Purpose isn't a destination you arrive at—it's a direction you commit to every single day. 💯
#Purpose #Commit #Direction #Daily #Life
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#Commit
Posts tagged #Commit on Bluesky
Most AI-gen commit messages are useless 🤖❌
A good #commit message explains the why, not the what. But what if you can use #AI to improve #QA, rather than saving 3 seconds of typing?
How often do you catch commits unrelated to the jira ticket?
Watch more youtu.be/IP5rVUgtI60
#Git #SmartGit #LLM
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Inkoperscafé.nl heeft vandaag een interview van mij gepubliceerd met Rutger Burger, #inkoopdirecteur van #COMMIT. Deze dienst is verantwoordelijk voor de inkoop van een groot deel van het militair materieel en IT-voorzieningen van #Defensie.
www.inkoperscafe.nl/onze-inkoop-...
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No Matter The Situation Never Forget To Push The Code
No Matter The Situation Never Forget To Push The Code
#git #devops #programming #versioncontrol #Commit
programmerhumor.io/git-memes/no-matter-the-...
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The #executivebranch has used the #federalgovernment to #commit countless #crimes since 2025
These were all planned out in #project2025
They fired anyone who would have discouraged or prevented these crimes and placed lackeys instead
This is a #criminal #conspiracy and needs to be #prosecuted
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If you really love tRump enlist in the military and head to the front lines. If you don't do that are you even MAGA at all? #Commit
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It's Great To Have Jesus On Board!
#podcast : drive.google.com/file/d/1L6WZ...
#trust #commit #fear #faith #MacintaMinistries
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"I think we're just gonna kill people." DONALD TRUMP ON WHETHER HE NEEDS CONGRESSIONAL OVERSIGHT TO COMMIT ACTS OF WAR
"I think we're just gonna kill people."
DONALD TRUMP
ON WHETHER HE NEEDS #CONGRESSIONAL #OVERSIGHT #TO #COMMIT #ACTS #OF #WAR
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Commit-Nachrichten sind oft das unterschätzteste Werkzeug in der Softwareentwicklung. Während Code...
magicmarcy.de/commit-nachrichten-sind-...
#commit #Git #push #Kommunikation #Versionskontrollsystem #Softwareentwicklung #konkrete_Änderung #Änderungen #Verlauf #Nachricht
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Lees dit interview met Jan Willem Hartman. Deze man moet ineens vele miljarden belastinggeld gaan uitgeven. En snel ook.
Dat kan toch haast niet goed gaan?
'Hoogste inkoper Defensie: ‘Ik heb niet de opdracht om geen zaken meer te doen met de VS’' fd.nl/samenleving/...
#commit
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4/5 He cocked his head, furrowing his brows, as if he had not decided whether to be concerned, or amused about her reaction. Then, he took a deep breath, and pressed them against her lips again. She twitched. “Taste. Don’t move away.” Well. At least he was committed, to whatever cause this was. “O…kay,” she said slowly, lips moving lightly against his fingertips, “and how am I supposed to taste your, uh, fingers?” Any reply here could only ever be wrong. Despite everything, she could feel heat rise into her cheeks. What the hell was going on. “I…”, the question seemed to have caught him off guard. Either that, or her reaction. “I don’t...” Great. Now it was awkward for both of them. “Just whatever you do to taste something, I don’t know.” She sure as hell was not going to lick his fingers like some devout dog. “I tend to bite things that get close to my lips,” she said. He groaned something about her being fucking stubborn, then crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever, just taste the water on the bark.” She blinked at him, rubbed her fingers against it as he had done, then lightly licked her fingers. Not that bad, but thinking how casual he had expected her to do it with his fingers sent another flush up her face. “I’m not sure what I’m tasting. Tastes like tree and… water.” “Yes, the tree,” he said. “Now taste the rain directly from the air.” She looked up, opening her mouth, letting the rain fall on her tongue. She shook her head and shrugged. “So you don’t taste it at all?”, he seemed curious now. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to taste.” “Huh,” he made. “Anyway, let’s continue,” he said, and started to walk out into the storm again. “What do you mean, ‘huh’?” she demanded. “First you talk of metallic taste, now you won’t talk at all? What the hell is going on?”
