#write documentation of program

[ckret2]

think there's a typo in ch1 on AO3:

"Are you shopping for something specific?" Soos asked with his best customer service voice. "Post cards? Snow globes? Weird taxidermy thingamajigs? Pants?"

"Oh, Mr. Pines! The original Mr. Mystery! Heh—he actually retired a few months ago. The Mystery Shack's under new management!" Soos planted his fists on his hips and puffed up his chest. "It's me, I'm the new management."

Think there should be another line between these?

Anonymous asked: i think there's a line missing in the very start of the ao3 mirror, right before "the original mr mystery" bit

Thank you both for saving my ass 🙏

[whentherewerebicycles]

man oh man i have so many thoughts about how insistently (and i think kind of blindly/uncritically) my university pushes us to frame absolutely every type of learning experience we offer to students in the language of "career readiness" and "career-connected learning" and "professional development." i totally get that we have a large first-gen student population who are making a big investment of time & money in a college degree and who want to be sure that doing so will grant them access to greater socioeconomic mobility. and i DO think it is important for us to think about like, ok, long-term, what comes after these experiences or after this four years in college, and what can we be doing to set students up for success as they transition out of college and into the rest of their lives. but like. idk man. i find it really bleak sometimes. just this relentless messaging that the only thing that matters in your adult life is how competitive you are on the job market. and i also think it pushes us to just like, kind of warp or distort the things we are offering students to make them fit under that rubric, or that particular framework for valuing things? like if we want to convince a student to study abroad we can't be like, living abroad is one of the most amazing things you can do. it's so fun/scary/exhilarating/awesome and it will expand your horizons in ways you can't even anticipate and it will expose you to different ways of seeing the world and you will get to interact with people whose perspectives have been shaped by totally different cultures & contexts and it will help you become more independent and more confident in your ability to handle unfamiliar situations and it will give you stories you will remember all your life and you will build strong friendships with the people you meet and you will take cool pictures or buy little knickknacks that remind you of those experiences in your daily life forever and it will motivate you to travel more and when/if you have kids of your own you will probably make it a priority to travel with them if you can or to encourage them to study abroad when they're older because you know how amazing that experience is and you want them to have access to those kinds of life-changing opportunities. like instead of saying any of that we have to say oh this will develop your skills in time management and project management and professional communication with your supervisors and it will give you something impressive to talk about on your resume or in job interviews and blah blah blah. or even if you use a more capacious definition of career readiness that focuses more on habits of mind (like, in the workplace you will sometimes have to navigate complex situations where expectations are not fully clear! you will also likely have this experience living abroad!), it's still just like... idk man... i find it so reductive lol like yeah sure but "get a skill that applies to your job as a project manager or an IT professional or whatever" just feels so much... Less... than the more humanistic appeal to like, this will enrich your life in so many ways, and you will, through these experiences, just become an all-around more emotionally mature, confident, and interesting human being who has engaged in an experience that challenged you and helped you grow. but then i am all in on the humanities and humanism in general so maybe i am biased here and someone who wants to be a software engineer or whatever would be wholly unmoved by that kind of appeal. idk. anyway. it looks like our team is going to be subsumed into our career center in the next year or two so like. what can you really do except to inwardly say "wow i kinda hate this"

[jonquilandlace]

Someone should hire me for ideas on building a superior word processor specifically for dissertation writing I have so many good ideas

[baffledapple]

once again i am being subjected to "educational courses on generative AI" (lengthy advertisements that the higher ups want us to watch so they can say that we are trained in AI)

[deathsmallcaps]

GUYS. My Win a Commission project is finished!!!!! I still have four months of posting left to do but I wrote, edited, drew and explained EVERYTHING!!!!!

SEVEN YEARS. I started in August 2017 (I was sixteen!) and in August 2024 I motherfucking finished!

The next time I start a long project, it better fucking be a fetus or some shit because I don’t feel like doing something like this everfucking again.

I AM FREE

(If you’re interested in winning my next couple, look under the readmore for some hints. The majority are just reference drawings for the story, not the actual illustrations)

The two main characters for West of the Sun, East of the Moon, a modern retelling of East of the Sun, West of the Moon set in Alaska. Trans Sapphic love story

The main character Chantha Rasphone, for my gay ‘sequel’ to Childe Rowland. If you like Labyrinth, chances are you’ll like this. It’s the longest story I have ever written, at over 40 printer pages without the explanation, pictures or glass art. It’s even longer with those things.

