On my computer, this pushes one core to ~60%, eats ~40MB of memory over the course of about a minute and then segfaults.

I did make one small change to the condition which would mean that it would bail out if available memory got too low, but 40MB barely even registered so it was basically true the whole time. In retrospect, I probably should have been monitoring process count instead (or done both), but I guess I got away with it.

As OP says, you need to create subprocesses with & to cause real problems.

*Bash 5.2.15 / LMDE6 / who knows what other factors. Try these things at your own risk. Or better, just don’t.

On the one hand, the PDF editing feature could be useful, but on the other, it’s a sign of yet more feature creep and I don’t know whether I’m justified in feeling concerned about it.

Huh. I must be confusing it with “come ye onwards” unless you’re going to tell me that doesn’t work either.

Edit: “Hie thee to a nunnery” is in Shakespeare and the sentence as I had it can be parsed the same way. Can you explain why one works and the other doesn’t?

Simon Roper has better things to do with his time.

Obligatory grammar call-out, basically repeating something I said a while ago, the last time this showed up:

“cometh” is not grammatically correct in this context. The simple check is to replace “-eth” with “-es” which is what happened in English.

“Now comes onward!” is clearly missing a pronoun. And if you put a “he” or an “it” in there, it develops a very “it puts the lotion on its skin” kind of vibe, which almost works here, but not really. We could drop the -s and have “Now come onward!” which would be just fine, but it loses a bit of that medieval flair the artist is going for.

So, in panel two, she calls him “thee” which means they’re probably on familiar terms (I think I missed this last time, and its use and familiarity varies by era), but either way, it means she could use it again in panel three.

“Now come thee onward!”

Perfectly medieval-sounding. It even keeps that th, just in a different place.

Well, it worked with Crimea…

There are certain things that I have to avoid thinking about in order that I don’t enter a depressive phase or become suicidal. You are asking me to think about those things.

You are asking a hungry man with no legs to walk a thousand miles for food. “Grow new legs!” you say. “Find a way!”

You are asking me to beat my head repeatedly into a wall until I get through it. I have literally and figuratively bounced my head off a wall. Both made me not want to do that again.

Maybe you’ve got yourself out of this exact situation. Good for you. I am glad you managed it.

I am not you.

Possible does not mean probable, so yes, it’s possible, but don’t hold your breath.

Same. I’m not a John Smith* but my name is generic enough that it, or something sufficiently like it, has turned up in a number of places, sometimes to my detriment.

Back when I had Facebook (and more people had accounts that would turn up on search), I’d occasionally search my name and find quite a few people with the same across the world… and then freak out a bit because my name’s mine, what are all these people doing with my name?

Regular web searches have similar results.

On the bright side(?), if someone comes looking for me, they’re way more likely to find the others first, so it might well be in my interests to never change my name, even if I got the urge to do it.

* or am I?

Strange how this is one of those cases where someone who is clearly incompetent to meet a responsibility must nonetheless meet it. I should maybe pick myself up by my bootstraps while I’m at it.

all I can advise is make sure you get that shit sorted out or cleaned out before you pass away

I know you mean well, and I hate to say it, but this is roughly equivalent to telling a depressed person to “cheer up”.

I’m well aware of the burden this would leave someone having to clear out my house, because I’m the one with that same burden right now. This is not the motivation someone in good mental health might think it would be.

Mental illness does not imply stupidity. I mean, I’m plenty stupid a lot of the time, but the two aren’t connected. And I can see the problem where a lot of hoarders can’t. And yet, if I was capable of fixing the problem, it wouldn’t have existed in the first place.

It’s not always about what it might be worth later. It’s often about what it’s worth to the hoarder right now, and how much anguish getting rid of it would cause.

People will develop attachments to the most bizarre of things. Even a straw and a plastic lid.

Source: I’m pretty much a hoarder. Thankfully I don’t develop attachments to rubbish and recyclables like the character in this comic, but I have far too many books, clothes, knick-knacks and household items that I can’t let go of. Many were gifts.

The books are the worst because I feel like they’re tainted by having been in my house. If they ever leave here, the best place for them might be landfill or incineration and that feels like a waste. So here they languish where they might have some use.

You can’t wash a book.

I had a clear-out 10 years ago - anything that could be cleaned up went to charity - and still have regrets about some of that. The next one probably isn’t going to happen any time soon.

Left field answer: Any dried or dessicated fruit, e.g. sultanas, raisins, currants, cranberries, candied peel, etc.

… I did not intend those to be in reverse alphabetical order, but that’s how they came out.

Wasteful consumer answer: Tinned (in juice) or those fruit cup things.

This particular hillside isn’t in a preservation area or even an area that ought to be. It’s literally just lawn grass on a steep slope for the most part. If there were enough people taking the shortcut to cause problematic erosion, a desire path would be the first warning sign, and there isn’t one.

If the local authority thought it was a problem - the grass is mowed occasionally, so they keep an eye on it - I’m sure they’d put up signs threatening a fine for anyone cheating.

That said, I will bear what you’ve said in mind.

JavaScript is in that set of “some” languages. Most of it ties back to C’s struct tm which zero-indexes months (0-11), weekdays (0-6), and the rarely used day of year (0-365), as well as offsetting years by 1900.

The odd man out, so to speak, is the date (or “mday” as it’s called there), which is in the range 1-31. One (Perl) book I own suggests that the zero-based ones are used to index arrays of strings and implies this one is different because it generally isn’t used that way.

But anyway, these are decisions made 50 years ago that still haunt us.

Oh! This must be the guy who was called out on that exact thing and it gave him serious pause before he was able to jump-start the bullsh-tting part of his brain.

Reminds me of the advice to replace “economy” with “rich people’s yacht fund” to compare and contrast when reading or hearing financial opinions, especially from politicians.

I know a place that has switchback footpaths on the hillside. The gradient and terrain mean that it’s usually possible for anyone of rudimentary fitness to get down by taking a short-cut and heading straight down. Takes less than a minute.

Coming back up is hell either way. If you try the straight line, you need way more fitness than going down. It’s not a 45° slope, but it feels like one. If you take the switchbacks, it feels like you’re making no progress for far too long.

It might only be two or three minutes of strain, five or six for the switchbacks but it’s a real drag.

Edit: This response is not showing up where I want it to. I can’t tell whether my stupidity is preventing me from replying in the right place or this interface is suddenly acting screwy. @[email protected]

Perhaps I should reword one of my previous comments:

Me: The Earth is flat.

Them (You): Several paragraphs patiently explaining that it’s round.

Me: …

Sensible things look a lot like lies when you’re stood on your head.

Perhaps I should reword one of my previous comments:

Me: The Earth is flat.

Them: Several paragraphs patiently explaining that it’s round.

Me: …

Sensible things look a lot like lies when you’re stood on your head.