Hi, I’m also Terencio on mastodon.social and Sergio on lemmy.world.

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Cake day: October 1st, 2024

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  • That’s cool… my first “real” job was as a web programmer back in 99… that was when we’d write perl scripts in cgi-bin directories. (nowadays people are like “we’ll zoomph the urdwad into the brokely service, then… question, Sergio?” / “no, I’m just raising my arms to make sure I’m not having a stroke.”) Anyway the designers at that web shop back in 99 were really cool, they helped me understand the value of design and turned me on to some great trip-hop.






  • By coincidence, I just found this book again today after thinking I’d lost it.

    Virginia Heinlein later recalled:

    “…The problem with government is that, given some areas to make laws about, they move out into other areas, until all freedoms are gone.”

    See, this is another one of those examples where I disagree with the book’s thesis but can still appreciate the execution of the novel.















  • “Welcome to your first day on the job, Sergio! We’ll just finish setting up your accounts. First, enter THE STREET YOU GREW UP ON!”

    “What!? NOOOO… oh god… ok… ok I can do this.”

    “Great, now think about YOUR FIRST BEST FRIEND!!!”

    “Oh no please-- watch out for-- watch out-- why why why…”

    “Wonderful! Now think about YOUR FIRST TOY!”

    (breaks down sobbing uncontrollablly) “I can’t… I can’t do this…” (runs out of the building, wakes up the next day in an alley with an empty bottle of whiskey.)

    Seriously, who are these people with idyllic childhoods who came up with these questions? Fuck em.






  • The song currently playing on repeat in my head is Send in the Clowns by Insane Clown Posse.

    When there’s too much hatred in the world
    When the public makes you wanna hurl
    When you realize all you feel is pain
    When you always lose while the rest gain
    When you feel alone in a crowded room
    When the only thing you crave is doom
    When you gotta get high to survive
    That’s the only time you feel alive
    When between your ears is a hurricane
    You gotta fantasize she knows your name
    When you don’t believe and they say “try”
    All the cool shit you’ve done are lies
    When causing you pain makes them feel good
    They would kill you and walk if they could
    When makin’ sense makes no sense at all
    Is when you hold the grease paint stick and draw that smile
    HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA–