Ergo, there’s some slavery in the programming ranks.
Ergo, there’s some slavery in the programming ranks.
The nerdiest debate is “What is the nerdiest debate?” Because in said debate of debates, you have to debate the actual nerdiness of all of the other debates, which means going full nerd and taking semi-sides in those other debates. The debate of debates requires the single most amount of nerd knowledge that it wins.
I’ve never even understood why that’s a debate. Not because one is clearly better than the other, but because they make no sense to compare. They both are “Star ____” and take place in space and that’s supposed to be enough to fight over? Like, they’re both great. They are very different properties with very different…
1.) Tab
1G=G in ViM. Unless you’re coding Python. Let’s see you try that without indents!
one of my friends doesn’t use either... ... ... or even newlines. He just makes one single continuous line. He is a monster.
Yup, that is what I do! Saves me an extra space click, makes me way more productive. But then I waste all that extra time replying to comments on Gizmodo.
Don’t most IDEs have settings that can automatically convert tabs to spaces?
Also, totally confirmed.
4 am, no witnesses, and wont turn over the device, I would thoroughly and slowly investigate this.
Supposing he’s got a pointed stick?
Depends if you inhale or not.
Slippery slope, there are a ton of devices with lithium ion batteries. If they did that it probably would not stop with e-sigs.
A very big percentage of the population drives and car crashes are tracked. Far less people smoke and I doubt everyone is reporting their e-sig explosions due to fear of public embarrassment.
omg I’m just reading your other threads.... you get TWO bows, sir.
LOL I sheepishly take everything back and bow in deference. Well done.
Well, this isn’t an e-cig that exploded. It was the battery that belongs in an e-cig. A battery sitting in a pocket with keys, loose change, etc will do what any battery will with exposed contacts. It will short itself.
This is a dystopian short story waiting to happen, where people sell their bodies to opiorphin dealers who hook up Giger-like gadgets to their mouths and suck out their vital saliva to sell on the street.
People always have the urge to swallow the excessive spit being produced before something horrible happens. It's the stereotypical "gulp" before getting your ass kicked, or driving into a brick wall, or before the bomb explodes.