#women in cs

[packetpixie]

pro tip for programmers - how to alias

hey, so you know that annoying thing that happens when you're coding, and you need to run/test the same program 100 times in a row, so you end up typing "python3 testScriptWithASuperLongName.py" into the terminal about 80,000 times?

well, there's a better way! it's called aliasing :D

in your bash shell (or zsh, or whatever shell you use, but bash is the default on VSCode and most people on tumblr use VSCode, so I'm using bash as the default to explain this concept) you can set an alias, essentially a shortcut command, that runs longer commands.

(yes you can just use the up arrow key to re-run the same command, but sometimes you're typing other things into the terminal too and you don't feel like hitting the up arrow key four times in a row, and also this is just a cool and useful tip to get comfortable with aliasing so shhhh)

so, in your terminal shell, just type this:

alias run="python3 testScriptWithASuperLongName.py"

now, you can run that entire super long command, just by typing the word "run" into your terminal. Here's a screenshot of an example on my computer to make it make more sense:

in this example, i just created a simple python file that contains one line of code: print("it works!")

then, as you can see, by setting the alias to run, i can now run that file, runningatestscript.py, simply with the command 'run'.

the best part is, this alias is temporary - it only lasts as long as your shell session is open. so once you close the terminal, the run alias is cleared and you can set it again next time to any file or task you're currently working on, to save yourself a lot of typing, typos, and time.

so if you want to, you can get in the habit of always setting a run alias in the VSCode terminal for whichever file you're working with as soon as you get everything open. that way, when you need to run the same file 50 million times, you have a super easy way of doing it! you can even set it to a single letter if you want to go for maximum speed, but i prefer to use whole short words, because they're easy for me to remember.

note: if you do want to set an alias to work for all sessions, you can simply add it to your ./bashrc file. this is a common way to automate repeatable tasks, and simply to set easier-to-remember commands for terminal commands that are really complicated/confusing/hard to remember.

for example, i saved the alias checkboot="[ -d /sys/firmware/efi ] && echo 'UEFI mode' || 'BIOS mode'" into my zshrc file (zsh equivalent of bashrc file). this way, no matter how many times i rebooted my machine, i would always be able to quickly check which boot mode was running by simply typing 'checkboot'.

yesterday i was updating my boot mode from BIOS to UEFI on my very old machine that is technically compatible with UEFI, but not configured for it by default. So it was extremely helpful and saved me the time and headache of having to remember and type that long-ass command a thousand times in between many different reboots and new shells.

if you have any tasks like that, or terminal commands that you know would be useful to you, but you can never remember them when you need them, i highly recommend getting comfortable with aliasing! it can be super useful to simply set custom aliases for all the commands you don't want to remember, so that you can automate things away and not have to worry about so much linux syntax all the time when you're tring to focus on programming.

i know this may seem like a simple tip to some, but i only learned about it recently and it's been extremely helpful to integrate into my workflow and customize my OS with! so i thought it might be worthwhile to some people if i share :) hope it helps!

#codeblr #linux #hacker #compsci #hack the planet #hacking #studyblr #coding #progblr #programmer #programming #women in tech #women in stem #women in computing #women in cs #comp sci #coding tips #programming tips #software development #software developers #vscode

[riaki]

after party | satoru gojo x reader

gojo wanted to help you prepare a friendsgiving dinner, but he's a little tired n a lot tipsy.

cw: non curse au, everyones alive, shoko typical smoking, drinking, you’re married to gojo wc: 3.3k

this was supposed to be short but it just spiraled n i kind of hate it b i technically posted on the 23rd so it counts !! not proofread!

business dinners with satoru are exhausting, to say the least—you start the day early to the scent of coffee through a filter and a fresh breeze through your open window, sending your husband off to work with a hug and a kiss—maybe a promise of more if he pulls the 'five more minutes!' on you.

this one is special, though; old friends from freely youthful highschool days gathered around your dinner table on the mats of your living room floor catching up over cans of beer cold with condensation, the sound of can tabs popping and the fizzling of bubbly spirits over tables of warm food in tin containers.

