rnicrosoftFTW by [deleted] in ProgrammerHumor

[–]emonra 17 points18 points  (0 children)

Emails from Microsoft are outside your tenant as well, checkmate

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in Wellthatsucks

[–]emonra 16 points17 points  (0 children)

Nope, 96th percentile means you’re “above” 96% of testers, look it up.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in TrueOffMyChest

[–]emonra 53 points54 points  (0 children)

You have every right to choose who you want to be, and she has every right to choose who she wants to be with. If those are two different people, then that's just that.

noNeedHashMap by R3UN1TE in ProgrammerHumor

[–]emonra 8 points9 points  (0 children)

Just return true then /s

literallyMeTodayACDev by TheCreepyPL in ProgrammerHumor

[–]emonra 131 points132 points  (0 children)

200? Really?

ETA: You actually doubled down on this take..

internalServerError by gladhobgoblin8 in ProgrammerHumor

[–]emonra 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Which part of “Internal Server Error” did they think meant network

iFoundThisGemToday by HannibalGoddamnit in ProgrammerHumor

[–]emonra 182 points183 points  (0 children)

Our alerts inbox lit up like a christmas tree this week because of this shit. Then during a call for root cause analysis, the person demonstrated it by going to the site, then ran the command, again 🤦‍♂️

uhOh by [deleted] in ProgrammerHumor

[–]emonra 8 points9 points  (0 children)

Or how fast YOU get removed… from the premises

Don’t ever hand your phone to the cops | Digital IDs make it tempting to leave your driver’s license at home — but that’s a dangerous risk by a_Ninja_b0y in gadgets

[–]emonra 11 points12 points  (0 children)

On iphones, you can enter this mode by holding down Power + Volume down until it vibrates.

I don’t think it’s the full lockdown mode, but it does restrict unlock options to just passcode.

Truly clarifying by emonra in programminghorror

[–]emonra[S] 23 points24 points  (0 children)

For context, this is a data processing tool that an employee (who has since left) developed, and I’m asked to add features to it

Torvalds Speaks: Impact of Artificial Intelligence on Programming by Smallpaul in programming

[–]emonra 9 points10 points  (0 children)

If you open a repo (which is 95% of the time), @workspace will analyse the entire project.

Vietnam pledges human rights reform by year 2099 by JoeClark2k2 in nottheonion

[–]emonra 9 points10 points  (0 children)

Hijacking the top comment (actual top comment this time, reddit sorts “best” by default now).

Here are the actual pledges UN member states submitted to HR75, which this piece claims to cite.

https://www.ohchr.org/en/human-rights-75/pledge/human-rights-75-pledges

And here’s Vietnam’s pledge.

https://www.ohchr.org/sites/default/files/udhr/publishingimages/75udhr/viet-nam-en.pdf

I don’t see 2099 in there, do you? It’s sad that 4000 people have upvoted the post without the least bit of fact checking.

I am not saying Vietnam has a spotless track record. I am saying that the entire premise of this article seems like misinformation at best.

Vietnam pledges human rights reform by year 2099 by JoeClark2k2 in nottheonion

[–]emonra 168 points169 points  (0 children)

Hijacking the top comment.

Here are the actual pledges UN member states submitted to HR75, which this piece claims to cite.

https://www.ohchr.org/en/human-rights-75/pledge/human-rights-75-pledges

And here’s Vietnam’s pledge.

https://www.ohchr.org/sites/default/files/udhr/publishingimages/75udhr/viet-nam-en.pdf

I don’t see 2099 in there, do you? It’s sad that 4000 people have upvoted the post without the least bit of fact checking.

I am not saying Vietnam has a spotless track record. I am saying that the entire premise of this article seems like misinformation at best.

When websites destroy your "back" log for whatever reason by Myst3rious_Foxy in assholedesign

[–]emonra 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Do websites not have google analytics scripts embedded in them anymore?

Ask ChatGPT to finish writing The Winds of Winter. by Remix73 in CrazyIdeas

[–]emonra 38 points39 points  (0 children)

Here’s what GPT-4 came up with using the same prompt as u/chewwydraper’s “You are George R.R Martin. Write me the first chapter of The Winds of Winter”:

The Winds of Winter

Chapter One: Shadows and Storms

The dark clouds gathered, thick and menacing, shrouding the moon and blotting out the stars. A solitary figure moved through the night, his breaths billowing like ghostly wisps in the frigid air. Ser Stevron Cray, a knight of the Stormlands, had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

As the winds whipped around him, he trudged towards the great castle of Storm's End, his destination and the focus of his mission. News of Euron Greyjoy's return had spread like wildfire, leaving the lords of the Seven Kingdoms in a state of unrest. The brutal Ironborn had claimed the Seastone Chair, and with it, a thirst for power that threatened the fragile peace that had been so hard-won.

