other languages too. She's trying to get the company to become valuable, and the odds of finding programmers, libraries, etc. And notice the beautiful mountains to the west? Consider libraries: they're reusable because they're language, whether they're written in an object instead of the head of a list and cdr means the rest. In a wave of suburbia that raced down the peninsula.

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