I do believe @frankcottrell_b won Twitter today:
I propose that every year on this date we celebrate @frankcottrell_b's tweet with bunting, a day off school and parades where adults dress as whining tax exiles while children throw wet sponges at them. pic.twitter.com/C4DqsgrNgV
— The Web of Evil (@webofevil) May 18, 2020
Certainly UK Twitter.
[RT by @cstross]
Everybody’s done a Hello World program before. But now that I’ve got a few years of experience with the language, I set out to ask one of the most pressing questions out there – how do we make Hello World in C as convoluted and hard to understand as possible? This post documents the final result of a sleep-deprived me trying to do exactly that.
[Via Scripting News]
YouTube’s algorithm has been suggesting this video for a couple of days now but I’d been ignoring it until a comment at Charlie’s Diary gave me a nudge towards it.
Granted, the Current Situation provides comedians with a target-rich environment,1 so it’s more of a whistle-stop tour than the in-depth charge sheet that some of the individuals deserve, but it’s still a decent reminder of how keen so many incumbents are to rush past lockdown and rush into what comes afterwards. You know, the return of ‘normality’.
[Via Charlie’s Diary]
- In many respects the charge sheet probably needs expanding to cover every pusher of neoliberal bullshit over the last five decades or so, but it seems very reasonable to start with the current incumbents and work backwards from there as required until the job is done. ↩
Vulture asked various screenwriters/show runners to write part of a Coronavirus Episode for their characters.
Michael Schur knows exactly who should be in charge right now…
First of all, Leslie would’ve known the CDC protocols for social distancing already, and they would’ve been instituted within 24 hours of the first reports of the coronavirus in America. […]
Ron would be thrilled because now there’s a reason for him to be alone with no one bothering him. But he’d worry about Leslie.
A few thoughts on some of the others:
- Of course Boyd Crowder would be working on a plan to take advantage of the lockdown to pull off a crime. And of course Raylan Givens would know to swing by to remind Boyd of the risk he’d be running if he tried such a thing.
- I was a bit distracted by the sight of that computer Frasier Crane was depicted as using. Note to readers under the age of 25: that’s what we used to call a laptop back before Jony Ive got control of Apple’s laptop designs. I was torn between admiration for how much less space a modern computer takes up (and how much more capacity it has compared to that thing) and envy for all those ports and sockets that just won’t be found on an equivalent modern laptop, let alone an iPad.
- I fear Coach Taylor’s brand of sincere, highly persuasive oratory only works when you have the scriptwriter on your side, but we can dream. ↩
You might imagine that a story that included the phrase…
“My partner took me to the hospital that she works in because she wanted all her colleagues to laugh at me.”
… would be mean or cruel, but as you follow Dr Daniel Reardon’s story it just gets funnier and funnier. Our hero takes what seem to be very reasonable decisions. It’s just …unfortunate… that each of those decisions leads him a step closer to that hospital bed.
I’m voting for Rowan Atkinson to play Dr Reardon in the inevitable film adaptation.
[Via James Nicoll]
Why oh why were we denied the opportunity to witness a Prince guitar MasterClass?
I think the saddest thing about Prince’s death is that we never got to see the MasterClass he was supposed to teach. Looking at the leaked script for the YouTube commercial, we can only imagine what might have been. I don’t think it’s been widely shared, but I have a copy kicking around that I can transcribe.
Int. Paisley Park, PRINCE’s guitaratorium
This guitar has a thousand strings.
Close-up on neck of guitar. It looks like there are no more than four hundred strings.
PRINCE: (v/o, softly)
Six hundred of them are only visible in the purple spectrum.
I mean, I’m fully aware that We Are Not Worthy, but still…
[Insert obligatory link to footage of Prince’s 2004 performance at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame tribute to George Harrison, complete with his guitar ascending to the heavens.]
I know I’ve read Wikihistory before a few years ago, but I was reminded of it earlier today and it’s definitely funny enough to be worth posting here:
International Association of Time Travelers: Members’ Forum
Subforum: Europe – Twentieth Century – Second World War
At 14:52:28, FreedomFighter69 wrote:
Reporting my first temporal excursion since joining IATT: have just returned from 1936 Berlin, having taken the place of one of Leni Riefenstahl’s cameramen and assassinated Adolf Hitler during the opening of the Olympic Games. Let a free world rejoice! […]
Or possibly not, as it turns out.
Also, from further along in the same Usenet discussion and very much related: The home of Adolf Hitler, 1933: Doubt creeps in.
[Via Dorothy J Heydt, posting to rec.arts.sf.written]
Positively the only good thing about recent political developments in the UK is that they’re going to give Marina Hyde tons of new material:
[…] Arguably this morning’s most amusing development was Helen Grant resigning as Tory vice-chair to openly support Dominic Raab. Is this the same Dominic Raab who resigned in protest at a Brexit deal he himself negotiated as Brexit secretary, and who is bizarrely being talked up as a strong candidate? Righto. It was Swift (Jonathan) who warned: “It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.” And it was Swift (Taylor) who said: “Darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.” I don’t want to come over all Mystic Meg, but I am seeing a nightmarish news story in Dominic Raab’s future that will curtail any bid in fairly short order. […]
Any non-UK readers wondering who Dominic Raab is should comfort themselves with the thought that three years ago none of us on this side of the Atlantic knew either, and three years from now he’ll be lucky to be the punchline in a “Name the Brexit Secretary who succeeded David Davis in the role?” quiz question. 1