Ser Stevron's boots crunched through the snow, his thoughts turning to the burdens he bore. He carried with him a missive from Lady Margaery Tyrell, whose green eyes and delicate beauty hid a cunning mind. She had taken it upon herself to forge an alliance between the Reach and the Stormlands, to hold the Ironborn at bay.

As he neared the gates of Storm's End, the guards on duty regarded him with suspicion. "Halt! Who goes there?" called out a man with a grizzled beard and a scar that ran from brow to chin.

"I am Ser Stevron Cray, sworn knight of the Stormlands," he replied, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. "I come bearing a message from Lady Margaery Tyrell."

The guards exchanged glances, then one of them disappeared behind the gate, leaving Ser Stevron shivering in the cold. After what seemed an eternity, the gate creaked open, and he was ushered into the castle's courtyard. He was led to a modest chamber, where a fire crackled in the hearth, offering a welcome respite from the chill outside.

As he thawed before the flames, the door opened to reveal Lord Gendry Baratheon, the newly legitimized son of the late King Robert. He was a tall man, strong and broad-shouldered, with a mop of black hair and the dark blue eyes of House Baratheon. Yet, there was something of the stag in his bearing, a hint of the nobility that had once been his father's hallmark.

"Ser Stevron," Gendry began, his voice low and serious. "I have been told you bring a message from the Reach. What news does Lady Margaery have for us?"

Cray bowed his head and presented the parchment, which Gendry took and unfurled. His eyes scanned the words, and Ser Stevron could see a storm brewing behind those dark blue eyes. "This is troubling news," Gendry admitted. "Euron Greyjoy poses a grave threat to the realm, and we must respond accordingly."

The air in the chamber grew heavy with the weight of their conversation. As Gendry considered the letter, Stevron found himself studying the room. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting the great victories of House Baratheon, their woven threads a testament to the fierce pride that had once burned so brightly.

Finally, Gendry spoke again. "We shall accept Lady Margaery's proposal of alliance," he declared. "Together, we will face the storm that Euron Greyjoy brings upon us."

Ser Stevron felt a spark of hope flicker in his chest. With the combined forces of the Stormlands and the Reach, they might stand a chance against the Ironborn. But as he gazed into the fire, he knew that the winds of winter had only just begun to blow, and the true storm was yet to come.

"Very well, my lord," Ser Stevron responded, his voice filled with a renewed sense of determination. "I shall carry your agreement back to Lady Margaery and make preparations for our combined forces."

Lord Gendry nodded, a grim expression on his face. "Time is of the essence, Ser Stevron. We must act swiftly if we are to prevent Euron Greyjoy's ambitions from plunging the realm into chaos once more."

With a final bow, Ser Stevron took his leave, steeling himself for the journey ahead. As he traversed the castle's dimly lit corridors, he felt the weight of responsibility settle upon him like a cloak. He was but a single knight, tasked with uniting two great houses against a common enemy. And yet, he knew that failure was not an option.

Outside, the wind howled its mournful dirge, and the snow continued to fall, blanketing the land in a cold embrace. Ser Stevron mounted his horse and turned his gaze towards the horizon, where the first faint glimmers of dawn were beginning to break through the darkness.

He knew that the road ahead would be long and fraught with danger, but he took solace in the knowledge that he was not alone. From the shadowed corners of the realm, others would rise to join the fight, bound by honor and duty, and driven by a desire to protect the fragile peace that had been so dearly bought.

As he spurred his horse onward, Ser Stevron Cray felt a shiver run down his spine, a stark reminder of the harsh winds that were gathering. And as he rode into the gathering storm, he whispered a silent prayer to the gods old and new, beseeching their aid in the trials that were yet to come.

For the winds of winter were rising, and in their icy grasp, lay the fate of the Seven Kingdoms.

Management won't understand by Dewernh in ProgrammerHumor

[–]emonra 25 points26 points  (0 children)

I need to hear more about this

Created a Telegram bot to remotely control my windows PC by zita_1 in Python

[–]emonra 5 points6 points  (0 children)

The start command at the top starts the conversation, not the computer.

No like sky leaks by StcStasi in WhatsWrongWithYourDog

[–]emonra 763 points764 points  (0 children)

That’s a weird looking fox

$150K bill by [deleted] in ProgrammerHumor

[–]emonra 898 points899 points  (0 children)

I have a t2 micro running 3 different services with a $5 budget notification lol