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  • Yeah, that's a good point, but the readmes that I've seen written by those who wrote the code themselves are not much better. Sure, they know what it's all about, which is precisely why it oftentimes isn't much help for a user.

    What's needed is someone who'd read the initial readme (written by the guy who wrote the code itself) and ask questions about the parts that were "too straightforward" to be included, or weren't explained clearly enough, or to bring down the general overview back to Earth.

    And if there's yet another person who'd go over this second pass, and keep it from being too dumbed down, even better. Keep it to the level of the average user. That requires knowing the kind of person who'd likely use the program.

  • I came here to say something similar.

    Just writing documentation alone, is a skill worthy of a full-time job! Of course, there'd be people who can volunteer their time to do that, but without someone with such skill at least taking a look and making sure it's understandable to someone who's got no idea what's going on? Let's just say that open source software help documentation is filled with such examples.

  • It takes a certain kind of a skill set and experience to be able to translate this "consumer view" into something that can be acted upon by a developer.

    Sure, the skill set can be developed, the knowledge (about software development, the available technologies, and having an idea of what is and isn't feasible in the first place) can be built up, and the experience (communicating with developers) can be accrued, but that really stops a lot of people from even thinking of contributing.

    Perhaps a subset of the (open-source) community can help in developing these (skills, knowledge, experience) among interested people. Teach people how to look for issues, bugs, or come up with feature requests; teach them how to put these into a form that's easily understood and appreciated by the developers, and finally, teach them how to communicate with developers without losing the "non-techie user POV" which makes their feedback valuable in the first place.

    IDK though, having read what I've just written, it seems to be quite a task.

  • Oh, yeah, I hear you! My go-to for those "I feel too lazy to cook something substantial" would be ramen because fried rice can actually be pretty hard work, lol!

    Also, thanks for the tip about fried eggs. We usually don't add much to our fried eggs here, just a bit of salt and a bit of all-purpose seasoning if we're feeling fancy. Otherwise, it'd be an omelette with onions and tomatoes and all that and it's already become a dish of its own.

  • If any dangerous pathogens are kept out or killed, I guess more power to the you? However, I'm just thinking: "Why not make fried rice out of that?" Heck, you'd just need some oil and garlic and letting that day-old rice cool and dry out a bit.

    Fry the egg first, then using the same oil the egg is fried in, then once the garlic is almost golden brown, take it off the oil and add the rice. Let the rice heat up and then add the chili paste, the garlic, the pork fu and/or whatever else you might have on hand you fancy adding. Season to taste and cook to desired "doneness". Some like it cooked to the point of the rice gaining that scorched and crunchy layer.

    And that's just basing off your recipe. A lot of dinner left-overs can be added to next day's fried rice, and it's just basically a way of dealing with left-overs (and rice) and cooking a one-dish meal out of it..

  • Yep, poaching an egg (or a couple) in the ramen as it's about to finish cooking is one of the ways I add eggs to instant ramen. Another is a technique similar to egg drop soup: stream pre-beaten eggs while stirring the ramen (also just about the ramen is done cooking).

    But I default to adding soft-boiled eggs. I cook the thoroughly washed eggs in the same water I'd cook the ramen on. I take the eggs off (put them into cold water if necessary, or I can just take them a bit early and let the residual heat take it the rest of the way), then cook the noodles. While waiting for the noodles to cook, I peel the eggs and then put them back into the noodles just before serving.

  • That's true. My alibi though would be that I've never left my room for years.

    Honestly though, I'd rather my exes live out their lives peacefully as I would like my life to be--hence all the "assuming XYZ" in my OP.

  • Eh, given that it's for a novel, odd and unhinged is a good thing, right?

  • Assuming I really hated them and wanted them to suffer, I'd rather that they be super successful.

    I'd want them to be successful enough that people not only have sexual fantasies on them, but also, deranged fans that stalk and harass them. The harassment, stalking, and the "pressures of celebrity" would also likely lead them into a downward spiral. Perhaps the only downside to this is that a crazy enough fan would abduct them, and kill them. If I really hated that ex's guts, I'd rather them suffer until they either spectacularly implode in public, or fade into obscurity only to resurface in the news as one of those "Where they are now?" articles showing their extremely sorry state.

    Otherwise, I don't really care. They're not my problem anymore. They'd have far better chances of living a normal life if they were super unsuccessful, though, so there's that.

  • Thank you. I've come to more or less a similar conclusion with regards to my issues. I'll deal with what I can deal with, with what I have, but for everything else, I'll just leave it be, hopefully in the past.