geto, the tall man with dark hair and gauges, talks about how his two daughters are adjusting to city life, occasionally interrupted by cheerful brightness never dampened by adult years from haibara, an apprenticing entrepeneur under nanami who's got a thing for girls with big appetites. shoko and utahime are having a drinking contest, and mei mei's too occupied with her phone; checking stocks as her tacky nails click against the glass screen.

satoru can't cook. there's a reason why he always buys takeout when you're too busy to provide or you've already gone to sleep— he should be the picture perfect husband, because you deserve that and everything more. his only (self-perceived) flaws are his lack of alcohol tolerance and his inability to master the frying pan.

you always tell him he doesn't have to be a michelin chef— but with the way he's constantly sneaking a chocolate graham cracker from your muji snack bag or snagging the sour gummy between your teeth from your lips, he feels like he should compensate. so on this special november evening, when the hum of the city life outside your balcony gets drowned out by the cheerful mirth of a warm dinner table, he had decided to help you.

the warm kitchen had become a foodstained disaster— but with tearful round eyes and a hand tugging on your shirt, you'd resigned to helping him conquer the task of simple packaged noodles and soft-boiled eggs. he'd cut his finger— even the most capable teacher found his shortcomings against a blunt kitchen knife. needless to say you'd peppered it with kisses before wrapping a rainbow hello kitty bandaid around it.

and that brings you to the present: the result of your extensively hard work; a few soggy noodles collected at the bottom of porcelain bowls painted red on the insides in a lukewarm puddle of soup, full stomachs and a loose and welcoming atmosphere. you wouldn't trade it for the world.

you're fishing a pickled radish slice out of your bowl when satoru leans over, removing the arm that was snaked around your shoulder to drape himself on your lap, lying down on the floor with his knees propped up and his soft cloud-white hair sprawled over your thighs. geto makes a distasteful face when satoru's black socks brush against his leg. across the table, shoko knocks shoulders with utahime as she lights a cigarette; the latter's face flushes as smoke drifts past her lightly flushed face into the open window city night air overhead.

"hey, you. what's up?" you asked softly, chuckling to yourself as you set your chopsticks atop the rim of your bowl, leaning back on your arms to look down at him. he adjusts himself a little, wiggling on your lap as you caught a whiff of his beer breath and scrunch your nose.

"hiii, baby," he drawls, giggling a little to himself. his smooth, usually playful voice took on that deep tone he used whenever he was being serious, and it sent an involuntary shiver down your spine, so you hugged him closer and ran a hand through his soft white hair, brushing your fingers against the black cloth of his blindfold. "what'cha doing?"

"i was eating. you put too much pepper in the broth, 'toru." you smiled softly, tracing the line of his jaw slowly with one finger in the way you knew he liked so much; it was obvious from the way he sighed contentedly and tilted his head into your palm. whether it be from that unfathomably sweet smile or the tender way you held his face in your delicate hands, that was up to him to ponder. next to you, haibara makes a joke— something about mei mei's stocks, and she quips a snarky retort that has him laughing raucously while nanami makes a face.

"i tried!" he protests, almost a whine as he sighs; a hand sneaks up to lift the edge of his blindfold up so his eyes meet yours, and you're left breathless. it catches you off guard every time— those endless pools of swirling blue that stare straight through you, sifting through your thoughts like a scholar annotating an open book, all heart-shaped sticky notes and bright highlighters when it came to thinking about him.

"not hard enough, clearly. but it's okay; we'll do better next time."

he just frowns again at that, sticking out his lower lip in a little pout that makes your heart squeeze. your stomach is full with noodles and broth; you don't think you could stomach another bite if you tried, and you're not one to drink especially if everyone else is. so, you let yourself indulge a little— snake a hand on the back of satoru's neck and tilt him up until he's sitting halfway up and you can easily meet his lips in a kiss.

