I mean, all subscriptions are limited in some way.

Netflix streaming isn’t limited.

Costco isn’t limited to 5 visitors a month.

Many ISPs don’t limit you to a preset amount of data (fuck you Crapcast).

It requires a subscription, which scares off most of the casual “just looking to try it” users. It’s as simple as getting a Usenet subscription.

Ok, doesn’t sound too bad so far.

[Most people have two subscriptions to Usenet] …the monthly sub will be unlimited access for a month, while a usage sub will just be like 100GB of download bandwidth, and you don’t get charged again until you use that 100GB.

Wait, so I have to pay for access and even then it’s still limited?

You know what works and is unlimited (subject to ISP restrictions that aren’t related to bittorrent)? Torrenting.

Some people are just insane and swear they can see a quality difference between compressed and uncompressed.

I think it’s bunk, but it’s not my storage space.

Great, someone made Wheelers from Return to OZ

Lifted from the photo and not error checked in any way.

[7:52:18 PM] … impressive

[7:52:22 PM]

[7:52:26 PM]

[7:52:30 PM]

the windows 10 Ul development was the most enormous shitstorm i’ve seen in a while how hard is it to move some fucking settings menus many people have pointed out that the Ul is upgraded piecemeal

7:52:34 PMJ … oh god

[7:52:36 PM] … you have no idea

[7:52:37 PM] … it’s so hard

[7:52:41 PM]

[7:52:43 PM]

i tried to ADD A DROPDOWN

[7:52:56 PM] … DO YOU WANT ME TO DESCRIBE IN EXCRUCIATING DETAIL WHAT IT TAKES TO ADD A DROPDOWN TO THE CONTROL PANEL?

[7:53:08 PM]|

I find myself overcome with morbid curiosity

[7:53:09 PM]|

is it like javafx and fxml?

[7:53:14 PM]

hahahahahahaha

[7:53:15 PM] … hahahahahahahaha

[7:53:17 PM] … NO

[7:53:42 PM]

describe to me what it takes to add a dropdown to the control panel.

[7:53:47 PM]

grabs a pillow and brown paper bag

[7:54:10 PM

control panel or settings?

|7:54:14 PM]

probably some ancient mayan rites

[7:54:18 PM] … lots of goats

7:54:33 PM

and registry entries

[7:56:54 PM]

see, first you find the folder that contains the code files for the control panel, and there will be like, 5 of them, each with something like 2000 lines of code, except for one that had 15000

lines of code and I never found out why. Once you find the C++ code file for the specific subsection of the control panel, you must then find the appropriate XAML file that is matched up to this code file, and then search through it to find another dropdown box element you can copy and paste because no one actually knows how any of this works. Then you have to go into a resource file and find a very specific resource ID for your control panel string, and create a new resource ID to tie it to. Then, you must find all the relevent C++ code tying the dropdown you copied, and copy and paste all that code, but this time, modify the hooks so it gets tied to your new dropdown. Then you have to run through 2 seperate specialized compilers to compile the resource files, and if ANYTHING GOES WRONG, literally ANYTHING, the ONLY ERROR YOU GET BACK is this:

-1

So after you run around screaming for a DAY because there is no explanation for what the fuck is going on, you give it to your coworker, who discovers that every single number in the resource file must increase by exactly 1, and if there are any holes in those numbers, everything fails completely. Then you can actually finish compiling the special compiler stuff and start building the actual codebase through a specialized plugin built for visual studio for the sole purpose of dealing with this fucking codebase, and then you might actually get something to compile.

[7:57:42 PM]

WHAT

[7:57:43 PM] … THE

7:57:46 PM] … FUCKING

[7:57:47 PM] … FUCK

[7:57:59 PM]

THAT

7:58:04 PM] … is how you add a dropdown

Smiernesirke

7:58:07 PM1

to the control panel

7:58:08 PM] … in windows

7:58:20 PM] … and people ask me why I quit that job

7:58:36 PM]|

how old is this “specialized plugin”

7:58:39 PM1

how do they live?

7:58:46 PM]

from what i can tell about 7-8 years, i think

7:58:59 PM]

do you have to be dead inside to write code for Windows?

7:59:02 PM1

Can we just compile this kind of shit into a doc to then send to zefrank so he can do a vid on True Facts About Microsoft

7:59:04 PM]

think it was based on an even older IDE they were using so it gets complicated

7:59:14 PM] …

Yes.

7:59:22 PM]

rip

7:59:36 PM]

again it is hard for me to even explain how any of his works, because most people there don’t even know how it works

7:59:39 PM]

microsoft needs to make like mojang and just haul ass to an entirely new codebase

7:59:43 PM]

they’re bootstrapping shit on more shit

7:59:44 PM1

if mojang can say “fuck the modders”

7:59:51 PM] … then microsoft can say “fuck the software devs” just as well.

7:59:55 PM]

See, you don’t understand, they keep trying and failing miserably

8:00:02 PM] … For example, lets take the build system

8:00:04 PM]|

Isn’t the legacy control panel codebase deprecated tho?

8:00:09 PM] … Because of Settings.appx

8:00:21 PM]

“deprecated” is just a fucking label basically

8:00:27 PM] … shit still uh

8:00:30 PM]

Yes, that was the new control panel

8:00:30 PM]

well it doesn’t “work”

8:00:34 PM] … and it’s not “usable”

8:00:34 PM]

that was the “new” codebase

8:00:35 PM]

but it’s

8:00:36 PM]

Oh my

8:00:37 PM]

that’s why it was in XAML

8:00:37 PM1

means “you shouldnt use it but if you do it’s all k”

8:00:38 PM]

accessible…?

8:00:45 PM]

you think i’m describing legacy code here

8:00:46 PM] … i’m not

8:00:53 PM] … this is me trying to add a dropdown to the windows 10 NEW CONTROL PANEL

Error. Please drink a verification can.

Try them with real sugar. I find that real sugar doesn’t leave that filmy aftertaste

Pick-a me up. Pick-a me up. Pick-a me up…

Thank you.

How would I know, why should I care?

It’s a club, and you ain’t in it - George Carlin

He sold his own 150$ “textbook” that you had to purchase from a copy shop next to campus.

Would have been interesting for the entire class to buy one, take it to another copy shop, and all split the entire cost.

Then, next year, hang out outside the classroom and offer to sell it to people for $20-$50.

Blue folder would be a little tougher….

Possibly, but for how ad laiden YT has become it’s a path I’m willing to take.

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

What am I looking at?

Whatever happened to it?