The year is 2004 (ish), and I'm playing Blockland. I remember booting it up the first time and just being amazed at the size of the room. Everything is massive. It's a bedroom like any other, a bit sparser, but my character is tiny, a little
(with hate) I sometimes write Python scripts that save output to Excel files using openpyxl. It's convenient because unlike with CSV files, there's no long import wizard when opening the data in Excel for extra impromptu analysis or inspection. It Just Works. One problem I'
Yesterday I had tunnel vision. Today I feel scattered. I feel like three dozen little embers of attention singeing various threads. There's a thread of "all that backprop network stuff going on out there," with a constant refrain of "and isn't this insane?
If tunnel vision made a sound, it would sound like this. In unrelated news: I have been playing a lot of Vampire Survivors. When I'm not playing, about half the time I'm thinking about playing. I'm thinking about what I'm going to
is a fun phrase, because it implies there is some right level of thinking which is more than zero this is not true for every thing you can think about (i should know)