he reciprocates immediately, hungry like he was waiting for you; you notice that he hasn't eaten much of his food yet, so maybe he was. or maybe he knows how bad it is. either way, his tongue darts out from his parted lips to flick against your own for a moment, before he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip and draws out a teasing whine that you have to stifle because "we have company, 'toru," you have to breath as a reminder. he just laughs breathily against your lips, tasting like bitter beer and buttery vanilla as he shifts to practically sit on top of you, hands on your shoulders as his thumbs brush over your collarbone where the edge of your shirt fails to cover tantalizing skin; he's taller and eventually ends up bringing the both of you toppling down onto the mats.

your back hits the floor and a little gasp leaves your winded lungs— but satoru eagerly catches it with his lips and swallows it, like he's intent on getting drunken off his ass from you (as if he wasn't already tipsy) when he smashes his swollen lips to yours again. your hair is splayed out against the tatami mats like you're trapped in some marine watercolor painting, and for a split second satoru thinks if mermaids were real you'd be the most angelic he'd ever seen as his calloused fingers curl into the strands.

you're about to hook a leg around his waist when a shout catches your ear and you part lips with a gasp, sucking in greedy breaths as satoru promptly sits on your stomach. you let out a stuffed oomph from his weight, and watch as he slides his blindfold back on to look over at the rest of the table who're staring at the two of you like they're watching some forbidden steamy movie scene that's meant to be shielded from children's eyes.

“don’t kiss him while he’s drunk. it’s like rewarding a brat for bad behavior,” shoko says. you sit up with much effort, straining under satoru’s weight as you reach up to grab his shoulders. you miss, but he takes your hands and pulls you up, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from falling back down as you rest your head on his shoulder. utahime has her arms lazily draped over shoko; you assume she’s drunk from that, but if you were to inspect her for long enough you’d notice her can of beer was almost completely full.

“oh, i guess you’re right.” you remarked, frowning a little and biting the inside of your cheek as you pull away from satoru and glance at him. all of the sudden he looks like he’s ready to keel over; the shadows beneath his eyes are reinforced by the alcohol in his system and it looks like he’ll need to tape his eyes open lest he passes out right on top of you. you want to avoid that, so you gently push him off, sighing to yourself.

“don’t listen to her, sweetheart. you can kiss me all you want,” he smirks, a flash of pearly white teeth that would’ve been on your neck a moment ago if not for the interruption. you just shake your head with a breathless laugh, giving him a quick flick to the forehead. before you can pull away, though— he catches your hand, bringing your wrist to his glossy pink lips and giving your pulse a quick peck. “no, she has a point.” you hummed. overhead, the light flickers a little; a moth that had flown in through the window danced about the bulb. the faint sound of car horns filters through the window along with the breeze, recycled laughter and lively chatter from bars a few stories down carried in the cool wind.

you mill about for another twenty minutes or so, content to just listen in as old friends shared anecdotes and funny stories from separate paths of life; you soon learned that nanami was planning on moving to malaysia, and shoko was due to renew her medical license this year. the beer cans built up, mixed in with crumpled napkins that had penned doodles on the rough surface and paper chopstick wrappers. somewhere along the line, satoru had fallen asleep— you had to push his unfinished ramen bowl out of the way before he knocked his head against the wooden table and spilt his meal. you frowned a little at the sight of it— you knew he'd complain about his soaked noodles and limp seaweed sheets later on. you found yourself slinging one of your jackets over his shoulders, fingers lingering over his neck, where the scratchy hair of his undercut met soft warm skin.

soon enough, dishes are piling up in the sink and calling your name; the kids see themselves home via train station, spouting something about a late night pit stop in sendai for the mochi that 'our teacher likes so much'. you consider asking them to bring some back for satoru, but you decide you'll enjoy a laugh when he tells you about how he went to school the next morning to find out for himself, and the stab of hurt that will pierce his full heart in two when he hears the news. even then, you have to shush them as they show themselves out; you can tell from the way satoru's eyebrows knit together beneath his blindfold and the pinch of his jaw that he doesn't appreciate the noise, no matter how blacked out.

the conversation dies down a little, and soon enough, everyone takes their leave one by one. it's only when you settle back down after cleaning up the bowls and putting away the cups that satoru stirs, waking up with a mumble and a huff. his hair is a disheveled mess, and there are sleep lines on his face, but he's still handsome as ever.

