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Hammers and Kneecaps
There's a difference between making or selling a tool knowing some people will misuse it, and reaching out to those who will do so for endorsements or to encourage them to misuse *your* tool and not a competitor's. -
I Guess
I’ve got to appreciate this network error UI from Minecraft Earth. Especially the button text.
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The Color out of Cyberspace
The Verge ponders: Has the internet been overtaken by the eldritch horror of Yog-Sothoth?
We’ve got this dimension right next to ours, that extends across the entire planet, and it is just brimming with nightmares. We have spambots, viruses, ransomware, this endless legion of malevolent entities that are blindly probing us for weaknesses, seeking only to corrupt, to thieve, to destroy.
—AstercrashIt’s a joke, of course. And it would make for an interesting story. But it’s scarier that we’ve created the awfulness ourselves.
Update Feb 2023: With some of the AI-generated art and writing going around these days, the cosmic horror comparison seems even more apt.
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Safety Record
I want to know who broke that streak. -
The Mutant Three-Eyed Fish of San Pedro
On the side of the road between Angel’s Gate Park and Point Fermin Park. A little ways downhill there was a one-eyed octopus.
Originally posted to Instagram with a slightly different photo taken on my phone, filtered to disguise the fact that the phone camera just wasn’t very good.
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Glow
It's true. I've been staring at two large glowing rectangles for 8 hours now, taking occasional breaks to stare at a smaller glowing rectangle. -
The Late Train
I haven’t really kept up with the photoblog since moving a few months ago. I’ll try to get back on track with a new post each week.
This is Aviation Station along the Los Angeles Metro Green Line, the closest station to LAX. (It doesn’t actually stop at the airport, but you can take a shuttle bus.) It’s also the nearest stop to my office. Before I moved, I’d sometimes take the train up to this point and a bus the rest of the way to work.
One night I was working late and missed the bus. Somehow convinced that the next one wouldn’t be by for an hour, I decided rather than sit and wait, I’d walk the mile and a half to the station. Three or four buses passed me, so it didn’t save me any time, but it was interesting to watch the planes line up for landing, and I caught this view of a train leaving the station as I was arriving.