In a major UX fail, the list is alphabetized, presumably so you can find your order, but this erases any indication of progress. I've occupied the bottom slot the entire time.
But my order has finally popped out. This concludes today's review.
Also the slowest Starbucks I've ever been to. They have an order status screen, like the standby screen at the airport, but it doesn't appear to be moving. My order has been "received" but not "in progress" for 13 minutes now.
Today's adventure is checking out the new Jefferson Starbucks one block away from a previously closed store that was deemed untenable. The difference seems to be relying on Jefferson security to chase away the homeless.
Me coming back after lunch to see what the chatbot has coded up.
“The vibes were great,” said Ventresca, who had turned her cap inside out after the Dodgers put four runs on the board to take a commanding lead. “But the ending was not.”
Current read is Tomorrow & Tomorrow & Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin. A few chapters in, and it's pretty big on the Oregon trail and duck hunt nostalgia, but not entirely obsessed with itself like ready player one.
Hannah asked if Dov cared which programming language they used.
"Why would I care? They're all identical. They all can suck my dick. And I mean that literally. You have to make whatever programming language you use suck your dick. It needs to serve you." Dov looked over at Hannah. "You don't have a dick, so clit, what-ever. Pick the programming language that is going to make you come."
Hannah laughed nervously and avoided Dov's eyes. "So, Java is good?" Hannah said quietly. "Some people I know don't, like, respect Java, but—"
"Respect Java? Seriously, fuck whoever said that. Whatever. Pick the programming language that is going to make me come," Dov added.
Sadie liked the phrase "an abundance of caution." It reminded her of a murder of crows, a flock of seagulls, a pack of wolves. She imagined that "caution" was a creature of some kind-maybe, a cross between a Saint Bernard and an elephant. A large, intelligent, friendly animal that could be counted on to defend the Green sisters from threats, existential and otherwise.
I regret to inform you that people are bamboozled by percentages. If the number of blue marbles goes from 4 to 6, that's 50% growth, but it doesn't mean 50% of the thousands of marbles in my giant marble jar are blue.
A federal team in El Paso that once pursued child traffickers has been disbanded. A Kansas task force focused on stemming the flow of fentanyl has been redirected. Highway checkpoints near the southwest border—some on roads long identified as major drug-trafficking routes—have gone unstaffed.
Why? Nobody is going to start watching CBS because they think she's going to "fix" it; they're just going to call her a sell out. And it's not going to help retain existing viewers at all.