"baby?" his voice is hoarse with sleep and dehydration. there's a dull ache between his eyes, feeling like he'd just ran a circle around the world. you answer from the kitchen, calling his name. it's late; past midnight now. the window's still open and satoru's can of beer is still on the table, almost completely empty.

"how long did i sleep? shit, did everyone go home? 'm sorry," he groans, standing up and stretching his arms out. his shirt rides up on his shoulders, exposing the arch of his hip just above the edge of his pants. "don't worry, 'toru." you hummed, washing your hands in the sink as you look over at him. he just nods, grabbing the can and crumpling it in his hands before tossing it in the trash.

"you okay? got a headache?" you asked as he walked over to you, careful not to hit his head on the arch that connected the living room to the kitchen. when you'd first moved in with him, you had to pin a strip of bright yellow caution tape to remind him to duck his head. you smiled as you reminisced over late nights, tucked in his arms as he mused about demolishing the wall there just so he could be rid of the bruise on his temple. then again, as long as you were waiting for him to kiss it better at the end of his nine to five, he didn't mind.

he nods, and watches as an easy smile stretches across your lips; they look infuriatingly kissable under the warm glow of the hazy kitchen light, shining off the porcelain cups in the sink. he leans against the kitchen counter, cold marble feeling through the thin fabric of his shirt as you take his leftovers from the fridge and heat them up in the microwave, standing before the black glass as you watch the little plate spin inside.

there's something about moments like these; so sweet and easy with you after everyone's taken the last train home and all that's left are empty beer cans and extra bowls in the dishwasher for two people with matching rings on their fingers to take care of.

he walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your chin. he smiles when he feels your hand cup his cheek, and he turns his head instinctively to meet your lips in a slow, sweet kiss; a muscle memory tango between familiar lovers. when he pulls away to catch his breath, tongue swiping across his bottom lip, you're already there with your fingers, pulling his blindfold down to rest around his neck and gently rubbing the spot beside his eyes, alleviating the tension behind them. it's unspoken moments like these that he loves the most in your relationship. making a mess in your kitchen is a close second.

it's a slow, easy night after a special get-together when the microwave beeps and you take his noodles out, bringing them to the table as you sit down next to him and rest your head on his shoulder, letting him tuck you into his side as he gets a bit of breaded tonkotsu crumbs on his cheek and insists you wipe them off for him like he's some oversized baby. you wash some cherries in a green plastic bowl, competing to see who can spit the pits into the trashcan without missing. in the end, he lost the game of rock paper scissor and was resigned to pick up the missed pits on the floor.

he's still wearing your jacket like a cape and even though it's far too small for him, he insists on keeping it with him when you go out onto your balcony to finish the last of a bottle of sake together, listening to the melody of the wind in the trees that line the sidewalk and the permeating hustle and bustle of the city, even when it's so late at night it could be considered early morning.

he swipes the cold bottle from your hands, finishing the last drops from the matte glass before letting it dangle between your fingers. and you're expecting it when he catches your arm to pull you into another kiss; he tastes like peaches and wine and a little bit of soup broth. it's slow, and easy, because being with him has always felt as natural as breathing, and being with you has made it easier for him to breathe, like the iron weight on his lungs melts away in the face of your unconditional warmth and care. the cool wind blows your hair in front of your face, and he laughs that charming boyish giggle as he tucks it behind your ears and scoops you up in his arms.

"i don't like sharing you with a sake bottle," you said, pointedly looking at the glass in his hand. he just grins, looking down at you for a moment. he can almost see it again; you, in that gorgeous white wedding cloth. he was carrying you bridal style in the same way now, when you'd decided to grow old together and host special business dinners as a couple in your shared apartment.