Gii, the Tatterhood from my Yamana retelling. She has dwarfism and slays a leopard seal with a spear.

Billi, an intersex man and star of the Acacia Tree, my adaptation of The Juniper Tree set in modern Australia. (The picture here is based on Alan Scott’s 1970s picture ‘Face of an Aboriginal* Man, Alice Springs Area’, as shown below)

*Respectful term is the full ‘Aboriginal Australian person’, but I am just quoting the title.

These are not in release order! Next contest starts on September 10th!

[yurilad]

— TERRAS TOWN (3/?) | ask to be +/- from tag list.

[redacted]... it's me, i'm [redacted] i'm so cold...

[lilacerull0]

i think the solution is to just... process whatever happened this year. so basically i have to stick around and live through it

[icedteaandoldlace]

I had a long, detailed post written out and Tumblr ate it. But anyways, if anyone knows why copying a document from LibreOffice and pasting it into Google Docs changes the appearance of the opening quotation marks at the start of a paragraph, and whether it's a bug in Libre's automatic formatting or some weird setting in Docs that I need to turn off, I'd like to know what I can do to make it stop doing that.

Literally all my quotation marks match properly except for the ones at the beginning of a paragraph, specifically in paragraphs that start with a quote. And no, it's not a matter of straight quotes vs. smart quotes, because they're all smart quotes. They just look like they're in a different font, even though they're not, and adjusting the font/size does nothing. Neither does using find-and-replace. The only way to correct the appearance is by creating a new paragraph above it and retyping the quotation mark, then backspacing the original into the new paragraph, and that's time consuming and annoying.

If my Internet connection ever gets strong enough, I'll attach a picture so you can see what I'm working with here. It's the weirdest problem, and I have no idea what's causing it.

EDIT: I figured it out. See notes for the solution.

[shwoo]

I've been fighting Windows' API trying to make a simple program before tomorrow night because I volunteered to do a trivia thing for my family, and I thought it would help with organising the questions and scores. I already have the questions, so it's not a huge problem if it's not finished in time.

I just wanted some form controls, like buttons and stuff, but I'm not that familiar with doing that in Visual Studio with C++. And the information on Microsoft's site is extensive, but... convenient (missing a lot of important information). I learned Win32 programming about a year ago, so I might have also forgotten something important that wasn't mentioned in the documentation I'm using at the moment.

And I could not get a control defined in the code to show up. I didn't want to use the resources for a lot of reasons, even once I figured out how to bypass the kind of stripped down visual editor, but I also couldn't seem to program a button in directly and have it appear in the window when I ran the program. It seemed to be created fine, but I couldn't see it anywhere.

I finally found some example code on Stack Overflow or somewhere, and the reason the button wasn't showing up was because... I hadn't specified the WS_VISIBLE flag when I created it. (WS stands for Window Style. Win32 has a very broad definition of a window that includes buttons) Apparently it's programmed in a way that assumes that an object invisible until you tell it that it's not? I would've done it the other way around.

I had to sit there for a few seconds after I added it in and the button finally showed up. At least it's progress?

[dravidious]

How's the writing going? Well I've written over 2000 words and I'm questioning if I'm spelling "our" correctly, so you know

[sheena-is-a-punk-rocker]

Seconding LibreOffice as a writing program! I've been using it since high school when it was still OpenOffice and I refuse to use anything else

Hello, Mr. Gaiman. Which program do you use to write? I’d really like recommendations that are safe for writers to use. I just don’t trust Google Docs anymore. Thanks!

I've been using Libre Office for a long time, and really like it. I use Final Draft for scripts.

[fawkesthefox]

i tgink i need to make a conspiracy board to map out my ocs

[bogos-bint3d]

Why is it that when I try to sleep I am absolutely plagued with thoughts yet the moment I try to visualise said thoughts I have nothing

[super-lovely-star]

Things to Do with Plushies that aren’t Traditional Pretend Play

If you regress/dream to an older age range, you might not play pretend as often, if at all. That said, there’s no reason why you still can’t enjoy your plushies’ company.

Cuddle them as you go to sleep. This one is pretty obvious, but I think it deserves a place on this list.

Make them little Kandi collars with their name in letter beads. You can make a matching bracelet or necklace for yourself too!

On that note, sew clothes for them and dress them up. This one might require some supervision because of the pins and needles, but it’s usually worth it.

