• MeatsOfRage@lemmy.world
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    2 months ago

    I remember searching stack overflow for a oddly specific issue and found a post about it with an answer. The person who asked the question was me 6 years ago.

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        2 months ago

        I saw something a while back an about posting the wrong answer intentionally so a certain subset would not be able to resist providing a “correction”.

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          2 months ago

          Some call this Cunningham’s Law. It is remarkable how people will ignore a question, but trip over themselves to correct someone. Pedants are going to be pedantic (but may have a useful answer occasionally).

          The developers where I work sometimes use this trick on our users. When they can’t get a response from the users on a request for design input or feedback on something (which happens a lot) the devs will sometimes release some piece of garbage looking thing, and then the users will very quickly put in support cases with the requested info telling them the missing stuff, etc.

          Human nature is why we can’t have nice things.

      • corsicanguppy@lemmy.ca
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        2 months ago

        I find the answer first.

        At least some pedant like me won’t need to come along after and fix the writing; so thanks !

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      2 months ago

      The person who asked the question was me 6 years ago.

      I have a numbered account on S-O because I couldn’t be arsed to make an account. Almost every month I’ll try to upvote a response and find out it’s my own. I don’t remember writing the response and I only vaguely remember seeing the issue it’s solving.

      I’m convinced future-me is going back in time and writing these but - so far - I never come to my own dinner invite for myself; and knowing I don’t, I know I shouldn’t.