Now I'm back in Iceland, the beard has come off!
In Italy people kept calling me "kid." Even with the facial growth. Here in Iceland everyone looks young-ish, so I don't need it as much anymore...
That feeling when you find and fix an off-by-one error in old code you've been using for years.
And finally add tests.
Yay? Shame? Both?
Shit, now I really want to work on that. Stupid 🧠 already has a rough design in mind...
Must. Resist. Temptation.
Being able to quickly quote FAQs in e-mail is the main motivator I have for adding reply templates (as a plugin) to Mailpile.
I haven't written this yet, but one of these days my guilt about ignoring e-mails from interested people will make it happen...
Confession: I ignore e-mail asking questions that are already answered by my projects' most recent blog posts and Twitter accounts.
I know I could be more welcoming and friendly to all the noobs, but I just don't have time to be everyone's personal Google replacement.
Iceland, I am in you!
Lazy Italian Sunday afternoon.
Good food. Talk. Kids jumping around. Ice cream.
Then... Everyone falls asleep. But me.
My laptop is trapped behind a loud door, don't want to wake people.
Guess I'll just grab a beer, sit outside in the shade, enjoy the brisk Foggia breeze. Listen to Icelandic rap on my phone, read your toots.
Tomorrow is travel day.
@LeoKnepper No, Malaria isn't nearly everywhere the mosquitoes are. But since I was hyperbolically suggesting an insect might be worse than mosquitoes, the qualifier about deadly diseases felt kinda important...
I don't actually know how obnoxious the midges are, its a new development that the news is reporting on this summer.
Oh, and in other news, apparently Iceland is now ruined and no longer the special wonderful place it used to be.
The real reason Iceland was a Better Country Than All Other Countries, is it had no mosquitoes.
It still doesn't...
But apparently now Iceland has biting midges, which are even more annoying (although less deadly, they don't spread Malaria).
We had a good run, but I guess we may as well just all move to Europe now.
Fly: Ooh, I'll just fly into this beer glass!
Me: I hate you, fly.
Fly: Look at me rubbing my legs together and walking around! Yes!
Me: Can flies drink alcohol? I was almost finished.
Fly: Walking! Oh yes! All over!
Me: Oh look, there's a beer coaster trapping you, Mr. Fly. Will you survive?
Fly: Oblivious! Walking! Whee!
Honestly, I was more worried when I realized that Jake Applebaum and I had essentially the same hair-cut. 😢
That was a while ago, but ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh.
@lnxw48a1 You need to get pretty close to read the words.
I'd rather not let Bad People own all red hats... but it's not really up to me, or you. The red hat has, in some contexts, already become a short-hand for modern U.S. fascism.
But I'm in Italy, not the U.S. For two more days. And then I go to Iceland and leave the hat here.
This was mostly just idle speculation about how clothes are used to signal identity... and how easily those signals can be misinterpreted.
I've started wearing a red baseball cap. It's from my daughter's play-school and it makes the Italian sun more bearable.
The lettering is "La fattoria di Nonna Papera", which AFAICT, translates to "Grandma Duck's Farm."
It is not a MAGA cap.
How far gone are we into polarization of red baseball caps? Am I at risk of making the wrong friends, repelling people I'd rather attract? Am I accidentally supporting America's leader?
The more you over-think something, the more complicated it becomes!