Actually I was here first, just didn't feeling like being a jack ass by bragging about being here first.
I just finished coding a C++ library to read and write squashfs images. Thought I would come by here and do a little shitposting to celebrate.
(Actually as any coder knows, finished is a relative term.)
Next up is a library to allow multiple python interpreters to run in parallel regardless of the GIL.
Your asking the wrong person anon. I'm not in the commercial pipeline, but not as far as I know.
I guess we now know what the guy that got killed by the tiger the other day was up to.
You know why Tony the tiger was a cartoon?
Why? God's supposed to be the one that did the making. FAFO?
Better than singing 99 bottles of beer on the wall.
>#include std lib
#include <stdlib.h>
but only the compiler cares.
I once worked on a project where I was coding in five different languages simultaneously, html, css, javascript, SQL, visual basic. Yeah I know, basic, ick, but it was what I was given to use.
I only know enough in non-english human languages to get myself in trouble.
Because the photographers kept getting eaten.
Ba,dum,dum,dsssshhhhh!
Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all night…or at least until I go to bed. Which there are no doubt several anons who are already hoping occurs sooner rather than later.
Dolphins maybe, doubt wolves.
Being gay? No thanks, don't lean that way.
My problem was I always kept going all the way around and then I'd end up with that spot where all the lines crossed that got so much ink the paper would start to tear.
>What made you think of 'Gay'
Well there was the whole two wolves thing…
As for pufferfish, never encountered anyone I trusted enough to prepare poison for me to eat.
But hey, to each their own.
Probably explains why I went the digital route. I can flip that bit billions upon billions of times before it wears out, then there are several billion more to play with.
No thanks I've got a banana already.
Which is why I also fix old machines, ATVs, bulldozers, cars, chainsaws, etc. And when those are gone I've still got the pocketknife my dad gave me and sticks to whittle.
No that was not a suggestion. Go back to calculating PI to the last digit like Kirk told you to.
Typical woman, gets worked up over the most pointless things. After all it's not like she doesn't have a penis in her dresser drawer.
Maybe so but there is only so much of my navel to contemplate.
In truth I'm about as disconnected as can be. Five miles up a private dirt road, make all my own power, well water. Rest of the world goes dark I'll be sitting here eating popcorn watching the pretty pretty lights from the other side of the hill as it all burns down.
I hear slaves work cheap.
Granted, which is why all mine are of the digital persuasion.
Utopia doesn't exist. Can't. It's contrary to human nature.