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  1. try:
    pycon.ticket()
    except SoldOutError:
    regret()

    Don't test the exception. Grab your PyCon Netherlands ticket today. 🐍🎟️
    #PyConNL #Python #try #except

  2. EXCEPT vs NOT EXISTS?!

    EXCEPT removes rows from first set! It's like subtraction for result sets. NOT EXISTS does similar but differently. This set operation will confuse you!

    #sql #sqltricks #except #notexists #setdifference #sqlweird #sqlquiz #codingchallenge #sqlshorts #sqlwtf #setoperations #advancedsql

    youtube.com/watch?v=Nmnw6rkvzHI

  3. EXCEPT vs NOT EXISTS?!

    EXCEPT removes rows from first set! It's like subtraction for result sets. NOT EXISTS does similar but differently. This set operation will confuse you!

    #sql #sqltricks #except #notexists #setdifference #sqlweird #sqlquiz #codingchallenge #sqlshorts #sqlwtf #setoperations #advancedsql

    youtube.com/watch?v=Nmnw6rkvzHI

  4. Toán tử EXCEPT trong SQL Server: Tìm Hiểu và Áp Dụng

    Toán tử EXCEPT trong SQL Server: Tìm Hiểu và Áp Dụng #SQLServer #EXCEPT #SQL #Database #Programming 1. Toán tử EXCEPT là gì? Toán tử `EXCEPT` trong SQL Server được dùng để trả về tất cả các hàng duy nhất xuất hiện trong câu lệnh `SELECT` đầu tiên nhưng *không* xuất hiện trong câu lệnh `SELECT` thứ hai. Nói một cách đơn giản, nó giúp bạn tìm những bản ghi "có trong tập hợp A nhưng không có trong tập hợp B".

    bietduoc.io.vn/2025/05/26/toan

  5. This seemed like a good idea at the time: The Shadows' "Rhythm & Greens" (c. 1964), except it gets faster every time they sing "Yeah Baby!"

    They sing "Yeah Baby!" a *lot*

    #music #except #mp3

  6. This seemed like a good idea at the time: The Shadows' "Rhythm & Greens" (c. 1964), except it gets faster every time they sing "Yeah Baby!"

    They sing "Yeah Baby!" a *lot*

    #music #except #mp3

  7. Dear Friends of #afternoon tea, ​:anarchy:​

    There I was yesterday (this is a true story), installing Manjaro
    ​:manjaro:​ on a Windows only computer. Had to turn off the #laptop, as my siblings had prepared a home made scone cream and compote tea for three 0 clock. I was to be part of this #birthday treat with #bone china #rose patterned teacups.

    Oh boy! I laid back and thought of
    #England!

    Meanwhile people made of sterner and more
    #empowering #mad #hatter #persuasion are using their breed of torture to:

    -
    #Suggest the penalty for insurrection is electric #chair #plus lethal injection (just to be on the legal side of #safety)
    - Everybody is safe inside a
    #bwank vault. 🏦
    -
    #Make hay whilst the sun shines. ☀️

    In other words. Be the person you are.
    #Except other peoples #karma. Enjoy your scone, #bird bath and #bee #garden.

    Have a great day everyone.
    #Stay #focused on #change for the better. ❤️

  8. Курс «PostgreSQL для начинающих»: #3 — Сложные SELECT

    Продолжаю публикацию расширенных транскриптов лекционного курса "PostgreSQL для начинающих" , подготовленного мной в рамках "Школы backend-разработчика" в "Тензоре" . В этой лекции углубимся в расширенные возможности команды SELECT : как можно "сложить" и "вычесть" выборки ( UNION/INTERSECT/EXCEPT ), или запомнить и использовать в рекурсивных запросах ( CTE ), что дают оконные функции ( WINDOW ) и соединения ( JOIN ). Как обычно, для предпочитающих смотреть и слушать, а не читать - доступна видеозапись .

    habr.com/ru/companies/tensor/a

    #postgresql #sql #тензор #школа_backend #select #union #intersect #except #рекурсия #join

  9. #WritingWonders 4.3 — The Wanted Poster by R.S.

