can't stop watching this clip of a tesla Optimus teleoperator taking his headset off before properly logging out the robot
can't stop watching this clip of a tesla Optimus teleoperator taking his headset off before properly logging out the robot
The Pathetic Pablo Bros (1992) voice-controlled playthrough, history, other platforms, and review
youtu.be/4tPCcxaVCc8
Describing and beating an old platform game using voice commands
Shining split screen. Wendy looks at what jack typed, it says "same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was" picture under is Jack torrence with extra wide shoulder pads, looking menacing.
Oh. That's how it works now. π
Baby Kickball's Great Train Adventure
Vector graphic: block of flats and garden from the 1969 kids' TV series Mary, Mungo and Midge
Vector graphic: block of flats and garden from the 1969 kids' TV series Mary, Mungo and Midge (who are waving from the window)
Nobody:...
Neurodivergent brain at 4am: Recreate the block of flats from the 1969 kids' TV series Mary Mungo & Midge, exclusively as a vector graphic, complete with them waving from the window. Make every flower accurate. Do it do it do it do it do it...
#illustration #graphics #TV #art #ASD #ADHD
It's a gem of a show. An absolute gem. Perfect pacing, brilliant writing and every character feels real, like they could do an episode exploring the backstory of absolutely anyone and it would make perfect sense to the narrative.
If you need to figure out the arcane mysteries of scheduling with Cron, I just found this. And it's quite brilliant. crontab.guru
#sysadminchat
Council Christmas Boy
You *think* you launched it. Actually Scarfolk launched you.
GENUINE CONVERSATIONS I HAD WITH J NASH
(Part 2 of a limited series as I reflect. Internally.)
There's no such thing as "So bad it's good."
I can't NOT try programming a new Pablo. Couple of evenings' work in TIC-80, which has some nice restrictions along the lines of a 42ΒΎ year old computer (you can POKE directly to the screen!) but can be programmed in modern JavaScript.
The OXO tower Photoshopped, not AIβed, Photoshopped in the old school way, to read βBistoβ.
Londonβs iconic Bisto Tower.
A hard drive labeled "BAD" in sharpie
The hard drive has "BAD" scribbled out
A sharpie writing "bitcoins" on a hard drive
The same hard drive thrown into the trash
Remember to spread a little joy, even if it will be fleeting
spite.
January is 868 days long
π
popped the BBC "Noddy" project back off the metaphorical shelf after having an idea.
GENUINE CONVERSATIONS I HAD WITH J NASH
(Part 1 of a limited series due to internal reflection)
Gravity-assisted electricity theft.
With the Tippex on the t-shirt to protect the kiddies at WHSmith!
I made a tool to make sure you don't get sucked into a cesspool if you accidentally click on a link to X.
You knew him better than me over recent years, judging by your posts (and as well as anyone could ever truly know him). I hadn't seen him since the mid 90s and we'd each been useless at keeping up the past 8 years. I doubted I'd see him again but there's a finality now... which he'd probably love!
It wasn't, it was his first pen name.
When he became Jonathan Nash, he also changed his handwriting slightly. He committed hard to everything he did. I mentioned it and was impressed that I'd picked up on the lowercase 'a' changing.
You are Morrissey and I claim my five pounds
I believe so. (That issue's also notable for having a cover illustration by Jamie Hewlett, long before Gorillaz.)
Yep. Amstrad Action was great. Same DNA.
Jesus. The problem is she had absolutely no interest in the Spectrum, she was 'just' an editor. Your Sinclair became "By the People, For the People" by the end.
Yes, it made me feel sick. And I may have burnt my bridges somewhat with RG at the time, when I was thinking about approaching them... (My bridges were mere embers at the end, I think.)
We did a couple of 14 hour days. I thought that was normal, being a wide-eyed 18 year old, but he had been pouring everything into YS for the last year of its life.
There's two sorts of people; people for whom he was a favourite writer, and wrong people.