“I’m not sure, Kara.” Using her name. Must be serious. She grabbed his arm and stopped him, placing herself in front of him, wind glueing wet strands of hair into her face. “Seriously. Talk to me. What’s going on.” He looked at her for a few seconds in silence, then smacked his lips as if to prepare to reveal an unkind truth. His voice dropped so low she had to lean in to hear him properly. “It tastes metallic Kara, like blood.” A sudden shiver ran down her spine, and not from the cold rain. “What is it you’re saying…”, she breathed. “I’m not sure what it is I’m saying, I’ve never tasted it like that. But I think…”, he sucked his lip, “I think Gallvra might be hurt. And that’s why you haven’t been able to reach any of the gods.” Him accepting so casually that she claimed to be one of the few exceptions who could do so at all, should have surprised her. Normally only committed priestesses could talk to the gods. Which she was not. Or maybe he thought she used to be, maybe that was why he had never even flinched, or ridiculed her for saying so. He continued. “Because whatever is going on, they have better things to do than to listen to mortals, and you might be right, they might have given the elements over to their hounds and helpers.” ‘Helper’, nice word for a daemon. She was still struggling to properly hear what he had just told her. A goddess, hurt? Who would hurt a goddess? Or, who would hurt Gallvra? She was as vital to the earth as she was to the oceans, the lakes, rivers and the sky. She was loved by most. Except for people caught out in a storm, typically. “Either way,” he said, “before you ask, I don’t know what that means, and I don’t know if I’m right. It’s just an assumption. We can’t do anything about it right now, anyway. We have our own priorities. Which is get you away from your pursuers. Come on.” And without letting her comment or protest, he set out to move. Fine with her, she had a whole new issue to think about. For if it was true that the go…
Part 2
Caught in the storm, unedited #WIP
#vss365 (strictly speaking not a Vss anymore ahah) #WIPSnips #quiver #storm #commit
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1/5 The tempest whipped around them like an angry snake, twigs cracking and smacking into trunks and underbrush. Pressing on in this weather had been a bad idea, she knew as much. They both had been rather aware of that, but with her pursuers at their heels, there was little they could have done different. It was either facing them, or the elements, and while he had been confident he ‘could take them all, no matter what they’d throw at them’, she had lacked any such certainty. “You still sure this was the right decision?” he asked. “No need to mock me.” “I’m not mocking you. I’m simply asking.” She wiped a wet strand of hair out of her face, to clear the line of sight for the maximum effect of her scowl. “Then what’s with that tone.” “The tone,” he said, taking a deep breath, “is because if you haven’t noticed, it’s a little loud out here, and I would prefer you heard me when I speak.” She wrinkled her nose. There it was again, that tone. But fine, ok, if he said there was not tone, there was to be no tone. No point arguing any more. Instead, she sighed, stepping over a tree trunk. “I don’t know about right decision, O’Callum, it just seemed the only feasible one.” He was right next to her, edge of his midnight blue coat soaking wet. “I told you, I could have taken them on.” She scoffed. “And what, killed them?” “Yes,” he simply said. No emotion, not even a blink. “At what cost, you injuring yourself?” “Hardly”, he said, knocking away a branch that came dangerously close to her face, so perfectly timed, she wondered if he meant to make a point about his fighting skills. “Uhuh. And then what, they’d just send out a courier and more will come. Besides, last time we checked, there were at least twelve men.” “And like I said last time, not a problem.”
