Keeping parents with their children, or in worst-case scenarios, painstakingly accounted for, should be an international rule of law.
I thought I might release @MarsEdit 4.1 this week, but it didn’t work out that way. Given WWDC I think I’ll skip a week. #FeatureCreep
My response to a 2-star review led to the customer explaining in detail, and helping me debug and fix a serious bug. Feedback loops, FTW!
The equivalent of caveman debugging for Auto Layout: just delete elements from your view until things work right.
[Image: Screenshot of Mac user interface showing a window from the app MarsEdit with elements removed and an annotation indicating those were the bad UI elements.]
Woo! Congrats @ccgus on the launch of Retrobatch 1.0 for the Mac. Truly stellar batch image processing utility: flyingmeat.com/retrobatc…
Apparently I post about “Lake Charles” every two years!
I am so enamored by the poetry of song lyrics. Currently (re) obsessed with “Lake Charles” by Lucinda Williams. So simple and so true.
Boston’s version of the Paris balcony baby rescue hero.
Is it just me or does Subtropical Storm Alberto look like a deranged Woody Woodpecker?
Oh, Apple.
Wow, Ireland’s 8th Amendment was even less popular than Trump.
I wonder if I’m the only atheist loudly singing Neutral Milk Hotel’s “I love you Jesus Christ” right at this moment. (Probably not.)
If you have kids, you will wake with them, whenever they wake, for years. This will go on until the day they don’t want or need you. Enjoy!
Toppings tonight.
It’s even better having avoided any pop culture knowledge about it, except for Stephen Malkmus’s song mentioning the 1973 version.
“Perhaps you saw me in Westworld I acted like a robotic cowboy…” - Stephen Malkmus
It took me a long time to get around to watching Westworld, but now I’m two episodes in and totally hooked. What a cool show.
Most programmers will spend a whole day writing code to avoid spending $20 on an app, and then spend $20 to avoid boiling water for pasta.
I planted blueberries a few years ago and am finally seeing the first fruit form.
Several lyrics to this song haunt me at various times. In a good way. Great pop music teaches plebes like me to really appreciate poetry.
“New Girl” by The Long Winters is carried by its lyrics. To cite one:
“Your solo show, I hope it never closes. It was the time of my life.”
Amen.