Am definitely human.
This is such a strange phenomenon to me. In all the countries I’ve lived in, all but a few select stores have a dongle on each cart that takes a coin to unlock it from the chain of other carts. It’s perhaps the cost of a back of toilet paper, but that seems to be sufficient for it to be exceedingly rare to see an abandoned cart. One can only imagine that any such carts are quick prey for enterprising teens looking for a quick boost to their candy fund.
Oups, I misremembered: the game is called Core War. In it, MARS (“Memory Array Redcode Simulator”) is the name of a virtual machine that executes Redcode instructions. As a player, you write small programs (“warriors”) to be loaded on the virtual machine where they try to prevail while klling off (overwriting) opponent programs.
I thought this would be more like MARS, but turns out to be bare-metal MARS Core War where I’m the scheduler. I’m not saying it a terrible experience, but I am grateful that my day job in IT is more higher-level.
They would likely perform worse. If (“if”, ha) those fans are not in perfect sync, they’re going to obstruct airflow. Also, consider that each fan introduces both audible noise and perturbations in the airflow which in turn, also will cause noise.
Incidentally, I have (almost) that very same case, an Antec P182. Mine has a super-quiet PSU fan, and a ginormous heat pipe cpu cooler (HR-1 if you’re curious) with one fan … and that is plenty.
What are you reading? Here are a couple of novels that I’ve grown quite fond of. Common to all of them are that they are freely (and legally) available online; I am not in any way affiliated with them; and they strongly feature female lead characters.
This Twitter thread was recently posted to reddit. You decide whether it’s insightful, depressing, or both. Excerpts (highlights are mine):
Modern life consists of *tasks*. A never-ending series of clearly-defined simple-to-achieve Things. To. Do.
Not problems to solve, questions to answer, ideas to have, dances to learn, or universes to imagine.
Tasks. To complete.It’s not simple to pay a bill. It’s not simple to call a support line. It’s not simple to mail something to something. It’s not simple to do any of the billion simple things we are each expected to do every day.
And if you have ADHD, there is no reward. Only lack of punishment.Think about that. ADHD people who heal their trauma and their relationship to panic and anxiety and shame *suddenly find themselves unable to do their jobs or focus on their responsibilities*. Why?
Because fear was all that was motivating them. They have to relearn how to want.
This part is, for me at least, the most uplifting:
Let’s go back to that trail of half-finished art projects. Do you know why you didn’t finish them?
Because there’s nothing more there for you to learn.
That’s it. Why would you finish them?Your projects are your way of asking the universe a question, and then digging and digging and digging until the universe answers.
You are motivated by curiosity, and that is a blessed gift, not a source of shame. Your unfinished work is the testament to your growth.Those aren’t abandoned projects – those are the remaining scaffolds from the the space ships that they launched.
It was never about finishing the thing. Forgive yourself for that.
Thanks for the excerpt.
Really? Framing it “so-called” makes it sound esoteric and rare, while in fact it’s an utterly common machine tool used in many industries to create … pretty much anything (eg. casting dies for Lego bricks). I wish they’d tone down the alarmism (unless they know it’s ordered by “Ivan’s Shell Mfg. Co”).