Rachel's going to fuck us.

Caching is a cruel mistress.

I've probably said that before, but I can't remember whether I've said it before or not, because caching is a cruel mistress.

So many tree potatoes. They're everywhere.

Chrome. Hit F12 and start typing. Those keystrokes used to go into the console, right? I'm not imagining things...

And then some giant free-standing penis decided that instead, the initial focus should be in the search box.

So you type, nothing appears in the console, you focus the console, and carry on.

Then you're wondering why your api calls aren't in the network tab. Caching issues? Event handler crapping out? No, it's because that command you tried to enter ten minutes ago is still in the search box and being used as a filter.

Because someone decided to change the default focus.

As a wise man once said: "who the fuck was that? Who's the slimy little communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker who just signed his own death warrant?"

Why didn't anyone stop him? In the meeting where he suggested that, why didn't his colleagues grab him by the testicles and drag him out of the building?

Why?

Fuckers.

Austria is to Poland as a transistor is to a diode.

Malignant growth mindset.

The FCA is the financial services regulator in the UK.

Their website (handbook.fca.org.uk) makes use of an API with the hostname public-prod-api.azurewebsites.net and the certificate has no organisation information.

Also the JS has at least one "debugger" statement in it.

What is wrong with people?

If we set up our website like that, can we keep all of our regulatory permissions, or might some questions be asked about our horsemanship and pistol-shooting skills?

The artwork consists of the outline of a female torso: bold lines, felt tip on paper.

Within the outline, as if typed on an old typewriter, are a number of lines of free verse, celebrating the mystery and homoerotic frisson of male comradeship.

At the bottom of the outline, the eye is drawn to the true mystery of the piece: the artist has used his own signature to represent the woman's pubic hair.

The signature-as-pubes motif confronts us with multiple layers of meaning.

Is the artist taking ownership of the female form? Or taking credit for its beauty? Is he autographing it, as a famous cricketer might autograph a couple of balls and a helmet?

How are we to interpret his other works in light of this? Are we to see his signature as representing a lady garden everywhere it appears?

So the bastardising build pipeline finally runs. What I would like to do now, is to get GitHub, SQL Server, ChatGPT and CoPilot together in a room, along with the mothers who shat them into the world, and fuck all of them in the mouth with a very large and very unevenly shaped cassava.

Dr Pepper tastes like piss. What was I thinking?

It's the future. I've tried it.

There is never a valid reason for any UI component to respond to touch or click events until it has been visible for at least 500ms.

I'm going to hunt down copilot and cut off his piscololo.

Who's with me?

Login button appears twice. What the fuck. Is the component somehow being rendered twice? That doesn't even make sense. You'd still only get one button.

No, it's because at some point, by the miracle of AI, when I hit tab to accept some superficially useful edit, the bastard thing thought it would be a good idea to duplicate a few lines of code further down the screen.

Thank you, CoPilot. You cretinous son of a cheap backstreet whore.

Sam can take his Swiss Shop and shove it up his arse, complete with all the melted cheese, massive horns, and stupid little cows with bells on them.

Data is like a dildo.

No matter how thoroughly the person who gave it to you says they cleaned it, you're still going to want to clean it yourself.

The MDN docs for gradients in SVG include the word "hideous".

If you're adding a few bullet points to your CV, copilot offers to generate whole paragraphs of brazenly made-up shit.

And everyone seems to be fine with that.

Bugger me that's a big turtle.