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@Airports_ZA @ortambo_int Your domestic security checkpoint at OR Tambo is ridiculous. The scanners today beeped for most people. Security forced people to take off their shoes. If your machines deliver mostly false positives, they are practically useless.

Stop buying marinated meat

@Itsfoss Beyond stupid.

Some US states are proposing age verification for all operating systems including Linux. Your thoughts 👇

@pcgamer Beyond stupid

A new California law says all operating systems, including Linux, need to have some form of age verification at account setup pcgamer.com/software/opera…

@LundukeJournal When the ignorant write legislation.

Colorado Democrats have introduced new legislation which would require Operating Systems (such as Linux or Windows) to perform age verification at the system level. “Age Attestation on Computing Devices” (SB26-051) would: - Apply to all Operating Systems, Open Source or proprietary (Linux, FreeBSD, macOS, etc.). - Require the OS to set a user’s age upon account creation, and store that within the system. - Require the OS to provide an API for application developers to request an age (or “age bracket”) for the user. - Institute a $7,500 fine for “intentional violation” of the bill (which would include refusing to implement the age verification and API). This version of the bill does not indicate how the age of the user would be verified (outside of a good faith declaration of age). That language is currently vague and open to wide interpretation. leg.colorado.gov/bills/SB26-051

@cpt_depression_ Probably tik

What can I get for 7k per month in Cape Town

New Outlook sucks so much.

Depression is like the indifference you feel when McDonald's gets your order wrong.

Continuing to send emails to someone after you have received an out of office notice is the same as screaming into the void.

It was the 5th of January. We woke up early to drive from St Francis to Ballito after spending a magical holiday in the beautiful, quaint seaside town. We had been there for the festive season. We booked a place in the harbour. And spent every day on the beach. It was so special. Such a great holiday. We ate at all the restaurants. And drank all the wine. One night, we even ended up at a club. It was outside, under a marquee that had a very big bar and very loud music. I don’t remember much from that night. But the rest of our time there was filled with so much happiness. Because Andrew had some work in Durbs, the kids and I would get an extra couple of days. A holiday after a holiday. So we left St Francis on the 5th of January for more sun. More sea. More food. More drinks. But no club (as we didn’t have a babysitter with us in KZN). Andrew had also bought me my first MacBook that Christmas. It was white. And it had a specific smell. An Apple smell. I can’t explain it. But that would start my journey into writing. I took it to the pool. And the beach. And I think, even to bed. Durban was spectacular. We had the most incredible time. Maxine even, somehow, convinced me to do the big swing at the stadium. It was awful. I didn’t enjoy that. But the rest of it was so much fun. We did all the things. We swam in the sea. And stayed up late watching movies. And went to cricket games. And lay by the pool for hours. On the 9th of January, we made our way back home. To Joburg. With happy holiday hearts. We all had to get back to work (and school), so it made sense. On the 11th, I got a phone call that my dad was in hospital. He had “really bad flu”. It took me an hour to get to him, but by that time, we were told it was Malaria. He was on a lot of meds. And in ICU. But none of us believed it was serious. How could it be? Malaria is not “that” bad. The nurses and doctors were all so reassuring. Looking back now, I guess they have to be. Hope is a powerful force. And needed in hospitals. We spent a couple of hours there. My family and I. We spent some time with my dad but mostly sat in the waiting room speaking about our holidays. We were all laughing. And chatting. Spending quality time together. I kissed my dad goodbye. And told him that I would see him the next day. He was sleeping. And hooked up to meds. And on oxygen. But he was going to be okay. I just knew it. How could he not be? Malaria is not that bad. And my birthday was just days away. Nothing bad ever happens on birthdays. I went home. Climbed into bed. Said a little prayer. And slept. On the 12th of January, my dad died. I hate this time of year because I relive it. And I feel like I am scratching at a wound that should have already healed. It’s been 15 years. And yet, I’m still here. I’m still waiting for tomorrow. To see my dad again. My relationship with him has changed so much over the years. Even though he’s not here. I talk to him. And I show him things. And celebrate with him. And I get angry with him. And I have fights with him. And I cry because of him. And I miss him. More than anything, I miss what could have been. It was the 5th of January. A date that once meant packed bags, salt in my hair, sunburnt shoulders and that delicious feeling of having nowhere to be. A date that carried laughter, long lunches, too much wine, sandy feet and late nights. A date that lived lightly in my memory. Until it didn’t. It is now a date that ignites my horrible relationship with my grief. It usually starts around now and intensifies as I get closer to the 12th. It’s like I’m still in that waiting room. 15 years ago, everything I understood about time, certainty and “I’ll see you tomorrow” was dismantled. I learnt, very abruptly, that time is not something we own. It is something we are loaned. And the loan can be called in without warning. No countdown. No closing credits. No moment where someone taps you on the shoulder and whispers, “Just so you know, this part matters the most.” I learnt that love does not end when someone leaves. It just changes shape. And I learnt that there is a dangerous arrogance in assuming there will always be a next time. Another call. Another visit. Another tomorrow. So if I can offer anything at the start of this year, it is this: Be kinder. To yourself and each other. Say the thing. Make the call. Sit a little longer. Be present, even when it’s inconvenient. Especially when it’s inconvenient. Don’t rush past the ordinary moments. They are doing the heavy lifting. Love louder. Forgive quicker. And don’t postpone happiness or connection for a “better time”. Life can change in a week. Overnight. In a single moment. It was the 5th of January. I left St Francis to make my way to say goodbye to my dad. Now I know that some dates don’t just mark time. They divide a life into the before and after. And just in case no one is tapping you on the shoulder… I need you to know, right now, this exact moment, this part… it matters the most. Go do the thing. Okay. Love you. Bye.

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate except HR, Steve Hofmeyr and The United States of America

Microsoft has set a goal to “eliminate every line of C and C++ from Microsoft by 2030.” What are they going to try to replace that C & C++ code with? You guessed it. Rust. And they’re going to use AI to do the “Rust re-write” at an insane speed. “Our strategy is to combine AI *and* Algorithms to rewrite Microsoft’s largest codebases. Our North Star is “1 engineer, 1 month, 1 million lines of code”. You read that right. One million lines of code, per engineer, per month. Pure insanity. This kind of decision making is common among those with a deeply held, delusional faith in the Cult of Rust. Take battle tested code, and re-write it (without a clear benefit to the end user) at a recklessly rapid rate. Then force others to adopt that rewritten code before it is ready or properly tested. All while holding a delusional belief that your new Rust code is superior in all ways, and is inherently bug free thanks to the divine nature of Rust. We learned this from a post by Galen Hunt, Distinguished Engineer at Microsoft Research. linkedin.com/posts/galenh_p…

If only the entire Floods were in the style of the outro.

Agree or nah?

@Wellutwt 😂

Portugalies after one day of marriage

One always picks the most difficult time to quit a bad habit.

Everyone thinks they are the exception to the rule. Things you see happening around you will never happen to you. Until it does. Then it's the end of the world.

@BarneySimon How much did you lose?

Online gambling must go! Thoughts?

@TheCinesthetic Nah. It was boring.

TASK might be HBO’s best crime show since True Detective Season One

@WrldOFNature Lobola

A group of cows is called what?