    Someone knocked with what proved to be a clipboard before coming into the conference room, and the various lieutenants' bodyguards stiffened. The thug still had a bandage over his eye and an arm in a sling as he walked in and discreetly handed the clipboard to me. I looked at the single page.

    "Not a joke?" I whispered, my mouth wide open.

    "No, Boss."

    The poster had official diffraction stripes with rainbow lettering. It displayed two images, one snapped after I'd shoved the boss down on the seat of the brougham as we fled the summit, less than a minute before the carriage exploded. It showed me in a hooded cape with my chin mask up, unluckily glowering at the lens. The second was a bank image. The scale showed my above average height. This time my hood was down for visibility and my hair up in a gangland bouffant. The chin mask was intact. Despite soot from the riots on my face, you could see my flattened nose and brushed eyebrows, but not the most important part. I escorted the boss past on the sidewalk. Between the crash gate grate and her having just darted to my right, you couldn't see her wings or face.

    You could identify the Old Harbors Post Office across the street by its century old architecture.

    Fortunately, the image of me drenched in blood that evening, the one under the headline in the morning edition, wasn't included. The constables hadn't made that connection, except to the extent that the first line of the wanted poster read, "Detain for questioning by order of Rainy Days, Director of Home".

    I shivered. The evil woman was too close to connecting the dots. I had to excise the Mustang elements that could take advantage of the chaos and to prevent the syndicate from spinning into internecine war. I was already responsible for too many deaths because I'd been too cowardly to do what I knew was right. This poster meant I had to disappear and leave the east coast sooner than later. It was if I watched my plausible deniability lining up at the window like a string of rats and, one by one, defenestrating itself.

    It read further, "Wanted for questioning in regards to the Old Harbors Post Office and the Three Forks Bridge explosions. Suspected of transporting illegal goods and wanted persons, assault, racketeering, attempted murder, and terrorism. Goes by the name Gelding and other aliases. Aged between 15 and 35."

    I muttered, "A two-decade range? I'm not even two decades old." I really worked on disguising myself, and it paid off.

    "High-level thaumaturge without a limiter. If apprehended, shackle to a hard surface to prevent escape. Consider dangerous. Reward for information leading to arrest: 2 years basic."

    I loved praise and grinned at being recognized as high-level, but added, "I'm not dangerous."

    South Beach snorted, then sat there her chest bouncing as she struggled with a hand over her mouth to hold in her laughter. I looked around the room. The men and women smiled, getting the joke, but others looked serious. Feathers made rustling noises. They knew I had the kiss of death.

    I grinned, handing the clipboard back to my thug secretary. "Burn that."

    "Yes, Boss."

    [Author retains copyright]

    #fiction #fantasy #sf #sff #sciencefiction #writing #writer #writers #author #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #except #flashfiction

    #BoostingIsSharing
    #CommentingIsCool

  10. #WritingWonders 4.3 — The Wanted Poster by R.S.

    Someone knocked with what proved to be a clipboard before coming into the conference room, and the various lieutenants' bodyguards stiffened. The thug still had a bandage over his eye and an arm in a sling as he walked in and discreetly handed the clipboard to me. I looked at the single page.

    "Not a joke?" I whispered, my mouth wide open.

    "No, Boss."

    The poster had official diffraction stripes with rainbow lettering. It displayed two images, one snapped after I'd shoved the boss down on the seat of the brougham as we fled the summit, less than a minute before the carriage exploded. It showed me in a hooded cape with my chin mask up, unluckily glowering at the lens. The second was a bank image. The scale showed my above average height. This time my hood was down for visibility and my hair up in a gangland bouffant. The chin mask was intact. Despite soot from the riots on my face, you could see my flattened nose and brushed eyebrows, but not the most important part. I escorted the boss past on the sidewalk. Between the crash gate grate and her having just darted to my right, you couldn't see her wings or face.

    You could identify the Old Harbors Post Office across the street by its century old architecture.