Set them up so that they look like they’re doing the same activity as you are. (Putting a controller in front of them if you’re gaming, pretending to feed them bits of your meal, setting them up in front of the TV so they can enjoy the programs with you, etc) This one veers into pretend play, but it’s not as involved so I figured I’d include it.

Put them into your purse/backpack/bag so they can keep you company on your errands or other trips you take.

Set them up in nature or around the house and take photos of them. You can even scrapbook with the photos.

If they are sturdy enough, give them a bubble bath and then either stick them in a pillowcase and put it in the dryer, or air dry them in the sun. This is good for bonding with them, and general maintenance to keep them clean.

Write about them. You can make little character profiles for them, or even full stories! This is good if you have a hard time playing pretend but you still want to feature them in imaginative contexts.

Draw/paint pictures of them and hang them on your wall!

Finally, if this is something you’re up for, set up a side blog for your favorite plushie and document their life online. Make blog posts from their perspective, have them take “selfies” etc!

Have fun with your plushies 💕

[yandere-wishes]

Okay idea for your Batwoman!fam

Okay so you know how Cassandra Cain was raised in the League of Assassins to essentially be the bodyguard of Ra’s Al Ghul, what if Damian’s darling was raised in the League of Assassins as well but she was raised with a different purpose, to be the future wife of the heir, aka Damian.

Just some food for thought

⋆ ˚｡⋆Damian Wayne x Superhero! Reader ⋆˚｡⋆

જ⁀➴Notes: DARLING, YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST GALAXY BRAIN OUT THERE!!!!!!!!! THE THINGS I COULD WRITE FOR THIS. I'M FROTHING AT THE MOUTH!!!!

No cause like now, I'm thinking of Talia and Ra's selecting the best assassins out of the league and making them get married. They are told that their firstborn daughter is destined to become the bride of the Demon's hair. (Kinda like Dune's breeding program)

Talia practically raises you, an aunt/older sister/second mother/mentor whatever you'd like to call her. She raises you in the ways of the League. Trains you alongside her son. She dictates everything for you. Your clothes, personality, preferences. She molds you to be perfect. And while her tactics are dictatorial at best she does truly utterly love you. You are destined to be her daughter, to be her precious Damian's wife. You will continue her legacy. Thus she must raise you to be flawless…

In many ways, Damian likes to think that he knows you better than he knows himself. He tells himself that he's memorized every alcove and aperture of your ethereal soul. That your essence is as familiar to him as the dawn orisons. Damian al Ghul likes to think he knows his future bride-to-be.

And can you blame him? Can you really blame a boy for believing so earnestly, so passionately in a beautiful tale he's been told since birth?

He watches as you tend to the newborn goats on the farm. Run your fingers through the fawn's snowy coat. "Damian!" you call out waving to him excitedly. "Come see the new billys. We must commence in naming them at once." Your face is so serious as you look up at him. Eyes sparkling brighter than any star. He dares to wonder if you'll look at him with the same expression while you cradle your firstborn. Demanding that their father pick an adequate name immediately. Damian can't help the blush that ghosts across his cheeks.

Fairy tales are real. This is the conclusion Damian has come to. Dragons do exist, and they serve their purpose of stealing away hopeless damsels in the dead of night. Only now Damian doesn't know if he's truly fit to be the prince that comes and saves you…

Weeks prior the League's fortress had the misfortune of welcoming a guest from Gotham. 'A red-haired woman with a crazed bloody smile' as some of the members had described her. He had been training with his grandfather and was ordered to remain in the training rooms and practice while Ra's went to entertain this guest. You had been with Talia at the time and had the misfortune of meeting this monster too. Or at least that's how Damian believes the story goes.

"Master Damian" you greet. He can't help but shudder at the frosty smile you offer him. Day to day he feels your soul wander away never truly present. He reaches out, desperate to feel your warm skin grace his, to cradle your cheek as if it were the whole world. But he's only met with the silky wisp of your hair as you walk away. He doesn't like the way his heart aches, doesn't like the phantoms that occupy your mind.

Damian remembers the day you disappeared in shambles. Fragments of a nightmare that haunts him all through the night. There had been an alert in the middle of the night. Someone had broken in, taken out the guards. By the time the furor settles Damian and his mother notice what the thief had taken.

Not precious gems or priceless treasures.

Not the countless documents on every important figure in the world.

Not the tomes of endless knowledge his grandfather stores in his personal study.

No…

The thief had simply taken one thing.

You.

And in the process, Damian's heart as well.