2/5 She raised her eyebrows instead of replying. She knew he was well trained, reflexes like a cat and all that, but he still was just a man, and men liked to brag. Plus, the others were not exactly fighters in diapers either, they had been expensive mercenaries. So, while his confidence might have had the intention to ensure her she was in good hands, her sense of rationality simply would not let her believe it. And she did not feel like creating a scene where she would find out. She stepped around a rock and found purchase in a small puddle. Cussing, she pulled her foot back out. Somehow, there were many different kinds of ‘wet’, and the foot-in-puddle kind seemed so much worse than the soaked-in-a-rainstorm kind. “At least they won’t believe for a second anyone would voluntarily go out in this weather.” He grunted. “Well, you’re right about that for sure. Only fools.” She shot him a sharp look. “You followed me. Makes you a fool, too.” He shook his head. “I’m not disagreeing. I must be a fool. However, I swore to protect you, so what choice do I have if you set your frustrating mind to bracing the entirety of the weather gods at once.” She groaned. “I’m not even sure these are the weather gods we’re facing. They stopped listening. I think they just sent their daemons and storm-hounds, this is way out of control.” It was not prayers she had offered, nor invocations, she had simply tried to make conversation, yet none of the gods she usually spoke to had replied in the past hour or so. “Indeed,” he laughed dryly, “you might be right about this. The rain tastes different.” She stopped in her tracks, hip quiver knocking against the back of her leg. “What do you mean, the rain tastes different?” While he was one of those people to say weird things at the oddest moments, she had learned to trust his senses. At least when it did not come to fighting a dozen men at once. “You don’t taste it?” She shook her head. “I’m not out here trying to drink the rain, O’Callum.”
3/5 He rolled his eyes. “I’m not drinking it.” He licked the corner of his mouth, coaxing a few drops inside. “Gallvra doesn’t taste like this usually.” She cocked up another eyebrow. “You have tasted Gallvra personally?” She wanted to mock him, but his background was still so obscured to her, she could not rule out his personal involvement with the Goddess of Rain and Mist. While she did not believe he was involved with any of the gods, he had her fooled more than once previously, so she did not dare assume anything at this point. “No,” he said slowly, as if weighing his words. There was a detail in his facial expression that, while she could not place it, made her highly alert to an underlying importance. “I am not in the habit of tasting her personally,” he continued, “but her… product, it tends to reflect her, and this is not the refreshing nourishment she usually showers the earth with, neither is it the slightly bitter aftertaste she expels after an argument or the return or absence of her children…” He was referring to the spirits of waters and lakes, known to travel back to the heavens during new moons. Some people would say the rains tasted slightly bitter then, as if Gallvra was mourning. “This, it tastes more… metallic.” “Metallic?” “Yes.” He looked at her calmly. As if waiting for a verdict, or for her to understand something she had had no opportunity to grasp yet. “What do you mean, metallic?” He looked around, then pulled her under a large oak tree. They were still getting wet, but at least it provided a little shelter from the wind. “Here,” he brushed his fingers against the rough bark, then put them against her lips. Surprised, she reared back. “What…” “Indulge me.” He kept his hand where it was, mid-air in front of her face. Now, this was awkward. What was she supposed to do with that?
I meant to write a #vss365 but somehow ended up with something that looks like a first chapter of something more.
Oops ✨
In other words, it paid off staying home sick with the flu today. I’m rather grateful.
Rest in comments🌧️
#quiver #WIPSnips #storm #commit #amwriting #fiction #fantasywriters
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The slightest touch from him sets her body on hormonal fire, but she does her best to be nonchalant about it.
"So what seditious act do you want me to #commit that requires a five star restaurant level bribe?" she asks.
#Wipsnips #Wip #writesky #amwriting (Saw a typo so reposted this.)
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Lies are truth & truth lies weak
when evil gets the mic
the #cusp of war
peace #glows no more
#illicit now to speak
can no longer stay #quiet
need be #commit to riot
the #bloat of greed fills the air
mid the innate need
a life lived #fair
#vss365
#2wordprompt
#emoetry
#WIPSnips
#vssdaily
#vssmagic
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"What have they done to you?" Bailey whispered. Among the alien #bones, she #noticed Rob Roy's corpse suspended from the wall and ceiling. "You're supposed to be with your friends..." If Rob Roy ever saw his body, he wouldn't have agreed to #commit to the alien tattoo. #WIPSnips
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Survival talk today: #Commit, #Chains, #Existence
stream.place/thistleandmo...
No registration necessary.