"don't worry, love. you're sweeter than any spritz," he laughs, stepping inside again and closing the door behind him.

it's routine, and it's easy, getting ready for bed with him, laughing when he pushes his hair back with a headband, looking like a pretty little princess. you suggest him getting a mullet, and he shushes you by shoving your toothbrush on your tongue, getting a mouthful of mint. the warm water rushes over your fingers before you dry yourself off, wiping your face and putting the towel away only to be met with the equal warmth of his lips on your forehead, peppering you with kisses.

you slip into the covers, still pleasantly cold as you watch satoru sit up and take his shirt off. he lets you peel the rainbow bandaid on his finger off, tossing it in the trash before pulling you into his arms, right where you belong the closest to his heart. "don't cut yourself like that again, okay?"

"it was an accident, baby." he chuckles, and you just roll your eyes. he reaches over to ruffle your hair affectionately and makes a joke about having you suck his blood like a vampire, tooting about how sweet it would be. "besides, i don't need to be careful if you're there to patch me up, pretty. shoko has nothing on you!"

he plays with your hair as you catch him up to the conversations he'd slept away; mei mei had left early when you'd given him your jacket to envelope him in your scent, muttering something about cheap perfume and worthless soggy noodles. he likes to play with your jewelry, you notice— fiddles with the ring on your finger, cupping your hands in his palm as he tucks his face into the back of your neck.

at one point, he asks you to do his hair, so you oblige, rolling him over onto his stomach and clambering on top of his waist. you braid his white strands into cute little pigtails best as you could manage as he tells you about his dream; something about harassing nanami in malaysia and a sunset kiss under crystal clear beach water. it sounds nice, and when you're done with his hair you find it easier to just massage his shoulders and listen to the smooth droning of his voice.

soon enough, you're both warmer than the lukewarm buzz of beer in your veins, and he doesn't remember if he fell asleep first or not, but the gentle melody of your voice haunts him in his dazed sleep as he curls around you.

business dinners really are exhausting— he's left wondering how you pull it off the morning after when he's hungover and the cut on his finger is infected— clearly, the hello kitty bandaid wasn't enough to cut it. the only reasoning that he explains to you as you take your morning shower together, fingers running through your hair, is that you didn't kiss it enough. maybe that's why his soup had too much pepper and he didn't know how to cut the cucumbers.

he's still an amateur, so he'll leave the cooking to you. maybe next time he'll pretend the takeout he grabbed on his way home from school was handmade, though he doubts his friends will ever believe him, or his students after he demands they buy him kikufuku as compensation for leaving him out the night before.

ignore the ep that came out today! everyone’s alive and well. trust my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

#ty for 200 followers it’s been a month n i cried a lil bit :’3 happy thanksgiving if u celebrate! ily <3 #btw muji is a japanese retail/stationary store!! they also sell rlly yummy snacks #i think gojo would enjoy going into the women’s underwear section #AND. and bringing u a gigantic bra that’s way too big #just for kicks n giggles cs he’s weird like that #idk y i was pushing #utahime and shoko sm but i was lol #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x you #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #billet-doux #me write anyone else but gojo challenge (impossible) #- rs !

[wallf1ower]

I’ve been kinda dead on here… I’ve just been crazy busy. This is partly why:

I’m going back to school!! Studying computer science & information systems. I’m definitely nervous about going back to school, but it’s time. And, I truly do love computer science, so I’m excited to study it :]

I Even made myself this sticker so I can get it printed and put it on my laptop, in honour of this new chapter of my life, and I thought some of you might get a kick out of it too. This one’s for you, studyblr:

(Art advice definitely appreciated. I don’t actually know how to draw 😅)

I’ll post an update pic once it’s arrived and on my laptop! :]

#codeblr #programming #programmer #coding #cs studyblr #studyblr #study blr #studyinspo #study blog #science #stem #stemblr #stemeducation #women in stem #stem studyblr #stem academia #stem student #stem learning #stem toys #stem sticker #stickers #women in tech #programmer things #progblr #programmers are my people fr #my art #my artwork #my art stuff #my art <3 #my art tag

[pastry3]

wanted to draw chaos sonic in a dress

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#chaos sonic #metal sonic #transfem chaos sonic #love her sm #chaos and metal being t4t #cs and ms are the same height to me #but cs being taller would be awesome #tall women fr #robotnik prism

