I miss AbiWord.
It was small, got out of your way, and just did the stuff I needed. There should be a lot more software like that, but instead we have the absolute garbage there is now.
I want to decimate villages every time Microsoft fucking Word tries to force me to save something to the cloud.
Ugh, this Rovellian nonsense. RQM is almost as bad as superdeterminism.
RQM cannot be correct because the superpositional state of quantum systems is an observable fact that has real-world testable and tested consequences. Simple as that.
RQM is not saying much. And what it is mostly saying is covered by already-existing QM theories. And as to the rest, what it’s claiming is purely wrong. To put it bluntly and to reiterate the above, RQM is either obvious or wrong. The parts that are obvious already exist elsewhere. And that parts that are wrong are all Rovelli’s.
It’s a theory that has no purpose and is directly contradicted by the way the universe actually works.
When I get annoyed by happenings at work or am stuck in traffic, I think of the videos I’ve watched of soldiers being relentlessly hunted down by drones on the battlefield in Ukraine. Then I realize how fucking awesome and amazing my life in fact is.
That terrible war has some of the worst things I’ve ever seen in my life. No, it hasn’t traumatized or scarred me. That does not happen to me easily. A rural North Florida misfit upbringing will do that for you.
But it does makes me thankful for what I have, and that I’m not dying in some Ukrainian farmer’s field because I wanted to steal washing machines and rape Ukrainian women.
The Moon should be the 53rd state.
And it should of course be called “Moontana.”
I killed my sister and ruined my life.
This is a horrible story and all the people saying he is negligent: I am not so sure.
One time driving in Jacksonville, Florida, I realized I was heading the wrong way on a one-way street. After about a half mile as traffic was screaming towards me head-on. There were no signs. There were cars parked in both directions. The road markings were non-existent or unclear.
After I managed to get off the one-way without dying or killing my passengers, I drove back around to where I’d entered that street to see what I had missed. And there was nothing. I’d missed nothing. There were no signs indicating it was a one-way street. Perhaps they had been taken down for construction or something, but whatever the case, they were simply not there.
This was long before Google Maps, by the way, and if things had been slightly different that day I might’ve died.
Streets like that need a lot of goddamn signs and don’t always have them.