The only reason I didn't impulse buy a teleconverter to tack on my impulse bought 600mm is that it would just get me (more) underexposed pictures. But the urge is real, and we don't even have bald eagles around here.
I saw some active webrings on neocities sites!
Everyone needs to head to that mastodon account because there is a whole series of amazingly adorable photo to pixel pieces!
Me too! It's been bugging me that I'll never know.
I saw php error logs cause a full disk in a few minutes (thankfully on a shared dev server), thanks to an accidental endless loop that just flooded everything with a wall of notices...
And, working with a CMS that allows third-party plugins that don't bother to catch exceptions, aggressive web crawlers are not a good thing to encounter on a weekend... 1 exception x 400000 product pages makes for a loooot of text.
- They grow up fast!
- Lucky you!
Macro photography: saving you the cost of an "Oppenheimer" ticket, for the mere cost of all the money you have.
A index.html file that says "There's nothing here". Not even a special http status. I have subdomains with freshrss, dokuwiki, XBackBone, and whatever I'm tinkering with, but I can't be bothered to maintain anything public. I guess I have personal websites I haven't touched since 2012?
Yes, the males got all the fancy colors ♥ (although the ventral sides are pretty on both).
I hope to see more this year. There is a real nice spot behind a supermarket close by, where they installed a hive (protected in a cage) and let the grass and wildflowers grow. It was the hot mating area for bugs of all sorts last time I went. We're just out of a heat wave, though, so I'll have to see how the place took to the blistering sun...
And if you don't mind my own pics... 😎
"A dumbass committed her email address hardcoded as a recipient for all mails, again."
-- Me, the dumbass
"We will take facebook pixel and tiktok and klaviyo for the events, and oh our chatbot, google analytics, this other analytics thing, and..."
I routinely have murderous urges. Ma'am, your site crashes my 6yo phone's browser. Stop. I beg you.
You drive through the fields and spot a dishevelled young woman hunching over roadkill, reaching into the corpse with pliers as flies buzz around her. You accidentally make eye contact just as she - grinning - drops a writhing maggot into a translucent plastic bottle.