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  • …HTTP is a high level application protocol and its errors are supposed to be around access to resources…

    I’ve had fellow developers fight me on this point, in much the same way as your parent post.

    “If you return a 404 for a record not found, how will I know I have the right endpoint?”

    You’ll know you have the right endpoint because I advertised it—in Open API, in docs, etc.

    “But, if /users/123 returns a 404, does that mean that the endpoint can’t be found or the record can’t be found?”

    Doesn’t matter. That resource doesn’t exist. So, act appropriately.

  • …Nor is the trump admin actually using it to pay down the debt…

    That’s the damning thing: Any savings are going towards tax cuts for the already-wealthy…

    …Anyway, defunding the NOAA to pay off the national debt is like skipping a coffee, once, to pay down a mortgage on a house.

    …and then going out and buying an expensive car.

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  • That’s pretty much it. Trump—really, the folks who control him—is going to wall us off from the rest of the world, while the rest of the world continues moving forward. In power. In technology. In medicine.

  • You jest, but I would seriously consider the possibility that he’ll sue anyone selling the stock, and sue the government for not investing in it expressly.

    I mean, god, the tantrums he’s thrown at having advertisers take breaks—because I don’t think any of them truly left—from Twitter should be proof enough of the possibility.

  • He said we are still waiting for the hype to become reality, in the form of something obvious and impossible to miss, like the world economy shooting up 10% across the board.

    That’s such an odd turn of phrase. “We’re still waiting for the hype to become a reality…” and “…something obvious and impossible to miss…”

    So, like, do I have to time to go to the bathroom and get a drink, before I sit down and start staring at the empty space, or…?

    Don’t get me wrong. I work with this stuff every day at this point. My job is LLMs and model training pipelines and agentic frameworks. But, there is something… off, about saying the equivalent of “it’ll happen any day now…”

    It may just, but making forward-looking decisions on something that doesn’t exist—may not come to pass—feels like madness.

  • I’ve basically given up hope of the bubble ever bursting, as the market lives in La La Land, where no amount of bad decision-making seems to make a dent in the momentum of “line must go up”.

    Would it be cool for negative feedback to step in and correct the death spiral? Absolutely. But, I advise folks to not start holding their breath so soon…

  • Very bold move, in a tech climate in which CEOs declare generative AI to be the answer to everything, and in which shareholders expect line to go up faster…

    I half expect to next read an article about his ouster.

  • No, no… Look, the “eye of the needle” was just some narrow wall in the city of Jerusalem. If you tried hard enough, you could squeeze a fully-laden camel through. So, see: Jesus was saying that it was still possible to be filthy rich and get into heaven. Just have to squeeze your way in. No need to learn an uncomfortable lesson here.

    (/s)

  • Was she karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge—her brother-in-law—an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: "The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist", "Fillings of Passion", and "The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink"?

  • My dad smoked Camels while I was growing up, and, to this day, I still like the smell of them. Reminds me so much of him, and all the little opportunities he took to light up.

    Absolutely hated how my clothes would smell after going back to my mom’s, though. Just awful…