Misc.

A nice thing about Cradle of Filth songs is that you can listen to them for over 20 years and still find new dimensions and curiosities in them. While listening to Thornography on a hot December Friday night, I did a bit of research on an interesting concept.

So, I found myself scurrying through endless corridors of brick, artificial grass, and stone. The walls hummed with a dull digital light, and every turn carried me deeper into a space that felt both sterile and suffocating. Somewhere in the distance, I caught sight of a rat—orange, pixelated—tracing the walls the same way I was. I froze. The rat froze too. Was it chasing me? Was it a reflection in some invisible mirror, meaning that I was the rat? As if I were watching myself in third person, condemned to witness my own movements from outside?

Armé con Gepetto y varios recortes un resumen del tema YPF:

I had a message in my LinkedIn inbox — one of those recruiter-style pings that usually are just spam. But this one wasn’t targeting full-time engineers. They were looking for university students, part-timers, freelancers — anyone with English comprehension and technical background.

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Abstract

We’re living in a golden age of documentation. Markdown files, detailed wikis, man pages, vendor PDFs, config examples—all right there, one ctrl+f away.\nAnd still, somehow, people would rather take a screenshot, toss it into ChatGPT, rub it like a fucking magic lamp and hope for the best.