I mean, is it a wool sock? I feel like that’s relevant.

Not so much a tear as it is a rip. And not so much fabric as it is dry wall. But the point remains.

I know that “brain damage made me conservative” is sort of a meme, but this has happened to several friends and family of mine over the years. It’s happened enough that I seriously think there’s something to it.

If I were going to use a dye on my skin for something like this, I would first test it out on a small patch of skin some place where nobody’s ever going to see it, like on my penis.

I use VS Code and GitHub Co-pilot and develop in a variety of different languages and frameworks. I’ve got lots of experience with some, but I’m less knowledgeable on others.

So, having the AI assist with languages I am very familiar with is basically a way to save time and preserve my mental energy. For languages and frameworks I’m less experienced with, it speeds things up because I’m not having to constantly search how-tos and forums for guidance. And for languages/frameworks I have limited or no experience with, it can be a helpful learning tool that speeds up how long it takes to get ramped up.

With this set-up, if I start writing a line of code and then pause for a moment, co-pilot kicks in and tries to autocomplete that line, sometimes even suggests the entire block of code. It’s really good at recognizing simple patterns and common boilerplate stuff. It’s less good at figuring out more complex stuff, though.

However, I find that if I start out by writing a comment that explains what I’m trying to accomplish, and to some degree how to accomplish it before I start writing one of those more complex blocks/lines, the AI has a much higher success rate in returning helpful, functioning code. So, basically yes, I write the comment to describe code I haven’t written, and I’ll let the AI take over from there.

This works for code, raw database queries, configuration files, and even for writing tests. I’m not an expert at building out Docker configurations for local development or configuring auto-deployment on whatever random system is being used for a project, but I can often get those things up and running just by describing in comments what I need and what I’m trying to accomplish.

The VS Code co-pilot extension also has some context menu items that let you ask questions and/or ask for suggestions, which comes in handy for some things, but for me, typing out my intentions in comments and then letting the auto-complete kick in as I’m starting a line of code is faster, more efficient, and seems to work better.

Granted, co-pilot also likes to try to auto-complete comments, so that’s sometimes funny just to read what it “thinks” I’m trying to do. And most of the time, I do remove my comments that were specifically to guide co-pilot on what I wanted it to do if they’re super redundant. And, at the end of the day, not everything co-pilot suggests is production-worthy, functional, nor does what I actually described. In fact, a lot of it is not, so you should expect to go back and fine tune things at a minimum. It’s just that overall, it’s good enough that even with all the supervision and revisions I have to make, it’s still a net positive, for now.

I’m a doomy girl, in a doomy world.

What you don’t know is that he died when he was pulled into a jet engine.

I know some folks are joking about and dunking on this, but in modern times, I have justification. Call me lazy, but I have found myself writing out these comments and then letting the AI take over to at least give me a sketch of an implementation. Works reasonably well and saves me a lot of time and effort. Mostly I don’t bother to remove them, though I usually edit them a bit.

On the other hand, there are factions within my colleagues who steadfastly insist that commenting is unnecessary and to some degree even potentially harmful, and that if you feel the need to comment your code, it means your code should be improved so that it’s obvious what it is doing without the need for comments.

On the internet, everything is a repost. We simply choose to have faith that an OP once walked this Earth, drizzling his seeds of thought all across the digital landscape. Praise be OP.

There was a movie about Lucy and Desi that came out sometime in the late 1900s.

It was being advertised heavily on one of the over the air television stations that we would watch on our cathode ray tube television that picked up signals from a type of antenna called rabbit ears. Back in those days, they’d sometimes have voice over commercials where they’d talk over the end credits of a show or movie, and apparently sometimes they did that live (I guess)?

Family and I are watching a show and when it ended, they did the voice over thing talking about the Lucy movie. The announcer started out strong but totally fumbled a line, something along the lines of “join Ducy, Lesi, and little Licky”. I just know we all heard it, we all busted out laughing.

Maybe there’s a presentation slide up there detailing the concept of a plan?

Nah, that’s just a cop-out if not an outright strawman.

Neat. It’s been on my wish list to visit this spot. It’s just that if I’m going to spend money in the south eastern part of the USA, this particular state is pretty high on the list of troubling politics, which is saying a lot given the region. So, it makes me hesitant to go there for a visit and spend my money in a state that seems to overwhelmingly abhor my existence.

It’s not surprising here on Lemmy, but on pretty much every other site I’ve ever mentioned issues I’ve had with Amazon, the replies would be filled with people claiming it is the best customer service, that they’ve never had any issues with Amazon at all, and that it must be something I did to cause the problem.

Personally I stopped using Amazon on a regular basis almost a decade ago after it was clear that the company I first started using back in the mid 2000s was irrevocably changed for the worse.

That’s great news! I’m a HUGE fan of chest hair.

How many j’s has this photo been pegged? My dear sweet pixelated Jesus.

Ya’ll out there acting like Miss Sassy is just a cat, but to some of us, our lives revolve around Miss Sassy.

I wouldn’t have thought it would be so quiet, what with the coffins.

Where I live, the indoor smoking bans started in the early 2000s. Before then, people that went to bars and clubs ended the night smelling like cigarette smoke whether they themselves were smokers or not. Sometimes even eating out at a restaurant would leave you smelling like a smoker. Back in those days, though, I was still so used to it that dealing with it was second nature.

For most of my life the smell didn’t really bother me, but I’ve found that within the past 5 years or so it does.

As a child, I guess I just grew up with it, so it didn’t bug me much. I hated being teased about it at school, which was a regular thing. I also used to hate how the tar would build up on the walls of our house to the point where it would form tear-like patterns. My parents kept an otherwise reasonably clean and tidy house, but for some reason THAT didn’t bother them, so periodically I’d spend a few hours scrubbing our walls to get rid of the stains and cut down on the smell a bit.

My parents ,much of my family, as well as most of their friends smoked indoors, in their cars, and even in restaurants. Despite living in near poverty for parts of my childhood, they chain smoked cartons of cigarettes a week. Must have been expensive.

I wish I could say that they stopped smoking, but no. The worst part for them isn’t even the fact that they know that it has taken at least a decade or more off their lives. It’s the realization at how much they are missing out on near the end of their lives and how difficult it is living with debilitating health issues from smoking. They simply cannot do what other people their age take for granted.

And to the title of the post: Yes, I was the kid in the car while my parents chain smoked cigarettes. Sometimes they rolled the windows down, though I’m not sure if that was better since it meant the ashes and red hot “cherry” would inevitably come flying back in and smack me in the face.