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choosing to be high quality • software engineer

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okay, turns out this is really hard 😂

here goes:

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@visakanv before vibecamp I will write 100 soundbite tweets about me

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@LuinRomestamo ah that makes sense, i’ve only read the main series, thanks for the explanation

I’m really enjoying your malfoid fanfiction so far :)

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@LuinRomestamo part 3 (confirmed typo label of part 4)

[Rómestámo of the East @LuinRomestamo]

MALFOIDIUM: OF HIPPOGRIFFS AND HONEYDUKES

PART 4 🧵

“Dissendium!" Harry whispered, tapping the stone witch again.

At once, the statue's hump opened wide enough to admit a fairly thin person. Harry glanced quickly up and down the corridor, then tucked the map away again, hoisted himself into the hole headfirst, and pushed himself forward.

He slid a considerable way down what felt like a stone slide, then landed on cold, damp earth. He stood up, looking around. It was pitch black. He held up his wand, muttered, "Lumos! " and saw that he was in a very narrow, low, earthy passageway.

He raised the map, tapped it with the tip of his wand, and muttered, "Mischief managed!" The map went blank at once. He folded it carefully, tucked it inside his robes, then, heart beating fast, both excited and apprehensive, he set off.

The passage twisted and turned, more like the burrow of a giant rabbit than anything else. Harry hurried along it, stumbling now and then on the uneven floor, holding his wand out in front of him.
It took ages, but Harry had the thought of Honeydukes to sustain him. After what felt like an hour, the passage began to rise. Panting, Harry sped up, his face hot, his feet very cold.

Ten minutes later, he came to the foot of some worn stone steps, which rose out of sight above him. Careful not to make any noise, Harry began to climb. A hundred steps, two hundred steps, he lost count as he climbed, watching his feet.... Then, without warning, his head hit something hard.

It seemed to be a trapdoor. Harry stood there, massaging the top of his head, listening. He couldn't hear any sounds above him. Very slowly, he pushed the trapdoor open and peered over the edge.

He was in a cellar, which was full of wooden crates and boxes. Harry climbed out of the trapdoor and replaced it - it blended so perfectly with the dusty floor that it was impossible to tell it was there.

Harry crept slowly toward the wooden staircase that led upstairs. Now he could definitely hear voices, not to mention the tinkle of a bell and the opening and shutting of a door.

Wondering what he ought to do, he suddenly heard a door open much closer at hand; somebody was about to come downstairs.

"And get another box of Jelly Slugs, dear, they've nearly cleaned us out--" said a woman's voice.

A pair of feet was coming down the staircase. Harry leapt behind an enormous crate and waited for the footsteps to pass. He heard the man shifting boxes against the opposite wall. He might not get another chance…

Quickly and silently, Harry dodged out from his hiding place and climbed the stairs; looking back, he saw an enormous backside and shiny baldhead, buried in a box. Harry reached the door at the top of the stairs, slipped through it, and found himself behind the counter of Honeydukes - he ducked, crept sideways, and then straightened up.

Honeydukes was so crowded with Hogwarts students that no one looked twice at Harry. He edged among them, looking around, and suppressed a laugh as he imagined the look that would spread over Dudley's piggy face if he could see where Harry was now.

There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-colored toffees; there was a large barrel of Every Flavor Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizbees, the levitating sherbert balls that Ron had mentioned; along yet another wall were "Special Effects".

Harry was just about to begin looking for Ron and Hermione, hoping to find them first thing. But as he turned this way and that, trying to pick them out of the crowd, he felt a soft yet firm tapping on his shoulder. His heart jumped into his throat, expecting the worst to occur - and sure enough, the tapping finger belonged to a very self-satisfied Draco Malfoy, giving her best impression of a shark who'd just happened across a school of fish.

“My, my, Potter,” she purred, “whatever are you doing here?”

