Alex Pounds

I replaced some slow cross-language interop with a native external program instead, called via popen. It’s more than 10x faster. Rare to get such pleasing results.

There’s a banner which reads “There’s a new way to scrobble from Spotify” but it’s PRETTY UNCLEAR that the old way is disabled. A notification would have been nice.

Shanty Tiktok is surely just days away from discovering the Red Army Choir. The combination of bass-heavy harmony and intense communism will be unstoppable.

You can get away with marketing some really poor-tasting food if you put “Buddha” in the brand name.

I began with “I need a little templating in this Ruby project” and am now at “if the winter is mild, maybe I can coax this library onto a different JS runtime.”

I have started the new year as I expect it to continue: with JavaScript inflicting misery out of nowhere.

I kept a daily gratitude journal throughout 2020. Today I am most grateful that I don’t ever have to do that again.

The whole point of parchment paper is it’s non-stick, so I shouldn’t have been surprised that sellotape didn’t adhere to it. But I was.

I like to think of myself as a rational human being, but I do make sure to brush my teeth before phoning the dentist.

Opened some frozen peas by cutting the top corner off. I put them away & discovered, via peas going fucking everywhere, I’d previously cut a different corner off.

Chocolate bars subdivided into squares should have an even number of rows & columns, OR each square should be a sufficient portion.

I can’t believe SimpleCov has the gall to look at my 74% test coverage and highlight it in red.

A man is in hospital after eating an entire coffin. Doctors are describing his condition as grave.

I’m wearing orange underwear today. The traditional Halloween bumkin.

Some folk think dicing old onions makes you cry more, because time concentrates the irritating chemicals. Others think younger onions make you cry more, because they had so much more life ahead of them.

I’m struggling to pull the elements of a joke together into a funny tweet. It’s Halloween-related & I need a ghost writer: the irony is not lost on me.