[stringeddoll]

studying for a midterm i have on system analysis tomorrow !! :3

#coding #codeblr #programming #progblr #studyblr #comp sci #learn to code #studying #computer science studyblr #cs studyblr #compblr #compsciblr #computer science #woman in stem #women in computing #studyspo #langblr #study #study motivation #studyspiration #new studyblr #study blog #bookblr #100 days of productivity #compsci studyblr #codetober #tech #100 days of code #100daysofcode #study challenge

[the-cs-oc-archives]

how much longer till your luck runs out? how much longer till the show goes south? how much longer till we all fall down?

#being MEAN to her :( god forbid women do anything #no context just have carmen shouting at heera <3 #carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego oc #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #cs oc #heera cs #heera akkineni

[footnoteinhistory]

"I’m curious. Which of you had the bright idea, 'Hey, let’s just defy Carl Sack!'" JOHN LARROQUETTE as Carl Sack BOSTON LEGAL 4.05 "Hope and Glory"

#he's definitely the best senior partner to have as a boss right. like he's a hard ass but (even lust aside) I'd rather work for him #than denny (duh) or even shirley. loveeeee shirley but she can be. harsh esp on other women! #carl is such a strong mentor in this ep he REALLY wants his team to succeed. even when they are defying him lollll #cs* #john larroquette #* #boston legal #there are some danny boy fielding expressions in these scenes :-)

[college-cryptids]

decry the works of lewis and tolkien as sexist all you want because 'there's no women in them' or whatever, which isn't even true but fine, just know that like. you're wrong. quality over quantity. every single woman in their works from nienna and miriel and arwen to polly and susan and aravis all have a purpose in their respective stories and are a brilliant example of what writing good women looks like, much more so than many of these modern stories that we're getting now. because instead of just shoehorning women into every possible corner of their work, and then settling for paper-thin caricatures of "strong women" (i use this term very loosely; most of these characters are much closer to caricatures of Macho Men™ than actual women) the women in tolkien and lewis are important to the people around them, they each serve an important role in their stories and most of all, they are permitted to be women. how many women do you know who are Super Strong, all the time, and who never allow themselves to express discomfort beyond frustration at the designated Feminist Issue of the week? now, consider something else. how many women do you know who struggle in childbirth, who become something of a second mother to their younger siblings when their parents are unable to be there, who ultimately find more fulfillment in their own womanhood than they ever would in a life like that which hollywood promotes now, a life of rampant misandry and pent-up frustration? the women of lewis and tolkien's respective works are not center stage all the time, that much is true. but why must that be a bad thing when every moment that they are given is incredibly, intensely valuable to them and to the narrative itself? quality over quantity. and these stories, written by old men in the forties, offer a much better picture of good female characters than most of what we are getting now that claims to do the same.

#tolkien #cs lewis #narnia #text post #lotr #the hobbit #i'd rather slay the witch king of angmar than watch another movie about a Strong Woman who never emotes but whatever #women in fiction

[chemicalarospec]

look as someone with medium sized soft breasts it really bothers me when people portray bras as Evil Tools of Oppression that you will chose to frequently forgo once you're (a) Liberated (Woman). I wear a bra every day not because like. men tell me to. or like. i don't want my unfairly sexualized nips to show.

I wear a bra every day because it gives me support. Because otherwise I can't jump without it hurting -- any movement that makes my breasts swing makes the skin stretch, which can be a little painful. I wear a bra (or binder) every day because it makes clothes fit comfortably and I like the way it makes my body look. Going without a bra is not comfortable for me -- for one reason, I don't like wearing pajamas all day long and not wearing a bra puts me in that mentality, but in the same way I enjoy dressing up, I enjoy wearing a bra. (Edit: originally I forgot but they also stop me from feeling my sweaty skin stick together! big win!) But even regardless, my bra is a bag for my two hanging sacks of fat on my chest; it's convenient.

(PS: If your bra hurts, it's too small. Wear it looser or get a bigger one!)

