Reminds me of the UK’s Government Digital Services, who want to digitise government processes but also have a responsibility to keep that service as accessible and streamlined as possible, so that even a homeless person using a £10 phone on a 2G data service still has an acceptable experience.

An example. Here they painstakingly remove JQuery (most modern frameworks are way too big) from the site and shave 32Kb off the site size.

I guess there’s multiple ways to hit it. I feel it in my jaw but it’s the same process as wiggling my ears (though I don’t have to do that at the same time if I don’t want to).

I have this! For ages I’ve been trying to figure out how to do it on command but so far I can only do it while yawning.

Sounds about right. I would connect this action to my jaw, not anything with my eyes like some others have said. When you say short, do you mean the sound doesn’t last very long? I can keep it going more or less as long as I want.

I can do this! I forget the name for it but I can rumble my ears, and then I can also ‘pop’ them if I go a little further. I’m so grateful for it if I ever go through a pressure change, I can’t imagine how people cope without being able to do it.

Me neither really. I don’t love this, but I think a lot of people misunderstand what the analytics tools are mainly used for. It’s not often that much to do with advertising, and it certainly isn’t about farming your unique information in a clandestine way. It’s about what’s happening with the app, what features are being used as an aggregate, and most importantly for tracking the crash rate of the app, and why it’s crashing.

Is that really the case? Because you can still see all the songs and a basic set of chords without an account/payment.

Ultimate Guitar Tabs. After spending years getting a community to contribute to one of the best music resources on the web, they turn around and lock all but the most basic features behind a pay wall.

Old one for me, but as a kid walking home with friends from school, I realised there might be a better route that would significantly shorten my walk and make little difference to them. I mentioned it and was fobbed off. So later I pulled up the route online and actually measured it. Not only was my suggestion a better route for me, but it was actually shorter for everyone else too! I triumphantly took my findings to my friends who to my surprise and disappointment really could not care less, and a little part of me died because they were not my friends.

In additional to the other comment, I think there’s also a traditional fear of corruption in open source. If the code is public then malicious parties are free to read and take advantage of holes in the security. Secondly it would be possible to contribute code with secret functionality that goes unnoticed. These are fairly easily debunked but seem to remain in people’s heads.

I think there’s a big one that you’ve missed and it’s that most people are not like most people here. Believe it or not there are many people out there whose first instinct is to search their app store for what they want. They walk among us.

If I’m McDonald’s, and a significant number of my customers search for me and instead get KFC and Burger King as top results with no McDonald’s app in sight, it’s seen as a marketing problem.

Ironically I was grateful for a custom rom to turn off the light. It was useful but I hated it at night because at least on my phone it was stupidly bright

FYI ‘boy’ here just comes from the phrase ‘oh boy’ and is a generic expression of excitement, having nothing to do with the gender of the person being addressed.

If the phrase was ‘I have news for you, boy!’ then it would be addressing you as a boy.

Without giving it tons of thought:

An Awesome Wave - Altj

Camp - Childish Gambino

Dear - Keaton Henson

So Long Forever - Palace

High Violet - The National

Trouble Will Find Me - The National

Romantic Works - Keaton Henson

Up From Below - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Bon Iver - Bon Iver

While travelling in the states, I was so perplexed to see that in some car parks where you’d expect to see disabled parking that there were parking spots for veterans.

I’m 8 years old. For some reason I’m out the front of the house with a friend and his mum on my bike. Again, for some reason that makes sense to children, I insist on showing them how ‘far’ I can cycle, and go off around a corner a little way from our houses to find some kind of loop back. Not important.

I find myself going down this fairly tight alleyway when a girl, maybe around 11/12, starts coming down the other way. There’s just about enough space for us both to fit, but I’m not a very experienced cyclist and lose my balance, instinctively grabbing her handle bar to avoid falling into her bike. We’re going slowly enough that we’re both absolutely fine. I apologise profusely and remove my hand from her bike and back to mine, when she grabs my hand and forces it back into her handlebar. She loudly shouts ‘DAD!!’ and my heart absolutely sinks.

This big guy comes round the corner. He was fairly tall and muscular, with short hair and a tank top. The main thing I remember is that he had terrible teeth, something I’m about to get a good look at. The girl informs him that I am ‘bullying’ her. He is immediately aggressive, detaining me in this narrow alley and interrogating me about what I’m doing. He shouted directly at my face, letting me feel his spittle and see his black teeth clearly. Her mum comes round to see what’s going on. She asks how old I am, and I say that I’m 8 and just trying to ride my bike. She says “8’s very young to be bullying” as if there’s a more acceptable time. I insist I’m not trying to bully anyone but they have none of it. After 5 minutes or so the dad asks me where I live and as some sort of self-preservation I say through tears that i “don’t know”. They let me go and I cycle off wiping away my tears.

I get back to my friend and essentially just say ‘haha! I went a really long way’, and that’s the end of it. I never tell anyone for fear that they won’t believe me, and I feel terrified that that girl or man will find me for the next year or two. Arseholes.