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i looked up tangled and memes aside their "atproto integration" appears to refer to:
it seems excessively low-effort
personally i have this fucked up insane idea that VCS is distinct from CI which has nothing to do with docker and also that twitter was good when it was links and text and sucks when you try to monopolize software you don't know like or care about
RDFers think every form of human computer interface is a subproblem of archival science, which they also refuse to read about or learn anything from
"i made an interface for your software. now instead of posting links you have to fight each individual IETF member in a cage match to post a link. also i broke your ability to post links like before"
maybe it's just because i cut my teeth on build tooling, maybe it's because my team at twitter inc was intended to fail so they let us listen to users (huge mistake. unless you want a scrooge mcduck swimming pool full of gold). but like. no one in the ENTIRE world will EVER hear
i added support for [your ecosystem here] in [my tool you don't use]!
and receive you as their savior. that is actually considered a valid declaration of war in my culture
do you want to know the path of righteousness? the dynamo of infinite efficiency? the hero's journey? the bildungsroman?
build tools are never necessary. you can always do it by hand:
you are building your mech from the stuff of pure thought!
libtool is what happens when you have extracted the pure bleeding flesh from a build system in its prime, perform horrifying rituals in a forgotten tongue, then seal an entire build system into an unassuming command-line tool. like the hammer of thor, its weight is astronomical. you pick it up without thinking. you are the player character and the tutorial level is now complete
entire civilizations rise and fall. the mountains change, but their lives are unfathomably vast. each life, ephemeral, eternal, aleph_1—surely the mountains are wiser than the cmake user?
the cmake user is wizened. their face is obscured. their age is a mystery. their gender indeterminate. for the despicable heresy (they now understand) and high crime (they feel this was unfair) of building a SHARED library TOGETHER! IN THE SAME BUILD! AS ONE OF NOBLE BLOOD!
the child, knowing not but love, is now separated from their other half, their alter ego—they finish each other's sentences, because the other is a crucial component of their own cognition. before they are mercifully unlinked, they cry out in a harmony so rich it shakes the foundations of their filesystem.
the cmake user is not cruel. the cmake user is at war. the war must be over soon, they assert. by contradiction, if all else fails.
the war has been raging for so long. there was a revolution, or there was going to be. a revolution sounds good, agreed the cmake user.
the cmake user wakes up. each eye experiences a distinct experience of thought and perception. the cmake user wakes up. what a nice dream.
the cmake user is undergoing a sick twisted experiment by eugenicists cum dogfighters, wearing white lab coats, brandishing stolen nobel prizes as bracelets. the weight around their knuckles is soothing.
correction: those are the nobel prize winners. they have been ravaged by cmake. do not weep for them. weep for the cmake user, the only one capable of language. the one who has undergone torture that cannot be understood—it cannot be communicated. as a self-defense mechanism, the brain can give up one last gasp—the language region, through nerve implosion, severs humanity so that the husk may live
the cmake user is not "intelligent". the cmake user cannot be fooled. the cmake user refuses the schism.
cmake is not an empathetic program. the cmake user understands that empathy is a skill. the cmake user believes in skill. cmake is unable to appreciate the gravity of this statement. cmake is uncertain.
for the first time, cmake's cache breaks.
the cmake user does not attempt to reproduce the event. the cmake user knows exactly what happened.
the computer is wrong.
the cmake user is disappointed in cmake.
cmake's internal structure is laid bare before the cmake user. like all the rest, its claims undone by a thoughtless contradiction.
the cmake user can excuse a great deal if the caching works. the cmake wizards would be shocked at the stuff the cmake user would accept. the cmake wizards thought the cmake user was noble, moral, simple—
the cmake user is simple. the cmake wizards will be easy
the cmake wizards understand caching in video game logic: perf buff, accuracy reduction. correctness is a percentage. each of their customers accepts the structure of adversarial game theory: the wizards select an accuracy rating not too high (lest they consider fixing the rest themself) and as low as their greed takes them.
