had a strange dream last night about a parking lot - a stop on a road trip - filled with seemingly familiar stores that weren't quite right. The Maverick was filled with official-looking computer terminals rather than shelves of merchandise, though there was a checkout counter with an employee who sold me an unidentified item. the Subway sold me a sandwich, but it was perhaps the most difficult sandwich i've ever obtained. the girl at the counter was very against giving me mustard, and when it was done, they didn't wrap it or anything, just tossed it on the counter for me to figure out what to do with.
the whole time, i was dealing with some sort of side quest where i had to get ten dollars for this guy - he was going to give me something i needed if i could get ten dollars from his boss so that he could buy a milkshake. at the back of the "Subway," i found his boss, who thought it was so cute i was doing this fetch quest that he handed the money over no problem. then i walked back across the now darkening parking lot into a blue building full of picnic tables, handed the guy his money, sat at a table with my dad and some other friends and family, and woke up.
I had a tattoo client ask if I ever used AI to design tattoos for me. Man I spent the better part of a decade doing shitty bit work as a graphic designer and now that I have the space to do whatever I want, I'm gonna let the computer generate random garbage for me? What next should I have a computer that eats my dinner and fucks my wife?
the idea that restrooms, locker rooms, etc need to be single-sex spaces in order for women to be safe is patriarchy's way of signalling to men & boys that society doesn't expect them to behave themselves around women. it is directly antifeminist. it would be antifeminist even if trans people did not exist. a feminist society would demand that women should be safe in all spaces even when there are men there.
Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1
The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.
So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.
So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.
Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.
And the probe is working again.
From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.