If you’re on Linux, dockstarter automates a lot of the docker set up.

It’s just a very ungenerous interpretation of a lot of factually correct things. Brandon Sanderson is, indeed, Mormon and while I’ve never heard him say as much explicitly, the way he talks a out his faith makes me believe that yes, he does tithe to the church.

As for the audio book stuff, when Sanderson was doing his massive kickstarter for his four secret projects, he said that the audio books would not initially be available on Audible/Amazon. He said this was because he believed Amazon had too much market power and that he was successful enough that he didn’t need them and would thus withhold releasing his books on that platform. I don’t recall him ever saying that they would never be released there. Partway through fulfillment of the kickstarter, he announced that Amazon had changed its compensation structure (for all authors, not just him) in the direction he wanted and tbuse he felt it was okay to release his books on Amazon’s platform.

If you like heroic fantasy with unique magic systems, I recommend giving him a shot. I like to compare him to Marvel movies: not groundbreaking or innovative or the pinnacle of the art form, but competently made that hits all the emotional beats you want out of the story in a familiar and comforting way.

This might be the largest gap between technically correct and ungenerous reading of events that I’ve ever seen.

Someone eventually is going to come in here and say that no, because of modern typeface on computers the convention is a single space after a period and to that person I say this:

Go fuck yourself.

This was a friend of mine, except it was cocaine.

I wish Buffalo was closer in size to Cleveland or Pittsburg, but being within driving distance of Toronto and to a lesser extent NYC (on top of the aforementioned Cleveland and Pittsburg) is pretty friggin great.

This is why Iive where the air hurts my face.

“You run into an asshole in the morning, you ran into an asshole. You run into assholes all day, you’re the asshole.” -Raylan Givens

I remember taking psych 101 or some equivalent and there was an entire 50 minute lecture about Freud. At the end I raised my hand and was like, “This… This is all considered bullshit now, right?” I can’t remember what exactly the answer was, but I do remember that it wasn’t an unequivocal yes. And that scared me.

Eh. I want to fuck a 20 year old. I want to have a relationship with a 40 year old. I’ve been in two different casual relationships with women younger than me (33/23, and 35/26) and they were exhausting. Not having any common cultural touchstones was a much bigger bummer than I thought it would be. So I wanted to spend an hour or two with them, but I find myself perfectly content spending an entire day with my current (39/35) fiance.

I was talking to someone (younger, obviously) and they used the phrase “in the late 1900s” completely unironically. It stopped me dead in my tracks and took my brain about 5 seconds to compute. By the time I was able to speak again, the only thing I could say was “you need to shut the fuck up and leave right now.”

As an elder millennial (84, fuckers) I’m really struggling with entering middle age. But I guess I just approach it the same way my generation has approached everything else, with a weird mix of existential dread and wry humor (hat tip to Gen X for starting that, though).

Welcome to the professional world where everything is iterative and and 95% of your clients (internal or external) are data illiterate and don’t want to learn whatever self service tools you build.

Probably vote blue all the way down the line but I’m going to be shitting on the democratic party publicly and loudly for all the fucked and/or cowardly shit they do because not as bad != not bad.

My dad died when I was 32 and my mom when I was 35. So like, not when I was a kid, but still relatively young. I just thought it was normal, right? Because everyone had their own normal. My therapist had to spend an entire session about how abnormal it was. 'how many of your friends have lost one or both of their parents?" The answer was less than two.