Hot take! The bike lane isn't about "not being a car," nor simply having pedals. If you're not generating your forward momentum, you shouldn't get to use the lane.
Disclosing, I ride an e-bike. It has no throttle. I consider that a Gorilla Glass house from which to cast stones.
Half a year(ish) ago I started quietly blogging about frontend dev(ish) topics. I didn't say anything because I wanted to see if I'd stick with it.
I have(ish), so sharing. Less hard-hitting technical stuff and more web dev campfire stories.
https://t.co/LN5GprlKPm
I'm wary of ideas existing in the space between awesome and dumbshit, especially when the "awesome" part makes illogically logical sense.
"Why don't we forge knives from diamonds? What's harder and sharper than a diamond?! Best knife, best life!"
trying super super super super super super super super super super super super super hard to look seriously serious in my new profile pic.
like Beethoven. but sans genius.
Opinion(?!) warning:
Friendly reminder it's called an interrobang. The question mark comes first.
PERSON IN THE RIGHT: Are you serious?!
PERSON IN THE WRONG: Are you not!?
For any itchy itcher itching phantom itches itching for '90s shoegaze ... I've been digging Slow Joy somethin' fierce.
'dunno if it's itching THE itch, but assuredly itching an itch.
https://t.co/M5wem2bYZn
@BillCorbett Sorry Bill, there was a mix-up and you'll have to do both. Running back and forth between the 2 venues. Switching hats. Hijinks will ensue
Hey, music supervisors!
Asking that for all your stock emotional classical piano jam poignant yet not poignant because stock-emotional-classical-piano-jam moments ... please coucher du soleil Clair de Lune.
Thx.
Anyone else numbed blind to that whole "by X for X" marketing formula?
By developers for developers.
By musicians for musicians.
By cynical eye rollers who smell remedial tactics for cynical eye rollers who smell remedial tactics.
... though I might bite on that last one.
Sometimes, when the world's full of frenemies and I need a chortle, I imagine custody battles between portmanteaux parts.
Smoke and fog both shrieking, "Give me back my 'O'!"
That disputed second "L" in chillax.
And bromance? Dubious, brother.