CONTINUED

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@LuinRomestamo link to part 2:

[Rómestámo of the East @LuinRomestamo]

MALFOIDIUM: OF HIPPOGRIFFS AND HONEYDUKES

PART 2

The grass was still wet and looked almost black in the twilight. When they reached Hagrid's hut, they knocked, and a voice growled, "C'min.”

Hagrid was sitting in his shirtsleeves at his scrubbed wooden table; his boarhound, Fang, had his head in Hagrid's lap. One look told them that Hagrid had been drinking a lot; there was a pewter tankard almost as big as a bucket in front of him, and he seemed to be having difficulty getting them into focus.

"'Spect it's a record," he said thickly, when he recognized them. "Don't reckon they've ever had a teacher who lasted only a day before."

"You haven't been fired, Hagrid!" gasped Hermione.

"Not yet," said Hagrid miserably, taking a huge gulp of whatever was in the tankard. "But's only a matter o' time, isn't it, after Malfoy..."

"How is she?" said Ron as they all sat down. "It wasn't serious, was it?”

“She was cryin’ the ‘hole time I carried her ter Madam Pomfrey's,” Hagrid recalled, looking out the window. “Quiet-like at first, but then…” he shrugged his massive shoulders. “Can't say I blame her though. If Harry here hadn't been quick on his feet, that ‘ole thing coulda… it coulda gone real bad…”

“Do you think she'll try to have you fired?” Ron asked.

“Well, you ‘eard her yeself, she didn' seem ter like the class very much ter begin with,” Hagrid muttered, then gave an ear-shattering sneeze. “I s’pose I couldn' really blame her for it neither. I shoulda sent you all an owl on how ter handle the dam’ books…”

“Bah, that's rubbish Hagrid!” Harry declared, patting him on the hand. “Malfoy always finds a reason to complain about people she doesn't like. Besides, what happened had nothing to do with your teaching - she clearly saw you demonstrate how a hippogriff should be approached, and chose to ignore you, like she always does. Someone really ought to talk some sense into that girl, for her own good.”

“Someone really should,” Hermione spoke up, sharing a glance with Ron. Harry looked between the two of them in surprise.

“Wait, what are you…?”

“You should go and talk to her, Harry,” Hermione declared, Ron nodding along vigorously. “Ask her to refrain from blaming Hagrid for what happened. If her father gets involved again, so soon after what happened last year…” she shot a worried glance Hagrid’s way, “it'll be tough to deal with, even for Dumbledore.”

“No way,” Harry protested, looking to Ron for support, yet finding only betrayal. “Why me? Have you forgotten she hates my guts?! She's as likely to do it for sure just to spite me if I ask her not to.”

“Well, for one, she owes you for rescuing her from Buckbeak,” Hermione continued. “Even Malfoy might feel obliged to pay you back for that. And besides…” she shared a glance with Ron which was probably meant to be knowing, but which Harry found merely annoying. “Well, just try and have a go at it.”

“Absolutely not,” Harry swiped his hand off the table. “Not happening, Hermione.”

“Come on, Harry. This is Hagrid we're talking about,” Ron chimed in. “Don't think of it as a concession to Malfoy, but as a favour to a friend.” As if on cue, Hagrid lifted his reddened, watery eyes to the three of them, seemingly oblivious to most of their conversation.

“No, no, just no!” Harry sputtered, standing from the table. “Whatever way you put it, guys, I'm not visiting Malfoy!”

CONTINUED

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@LuinRomestamo great post! what do you mean by barring CC shenanigans?

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@kunchenguid I was already having it check x for things but no api cost is great! i’ll have to check how they’re connecting to twitter now

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@maria_rcks the cursor agent monthly remaining usage vanished when moving to orchestrator v2, please add it back

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@theo I love the idea of restarting when usage resets however it only works if t3 code can tell when that happens, and for some reason at least last night it couldn’t tell with codex afaict

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@jullerino ohh this is my problem

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@simonsarris I feel like i’m failing because I’ll say I will do something, and then in the time i’m scheduled to do it I get stuck wasting time on like yt shorts, and as it’s happening think “man this is the worst I shouldn’t waste time” but not change my actions. what to do?