    Just as a note, I don't consider myself as having undergone the so-called Asian parenting, with parents employing not just corporal punishment, but also emotional blackmail to get their children to achieve academically, and save their faces; but I think it's the best word to describe what I've gone through. However, my siblings turned out alright (hopefully). I guess I‌ might have gone relatively unscathed had some things in my teenage years have gone differently.

  • The thing is, there was no explanation, nor an attempt at it. Parents back in my generation weren't supposed to.

    Parenting style where I grew up tend to be "don't explain, don't let your children ask, have them just follow." Corporal punishment is also normal, with being hit by clothes hangers, belts, or really, whatever they can get hands on. If that's not enough, we are asked to "meditate and discover what actually went wrong" while kneeling on (sea) salt for at least fifteen minutes.

    In one occasion, I was lasooed on the neck by a belt and having my face hit by the belt buckle. Of course, it was my fault, no questions asked. There was no explanation, and I was left alone in a room to recuperate.

    Oh, did I even explain that I eventually learned (quite early on, actually) that I shouldn't behave in "destructive ways"? Quite early on, as far as I‌ remember, well, at least while my mom's around. Again, I should emphasize this: there was no explanation, no attempt to, they weren't supposed to.

    And oh, counseling? Professional psychiatric help? Not a thing that is affordable where I‌ live. Not America, but might as well be a cheap clone of it.

  • Fair enough.

    My mom had been emotionally manipulative that it instilled in me that showing affection in anything will result in that thing being used against me. If that's not enough, she mocks me for the things I've shown interest on, usually telling me it's "useless" or "a hindrance". Later on, I learnt to fake emotion and attachment to things that I could very well afford losing. Moreover, if I can lose everything and anything I love at any moment, there's really no use being attached to anything.

    Anyways, I was ready to acknowledge that it's but one aspect of parenting. Parenting is hard, having seen my parents deal with us siblings, and then seeing my siblings deal with their own children. Parents (as a rule) try their best to raise their children in the best way they know how, for better or for worse. And even if my mom did gave me this trauma I've given up in dealing with (long story), I still love her.

  • Wouldn't that end up with a kid who values nothing, not even their own life?

    My mom used a similar technique to get me to do what she wants me to do, and I ended up, well, the way I am right now. I hide a lot of things from her, and if necessary, only pretend to show interest in things I don't give a damn about just to have a semblance of a personality. Worse, even if I‌ die right after this comment, I wouldn't mind one bit.

  • Good points! I forgot to say though, I graduated from high school a decade ago and I still sometimes have those school exam nightmares for some reason. I'm guessing it's because the trauma is real, lol! The pain of dying socially in high school stays with you.

  • This is mainly for my own self-indulgence, but I've long fancied writing an "isekai" story about someone who found himself in a "typical isekai" setting but with a twist.

  • For me, the first step is meeting people that I actually would not mind being around with. And people who are actually fun to be with, and do activities with that I want to do, but I can't do alone.

    And then keeping in mind that most people I'd meet aren't really out to hurt me. Most won't help me either, but either way, they're just minding their own business and that I'm just another person to them, at least at the start.

    And finally, learning the art of when not to give a fuck (and when to). I still suck at it though.

  • I'm not so sure about what my brain considers "combat readiness drills".

    I've had nightmares where I was woefully unprepared for an exam that I went to school, running late, without any pants nor underwear on. And as I sat for the exam, I felt so nervous I wanted to pee. And so I did, right in my seat. Thankfully, I was able to wake up before I peed in my bed.

    And then I've had a recurring nightmare where I was exploring an endless staircase, with a team of like-minded people. We kept going down and down, as some of our teammates eventually succumbed to fatigue, and then thirst as our supplies dwindled. In some versions, we ended up in the same place we began. In another version, we ended up at some large underground facility, totally dark except for the staircase where we came from.

    The only nightmare I could ever consider "combat readiness drill" is a nightmare where I found myself to be a civilian caught in a crossfire inside an abandoned factory, much like what you'd see in action films. How I ended up there, I have no idea, but I eventually got shot as I was trying to escape, and died.

  • HAHAHAHAHAHA! Dammit!

    I usually grind my own coffee (from roasted beans) before making my coffee in the morning, and I tell you, when I used a basic hand grinder, I can kill way more than five minutes. It's really a meditative process though, and as a bonus, the aroma wafting from the freshly ground beans is really relaxing. Having said that, I bought myself an electric grinder since I just want my caffeine on most mornings. Still a meditative process though, just with less hand movement nowadays and more staring at the ground coffee falling into a heap. And then there's staring at the drip coffee machine as the black liquid trickles into the carafe.