Bro, I can’t believe how that happened. They erased Jenkins from the timeline and somehow history was completely unaffected, because his brother became Fuhrer. Like what the shit

What the fuck is a metaverse?

Rarified salami, hahaha, that got a good chuckle out of me

That seems to require a level of foresight and planning that most corporations don’t have. That’s almost like a blueprint for failure when some middle manager changes the scope of a project with a hard coded time limit, IMO.

Anyone interested in not-agile development? Maybe we can call it “Ship it when it’s ready” lol

Ancient developer here / not really a coder, but what the hell is “Agile” software development?

Is it some kind of pseudonym for pushing buggy, untested code to a production server or something?

Like a speed run category for software development?

I’m an AI Developer.

TLDR: CUDA.

Getting ROCM to work properly is like herding cats.

You need a custom implementation for the specific operating system, the driver version must be locked and compatible, especially with a Workstation / WRX card, the Pro drivers are especially prone to breaking, you need the specific dependencies to be compiled for your variant of HIPBlas, or zLUDA, if that doesn’t work, you need ONNX transition graphs, but then find out PyTorch doesn’t support ONNX unless it’s 1.2.0 which breaks another dependency of X-Transformers, which then breaks because the version of HIPBlas is incompatible with that older version of Python and …

Inhales

And THEN MAYBE it’ll work at 85% of the speed of CUDA. If it doesn’t crash first due to an arbitrary error such as CUDA_UNIMPEMENTED_FUNCTION_HALF

You get the picture. On Nvidia, it’s click, open, CUDA working? Yes?, done. You don’t spend 120 hours fucking around and recompiling for your specific usecase.

I love Lemmy

Yeah honestly, I bought Tarkov second-hand for $8 and even then I felt like I was getting ripped off.

It’s probably not news to anyone but the game has extremely lax anti-cheat controls.

As for why people would cheat in an online game, it always seems obvious from a psychological standpoint, but the cheats for Tarkov are so egregious they’re like full blown developer offline DEBUG TOOLS.

I don’t mean “oh no, aim assistance, and they can see you through walls” – the cheat tools are hooking into features of the GAME ENGINE ITSELF, allowing players to see:

PlayerName, Current HP, Current Level, Full inventory contents, currently equipped weapon, position, heading, estimated value of inventory, estimated value of your account, age of account creation, and so on.

They can also: Teleport, FLY, increase or decrease their run speed, jump height, and so on.

The cheaters are basically running around with admin privileges in the game, and the developers don’t give a flying fuck. It’s like GTA5 levels of cheating.

Why would anyone play such a game, much less pay $150 to be abused by people? You can slam your dick in a car door for a lot less.

Hello fellow pog, it is me, your ancestor :>

Are you kidding me? No way. You can’t trademark a word or a typo. That’s dumb.

Jeremy deserves every ounce of his fame from Pure Pwnage

I fucking did. The Internet will never let me live it down.

However, it belongs to you all now!

Be free

And get rekt :p

The mushroom kingdom’s lack of affordable healthcare was the real villian all along!

Hemlo, inventor of PWN here.

It was a misspelling of “Owned” in a Warcraft 2 map that I made. People thought it was funny that it upset me when I noticed the typo and perpetuated the map version with the misspelling.

“Player 1 was pwned.”

For more Internet history facts, stay tuned.

The answer was to disable FreeSync. FreeSync was causing the stuttering with SAM turned on.

My first Android was an HTC Hero, which was released in ~ October of 2009.

One of the first things I did was swap the location of the Maps and Store icons to make it easier to reach on the edge of the phone.

I recall people complaining that same year that the iPhone 1 couldn’t copy or paste text.

:)

That was my grandfather’s advice as well and he survived the Soviet Union

It’s that weird emotion you feel on your first full pack of saltines, not the 54th one

I used to suffer from clinical depression, and part of that I believe is because I used food as a coping mechanism to deal with inescapable stress and other pressures of toxic hyper-capitalist society (basically like anyone else with a substance abuse problem, except my substance was pizza).

Eating pizza every day, makes you fat. Being fat, makes life harder in general, you weigh more, are constantly fatigued, doing simple actions requires more effort, and dating is well - I mean, it’s tougher.

Add the depression on top of that and it’s like those jokes: “Sick, fat, lonely and tired.” A recipe for disaster.

I began working out, but the word is wrong. I began training. I didn’t follow the same policies and procedures of the lethally infirm/sick society that made me sick in the first place, but I went and struck it out on my own.

I went to the outskirts of the city, to No Man’s Land, and I cycled in the mid afternoon summer’s heat, 4-5 hours at a time.

I know what you’re thinking, “where does someone find the time to cycle 4-5 hours a day while holding down a job for 8 hours as well” and the answer is, your instinctual response to this tells you everything you need to know about how our society is organized and how we approach diet, exercise, and living in general.

I didn’t “work out”. I didn’t “exercise” to look good. I didn’t meticulously drive 3 miles to an air conditioned gym to run 3 miles in place on a fucking rolling machine.

I crawled through the gaping maw of hell and emerged the other side, intact. Alive, and without the depression around my ankles.

So yeah, it helped. :)

I recall it being an argument in a high school debate club or someother which made it’s way onto 4chan and found supporters, who then proceeded to do what 4chan does best, and troll people/targets of their derision. Basically they assumed no one was stupid enough to believe it and were shockingly surprised.