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Luke called Pam long-distance the moment he got home. She’d had the same internship but was now working on staff at the NPR office in Seattle. He told her what Mr. Harding had offered. “He made me the same offer,” said Pam. “It’s bullshit.” “I’d get my byline in print, though, wouldn’t I?” “Sure, but you might get only three or four articles a month for all you know. If he really wanted you, he would offer you a staff position, like General Assignment Reporter.” “If it’s the only offer I have, it’s the best I can do, right?” “Fuck that,” said Pam firmly. “It’s like he wants you to shack up with him and be at his beck and call, but he’s not committed to doing anything meaningful for you, like giving you health insurance. Get the ring, or get lost.” “Get…the ring?” “Real employment is like marriage. It’s like he just wants to sleep with you without having to commit to you. A lot of men are like that.”
After his internship at the local newspaper ends, the editor invites Luke to write for them freelance as a "Special Contributor" at ten cents a word. #WIPsnips #commit #writesky
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#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #commit
Rushak and Lara stuck at an impasse.
- From Brother’s Keeper, first book of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
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#WIPSnips #commit #writing #amwriting #western #horror #fiction #wip Sunsetter- #comingsoon
- #sequel to #novel Weathervane: a tale of ancient evil in the wilds of the west - a.co/d/4KHttZd 👈Available now!
* "Meet the new boss - same as the old boss."
-- Won't Get Fooled Again ~ The Who
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#commit from Rune Carrier, Book Five of the Lonely Ship Saga.
Following a calamitous battle, Captain Miriham has a tender moment with her young ship's intelligence.
(Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/)
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #WIPsnips #nsfw #erotica
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From the image: The evening quiet, the fading glow of the winter sun. Max tried to forget that night, the beach. That act of violent mercy. He didn't believe he could commit that act and walk away. He was no way he could think about what he did without thinking. No warning, no hesitation, just point, click, problem solved. Could he do it again?
It's the moment we don't see coming, & most never know it did
Walk down the street, turn the corner & you're not the same
-- Debatable Morality:
The Hockey Pool
#2wordprompt
#quiet & #glow
#wipsnips
#commit
#adhdwriters
#writingcommunity #5amwritersclub #amwriting
#WeeknightWriters
#writesky #Wip
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Text on a nearly white background of water showing concentric ripples. "SKETCHY WRIT ON A WALL Below, in painted saints’ wake we found a cryptic notation written in charcoal promising a necrotic revival if we would commit to taste the kingfisher, so we did. Many major fines later for fishy songbird roasts from our provocative pursuits of kingfishers as delicacies, we finally became un-shallow enough to pore over a dictionary. We realized the ruse: our own avian massacres were the foretold necrotic revivals." Echognomics
Prompt credit roll:
#Foxprose #provocative pursuits #2wordprompt taste shallow
#WIPsnips #commit
#DailyHaikuprompts #Charcoal Kingfisher
#DawnChorus #necrotic revival
#GrimScribe #Cryptic notation
#WeirdMicro #painted saints
#wake
Font credit roll: Grenze, Copperplate Black 32 BC, Magnolia Script.
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Do tell, @raskin.house.gov. Say the quiet part outloud! Minnesotans and the rest of the country need the details. This is no time to be secretive about where we "May" need to go. #Commit!
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Still working on my game. Sometimes I have the fear nobody will like it but..well..I just keep pushing.
#indiegamedev #solodev #knightmared #github #commit
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This Episode 143 replay featuring Dan Parr dives into the idea of long-term work and commitment -- the kind we need for mission and calling.
bit.ly/4sEGHxC
#Jesus #Faith #Christian #Christianity #Leadership #Growth #PersonalDevelopment #Persist #Persistence #Commit
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Commit-Nachrichten sind oft das unterschätzteste Werkzeug in der Softwareentwicklung. Während Code...
magicmarcy.de/commit-nachrichten-sind-...
#commit #Git #push #Kommunikation #Versionskontrollsystem #Softwareentwicklung #konkrete_Änderung #Änderungen #Verlauf #Nachricht
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