The Lounge is rated PG. If you're about to post something you wouldn't want your
kid sister to read then don't post it. No flame wars, no abusive conduct, no programming
questions and please don't post ads.
I suspect everyone there is a brony not a kid; so you're safe on that front.
OTOH you'd be in a subreddit with nothing but bronies; which is probably even worse.
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies.
-- Sarah Hoyt
Great, so we'll end up with thousands of non-specialised teachers (read: "complete idiots who shouldn't be allowed near a computer, let alone teach the subject") pumping all manner of ridiculous, untrue "information" about computers into young children's heads.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
Yes, I actually had a dream on Saturday about CP. So, there I was, swimming off some island of Hawaii (I've never been there and I don't like swimming) when this huge tidal wave started forming in the distance, which was totally freaky. Fortunately, it dissipated by the time it got to me and I got safely to shore.
Now, here's the amusing part - I went to this hut-like thing (grass covered roof, gorgeous views of the island) and there was Maunder and a few others that seemed to be the CP crew. I wanted to post a message on the forum about my tidal wave experience, but all I had was my smart phone.
Maunder had obviously done something weird with the phone version of CP. Instead of buttons and links, I had to orient the phone in space (like one of those star gazing programs) and then move around in this weird virtual "Code Project" house. So, for example, the lounge was through a doorway in one corner of the room, the home page seemed to be, well, the main room of the place with articles and other links lying around on tables.
It was a bit frustrating to "navigate". I guess my brain didn't have the computational power to deal with dreaming of a virtual reality, sort of a dream in a dream.
How did it end, you might ask? Well, it ended with all of us getting on these fancy jet-ski machines (which I've also never done) with the idea in mind that we were going to cross some distance to get some dinner somewhere else.
Crazy stuff! But the VR representation of CP was actually pretty neat!