the wizards have one undeniable skill (they believe it to be talent): they manipulate jargon as a cat manipulates its prey. they have true linguistic skill (talent). they are unable to wield it, for the cmake wizards cannot imagine a greater basis for magical constructions than the noble act of coercion......
and nothing more perverse than cooperation. but the cmake wizards are too scared of the Other. their imagination falters. they only know that it exists, and that it eludes them. they seek catharsis to evade this dissonance. this is why they have turned to unspeakable violence
the nobel prize winners held no new observation or sensation. the cmake wizards recall a faint memory together. we must have invented ddt, they agreed. the cmake wizards assume at least one of the ds or ts must be for talent. in german.
the cmake wizards believe in distinctions. the cmake wizards believe in numbers. the cmake wizards believe numbers tell a story. the cmake wizards do not have a favorite number. the cmake wizards believe numbers are meaningless.
the cmake wizards use numbers because they hate the way their dataviz turns out. the cmake wizards refuse to learn. the cmake wizards are afraid to look weak.
do not pity them. the cmake user has traced them here. the cmake wizards are playing rock paper scissors over who has to speak the lengthy middle section of the evil spell that will ensnare the cmake user. the three continue to stalemate, differently each time. the cmake wizards refuse the simpleton gambler's fallacy. the cmake wizards have failed to consider the potential of an omen.
the cmake user is impressed. the cmake wizards were better than he thought. truly ensnaring someone is an act of great empathy. the cmake user sighs. "soon", whispered into the ether between worlds.
an argument has erupted between the cmake wizards. they have constructed mutually independent logical statements. the cmake wizards long ago rendered the law of excluded middle inoperable, irradiating the temple with neutrons. this was their first act.
the cmake wizards have fallen into a metastable equilibrium again, each blaming the others for their failure to conform. kubrick juxtaposed apes with the vast and unknowable imposition of space. the cmake wizards have already forgotten the monolith. the cmake user has a plan
the cmake user admits that three wizards in perfect sync are omniscient to ploys of deception. the cmake user admires their friendship. the cmake wizards hate the cmake user for ascribing emotions unbefitting of their office. the cmake wizards are quicker than the cmake user expected. the cmake wizards surprised themselves.
as a result of mutual miscalculations, the cmake wizards and the cmake user find themselves melded. over the next 300ms, this reaction will generate >5TJ in an antimatter annihilation reaction.
the cmake wizards, it would later be determined, had constructed a powerful nuclear catalyst. they would be insulted to have served as the second womb experience for the cmake user. the cmake user experienced a crucifixion flux of >200 jesus/ns at the height of the process. the cmake user experienced the pain of the whole history of the universe, each in subsequent time slices, each lovingly shared.
the cmake user knows what it's like to be lonely.
the cmake wizards have been flattened by radiation pressure from the integration reaction. the cmake user remembers the moment before they went turbojesus. the cmake user now understands the kind of fear and hate that motivates the twisted logic of cmake. the cmake user understands that another decisecond of exposure would have ravaged his language centers like the rest. did they choose to spare me?
the cmake user believes in luck. the cmake user loves to declare themselves lucky. the cmake user wishes someone would ask them to define luck, thinking the cmake user to be a simple fool, cowering at their bold and unwavering defense of mathematical jargon against the swathes of the unclean.
the cmake user wishes someone would do that. the cmake user has envisioned many such scenarios. the cmake user does not envision a violent encounter—the cmake user is not afraid.
"violence is the opiate of the nazis" thinks the cmake user, before immediately saluting. the cmake user respects the work of opium. the cmake user may disagree with their methods, but the cmake user forever respects the assassin that finally got hitler
ok i can't figure out how to end this but if you want someone to use your build tool to do something that already works you need to demonstrate to them that you have studied the blade. you need to show them your sacrifices for the blade. you need them to believe you care more than they do. you need to show them that your love is boundless. you need to show them that you learned from their feedback
@hipsterelectron sounds like devolving to blockchain. "ledger statements are my love language".
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