The nightmare still haunts him. Even if only a mere few days later, the League had been attacked again. He was forced to be separated from his mother and his home. Fleeing to a foreign land to live with a father he's never known. Throughout all of this, Damian's heart still longs for you. He promises he'll find you again no matter where in the world he is.

It's been a long miserable year before Damian sees you again. His father is hosting a gala. An excuse of some sort to gather all of the Wayne enterprises under one roof. Damian cares little for the reason and cares less about the people. Too preoccupied with the inconvenience of having to be here in the first place.

"Damian, you've met my cousin Kate Kane before, right?" Bruce walks over to him, and the rest of his brothers approach too. Bruce has that look in his eyes. Something important is about to be said, Damian knows it. His adrenaline spikes, hope bubbling in his throat. Has there been a breakout in Arkham? A rogue attack somewhere? He'll take just about anything right now to get out of this dull gathering.

Kate clears her throat. Mentions that about a year ago she adopted a new daughter. She makes excuses for why it's taken her so long to formally introduce this new addition to her family. Damian only half listens. Bored once more. Until he notices an all too familiar face. And that familiar ache blooms in his chest once more.

He sees you hiding behind that wretched woman. You beam at her the way you used to do to his mother. Have you replaced the woman who raised and cherished you so easily? Have you replaced him too? You greet Damian with a court nob and avert your eyes. Desperate not to look at him, not to be reminded of your past.

Damian watches as the new hero, Batwoman's new sidekick, Corvid as she's taken to calling you. Swings across the city skyline. Intercepting one of Two-Face's hists. "She was my bethrode back during our time in the league." Bruce is sitting next to him, listening in the somber way he always does."Do you miss her?" he finally asks. "More than air, should it be robbed from my lungs." Bruce laughs, a short dark noise. His large palm pats Damian's shoulder before he marches into the darkness. It takes an endless moment for Damian to understand what that means, to understand the blessing the Dark Knight has bestowed upon his blood son.

Damian watches as you hug your new "mother". Feels the betrayal slither across his throat. He suffocates on the pain, the jealousy. Suffocates as he swears he'll take you back no matter the cost. You will be his once more, you will fulfill your destiny. As it has been written.

Damian heads home, he needs to contact his mother. Needs to tell her that you are safe. It'll calm her restless heart to know her beloved little girl has been found…

Okay I am going to have total nerd moment. Cause like what if this was kinda mixed with the original assassins?

[sbcdh]

Xafanian economic theories eventually made their way to the Soviet Union, where they were met with a mixture of derision and confusion. Broadly speaking, the idea of treating the market as a transcendent mind, capable of making descions and exerting will, was incompatible with Marxist economics.

Few writers even dedicated the time to respond to Xafa's work. In fact, the brunt of soviet responses came from local state-sponsored humorist columns, who mocked Xafa's meandering theoretical writing, and frankly strange greco-american jingoism. Even the title "A Theory of Hypnoeconomics" was mocked by satirist Fyodor Babkin as "a fitting name, as it requires being asleep to believe."

This is not to say that criticisms of Hypnoeconomics were popular. The reality is quite the opposite. The heyday of Xafanian economics were highly specialized. Most Soviet citizens were not even aware of such a niche writer, much less any mockery of her work.

This changed during the Regan years, with the widescale roll out of Hypnoregulatory practices. Soviet intelligencia had a veritable field day. To quote Babkin:

"The state religion of America has always been money. Now, they can afford to pay a priesthood."

The concept was even mocked in a popular Russian sitcom Sashka, in which the titular foul-mouth jokes:

"Take a piss on that [nonsense, referring to hypnostimulant JVH-1], does it make you "One with the toilet?""

However, this came on the back of more significant criticisms. More than nineteen Soviet economists collaborated on an internal documentation, recently declassified, detailing their research into hypnoeconomic practices. These are notable, in that they do not engage with the parapsychological elements of Hypnoeconomics in the least. Their criticisms are strictly material.

"The poor are still poor, the bourgeois still bourgois. Small market collapses have still occured, and while the Americans call this intentional, these claims are unfalsifiable. By any material measure, the Hypnoeconomics program is a profound waste of money, resources, and capital. Any potential benefits to market analysists enhanced with mind-altering substances are hampered in that their regulatory arm ultimately answers to existing financial apparatuses of bourgeois power."

This sentiment was perhaps better summarized by Babkin:

"If the Americans did have psychics who could predict the stock market. They would not listen half the time."