I hereby claim:
- I am egwynn on github.
- I am eli (https://keybase.io/eli) on keybase.
- I have the public key with fingerprint BA83 8B42 BC86 54C7 8FAB AD66 4FC4 8C50 74E8 66E9
To claim this, I am signing this object:
| function! GitRoot() | |
| let cmd="git rev-parse --show-toplevel" | |
| let result=system(cmd) | |
| if v:shell_error | |
| echom "Error: [".result."] (\"".result."\")" | |
| echom "Command: [".cmd."]" | |
| return expand("%:p:h/") | |
| endif | |
| return result | |
| endfunction |
| " Open the corresponding .C/.T/.h/whatever file | |
| function! EG_openMatching() | |
| let path=expand("%:p:h") | |
| let pattern=expand("%:t:r").".\\*" | |
| let cur=expand("%:t") | |
| let cmd="find ".path." -maxdepth 1 -name ".pattern." -and -not -name ".cur | |
| let result=system(cmd) | |
| if v:shell_error | |
| echom "Error: [".result."] (".len(result).")" | |
| echom "Command was: [".cmd."]" |
I hereby claim:
To claim this, I am signing this object:
| Examining /usr/lib/libc.a...non-existent...non-existent and no sources...out-of-date. | |
| make: don't know how to make /usr/lib/libc.a. Stop | |
| *** [make] Error code 2 | |
| Stop in /usr/src. | |
| *** [upgrade_checks] Error code 1 | |
| Stop in /usr/src. |
| #!/usr/bin/env bash | |
| # Takes a file with a list of options, and builds a simple "pick-many" dialog | |
| # menu out of them. | |
| if ! which dialog >/dev/null; then | |
| echo "ERROR: 'dialog' not installed" 1>&2 | |
| exit 1 | |
| fi |
| Millenial Hellscape Littered With The Desperate Ravings Of Listless Twentysomething Wights ★★★★★ | |
| by bandolinho | |
| Oh Vanity! How shameful and terrifying is the mass of desperate, hungry eyes | |
| that lack the capacity to articulate what they desire! Oh Epiphany! How these | |
| scuttling, frightened youths have writ tomes of self-mollification as if to | |
| calm themselves of the impending ache of loneliness by burying their lives in | |
| verbosity and vagueness. Oh Irony! They tell and they tell--my God! Do they | |
| tell!--and yet show nothing of their souls as if to avoid a confrontation with | |
| their own blandness and boredom. Oh how we all sing our own praises and yet |