    Fortunately, the image of me drenched in blood that evening, the one under the headline in the morning edition, wasn't included. The constables hadn't made that connection, except to the extent that the first line of the wanted poster read, "Detain for questioning by order of Rainy Days, Director of Home".

    I shivered. The evil woman was too close to connecting the dots. I had to excise the Mustang elements that could take advantage of the chaos and to prevent the syndicate from spinning into internecine war. I was already responsible for too many deaths because I'd been too cowardly to do what I knew was right. This poster meant I had to disappear and leave the east coast sooner than later. It was if I watched my plausible deniability lining up at the window like a string of rats and, one by one, defenestrating itself.

    It read further, "Wanted for questioning in regards to the Old Harbors Post Office and the Three Forks Bridge explosions. Suspected of transporting illegal goods and wanted persons, assault, racketeering, attempted murder, and terrorism. Goes by the name Gelding and other aliases. Aged between 15 and 35."

    I muttered, "A two-decade range? I'm not even two decades old." I really worked on disguising myself, and it paid off.

    "High-level thaumaturge without a limiter. If apprehended, shackle to a hard surface to prevent escape. Consider dangerous. Reward for information leading to arrest: 2 years basic."

    I loved praise and grinned at being recognized as high-level, but added, "I'm not dangerous."

    South Beach snorted, then sat there her chest bouncing as she struggled with a hand over her mouth to hold in her laughter. I looked around the room. The men and women smiled, getting the joke, but others looked serious. Feathers made rustling noises. They knew I had the kiss of death.

    I grinned, handing the clipboard back to my thug secretary. "Burn that."

    "Yes, Boss."

    [Author retains copyright]

    #fiction #fantasy #sf #sff #sciencefiction #writing #writer #writers #author #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #except #flashfiction

    #BoostingIsSharing
    #CommentingIsCool

  11. Also, did you know:

    You can add an `else` block to the end of a try/except. It will get executed when no exception occurred.
    docs.python.org/3/tutorial/err

    And you can add an `else` block to `for` and `while` loops. It will get executed when the loop is exited normally, i.e. not via a `break`. For `for` loops this means that the iterable is exhausted, for `while` loops that the condition became (or started out being) false.
    docs.python.org/3/tutorial/con

    #Python #else #try #except #for #while

  12. Also, did you know:

    You can add an `else` block to the end of a try/except. It will get executed when no exception occurred.
    docs.python.org/3/tutorial/err

    And you can add an `else` block to `for` and `while` loops. It will get executed when the loop is exited normally, i.e. not via a `break`. For `for` loops this means that the iterable is exhausted, for `while` loops that the condition became (or started out being) false.
    docs.python.org/3/tutorial/con

    #Python #else #try #except #for #while

  13. #except : to take or leave out (anything) from a number or a whole as not belonging to it

    - Italian: eccetto

    - Portuguese: exceto

    - Spanish: exceptúa

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    Learn more languages @ wordofthehour.org/r/more

  14. #except : to take or leave out (anything) from a number or a whole as not belonging to it

    - Italian: eccetto

    - Portuguese: exceto

    - Spanish: exceptúa

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    Fill in missing translation @ redd.it/95v7rk

  15. CW: work stuff

    why is there a function that just returns [None, None, None, None]

    why are there four functions that take an argument x and return x[0], x[1], x[2] and x[3] respectively

    why is there a function that takes a list argument and returns [l[0], l[1], l[2], l[3], l[4], l[5]]

    why is there a function entirely composed of this:

    if (True) :#try:
    ...
    else: #except:
    ...
  16. #storytelling #oc #except

    “A parasitic relationship will eventually become a symbiotic one if given enough time. At some point that forest became infected and now, those “trees” are their own creature. If you decide to continue into that forest just be forewarned-

    Those trees will eat you.”
    .
    .
    .
    #digitalpainting #digitalart #illustration #character #characterart #characterdesign #creatureart #creaturedesign #scifi #scifiart #dailydrawing #procreate #graphicart