#feminism #bras #sexism #women's clothing #i have a bunch of bras but one i wear the most bc the others all have small problems. #last time i went shopping i was extra small and bought Cs?? but i can't wear them half the time lol #I said this #one thing i don't appreciate about modern feminism is like. not considering where something might have come from. #it's sort of a trend i see in general #do u really think they invented deoderant for hairless skin and for hairy skin and then separated them into men's and women's #or did they develope two products separately and refine them according to the needs of the target users of each #bras didn't like. spawn into the world with the patriarchy. they are a fashion garment -- an undergarment designed to serve a purpose. #before bras we had corsets. unrelated but I WOULD wear a corset. idk what the oppurtunity would be but if someone challenged me to wear a #corset for a month if they got me the perfect-fit corset i would do it and i think i would love it #also unrelated but if it was like anywhere near the realm of normality i would wear gloves a lot lol

[notpoet06]

Discrete Math Conversation

Teacher: how’s the problem set going over here?

Me: it’s going.

Friend 1: no, it’s not.

Friend 2: it’s not going at all, actually. Help

#life #idk #lol #computer science #school #school work #math #mathematics #cs major #math major #math memes #women in stem #stem #i tagged all of the college stuff but this is actually a high school class #high school #college #ap classes

[futurebird]

Making 32 bespoke hand crafted bits.

Hand made bits are so much nicer than store-bought bits.

In the early days of woven core memory they sent it off to women to weave because the dudes took one look at it and thought “this is girl stuff like sewing and weaving”

I find this hilarious.

Here is a link (cued to the time where it starts) of the best and most clear explanation of how core memory works. Reading & writing a bit has many steps!

I always felt there was something poetic about how one must destroy this kind of memory in order to read it. Observation is never passive... to observe a system is to change it...

#core memory #ferrite core #arduino #arduino shield #bits and bytes #computer memory #CS #computer history #women's history #weaving #textiles #textile arts #fiber crafts #soldering #electronics

[deeisace]

new coworker: so do you have a boyfriend?

me: no?

NC: why's that?

me: uhhh cs I don't .... fancy it?

NC: so what do you do after work?

#aromantic #hm. #someone save me from this cishet guy #yesterday he made a joke 'well you have to ask these days don't you' #cs some customer's address come up with two accounts under a stereotypical men's and women's name each #ughhh

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

alright girls (gender neutral) the good news is rachel is AT the library to write, the bad news is the vending machines are NOT working

#my emotional support chips and drink combo............ #it's fine at least we're writing the queer women all meeting up in the woods........ #sunless ground is lucky I needed a mental break from CS bc it is getting soooo written lately........... #not that jeremiah did anything wrong but I want to feel 100% present writing that bc like..... I won't write another jeremiah story again #(I say) #so it's like a once in a lifetime thing etccccccc (so funny bet I'm writing another one next month)

[nelove22]

PORTUGUESE LEAGUE CUP 2023/24 | QUARTER FINALS - SECOND LEG

Canal 11 (unofficial link) | YouTube Canal 11 (link)

(All matches are in Portugal time)

#women's football #futbol femenino #futfem #frauen fussball #woso #women's portuguese league cup #women's portuguese league cup matchday #racing power fc #famalicao feminino #cs maritimo feminino #sporting feminino #valadares gaia fc #braga feminino #ouriense feminino #benfica feminino

[automatonkisser]

apparently there is another businessman dottore card and i need the full high-res version right now literally NEED IT i'm about to go fucking crazy in here

#the official twitter account can upload seven million artworks of the women in bikinis and also columbine f**t p*cs but not this ok. #ok i see how it is (<- homophobia) #it's literally pride month c'mon. i need this #r: dottore ⚙️

[mildew-dread-mold]

me (computer science student) asking my friend (humanities major) arithmetic problems (what’s 2^18, what’s 76-12, what’s 1207/18, etc) 🤝 my friend (aforementioned) asking me (me) how to do in text citations

#symbiotic relationship #the reason he is not in a quantitative science and i am btw. is feminism #hashtag women in stem hashtag women in cs hashtag