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@andy_matuschak are you worried about touching that ink at all?

I love this idea/implementation but i’ve been trying to avoid receipts for this reason and was curious if you had thoughts about it

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opus 5.5 📖

[Dan Greenheck @dangreenheck]

Ever wonder what $1874.40 of Opus 5.5 tokens looks like?

Wonder no more.

I highly recommend watching the whole video on 1080p on a large screen with sound on.

Pay attention to all the little details.
- Birds flying and diving into the ocean.
- Cloth, signs and lights swaying in the wind.
- Crabs scuttling along the shore and burrowing when you get close.
- Fish swimming alongside the whale.
- Lights illuminating the dock at night

Then zoom out and see the entire island. Never dipping below 60 FPS at 1440p resolution.

Yes, there's a few bugs and visual artifacts, some textures need improving, the shorelines waves sometimes look funny, but these are so trivial to fix at this point.

FYI I'm on the $200 subscription plan. This used 59% of my weekly usage and took 2h 7h of API time using multiple subagents, about 8h in real-time.

There was extremely little technical direction here. 99% of my prompts were "Add X and Y" or "This looks weird, make it better".

It's a great time for hobbyists, bad time for professionals. This experiment has further cemented my view that technical creatives are about to experience a massive disruption.

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astra ✨

[vogel @ryanvogel]

astra was setting up OBS, and it saw I didn't respond so it looked through camera to see if i was looking (which i wasn't)

it made my mac beep which made me lookup and it flashed the question on screen 💀

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astra ✨

[とよし🍅株式会社トクイテン代表 @toyoshi]

GPT-6 Astraならできるやろと思ったらできた。iPhoneで3Dスキャンして現実世界をパッチワーク。3Dプリントデータを作るところはAstraにお任せで作ってもらったので点群処理の知識ゼロでできた。驚いたのは私はこれのどこが欠けの部分か指示してないということ。

もしかしたらこれは他社の旧モデルでもできたかもしれない。でもできないと思い込んでた。賢いモデルがでてきて他の人の活用を見ると刺激されて「それなら前に諦めてたこれもできる？」と思えた。こういうのが楽しい。 #astra #3dprinting #scaniverse #3dプリント

[とよし🍅株式会社トクイテン代表 @toyoshi]

GPT-6 Astraならできるやろと思ったらできた。iPhoneで3Dスキャンして現実世界をパッチワーク。3Dプリントデータを作るところはAstraにお任せで作ってもらったので点群処理の知識ゼロでできた。驚いたのは私はこれのどこが欠けの部分か指示してないということ。

もしかしたらこれは他社の旧モデルでもできたかもしれない。でもできないと思い込んでた。賢いモデルがでてきて他の人の活用を見ると刺激されて「それなら前に諦めてたこれもできる？」と思えた。こういうのが楽しい。 #astra #3dprinting #scaniverse #3dプリント

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@abigaildodds have you written the essay?

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@AlexKrusz @a_fellow_of it’s the taps mic ppl wanna be fuckable more than they wanna fuck one

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astra ✨

[Theo - t3.gg @theo]

Astra was able to get Super Smash Bros Melee compiled for Mac OS, running at 120 FPS with higher resolutions and upscalable textures. Took about 6 hours in a loop.

We live in wild times.

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astra ✨

[dominik kundel @dkundel]

A practical use case for GPT-6 Astra's 3D capabilities: the era of personalized objects

I needed a custom door stopper, took two pictures with a measuring tape next to it and fired off a prompt to ChatGPT Work. 10 minutes later I had a design that was fully printable and worked flawlessly.

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@strangestloop choir

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astra ✨

[Emanuel Perez @emanperez28]

Astra made me a sonar app that emits undetectable audio to scroll up/down on your computer.

It uses the doppler effect to determine where your hand placement is. You can even double tap in the air to change scroll directions!