quasimodo

Physical attractiveness may be pretty important, but romantics find a way to create beauty regardless; like the Quasimodo story.

That and my increasing resemblance to Quasimodo as my joints fuse and deform, of course.

He separated out the name Quasimodo into its Latin words.

If you stared at the most beautiful people all day what need do you have to survey the world like Quasimodo from the social media bell tower?

Imagine yourself a hideous quasimodo with nothing to lose.

You'll probably look like Quasimodo in a few years.

You know, Quasimodo predicted all of this.

I'm truly scared of the future we're building, most kids I meet already have permanently damaged spine from looking at their phones/tablet 24/7 (quasimodo style).

You could stretch it in some kind of quasimodo to have separate schemas within single database for each microservice where each would be responsible for managing migrations of that schema and you'd employ some kind of policy of isolation.

>I don’t mean to offend you, but don’t you think that you could work on these things for guaranteed massive benefits Let's look at an extreme example: suppose there's a lonely IT guy who looks like Quasimodo or worse.

The broken, ugly, malignant thing is this one godawful implementation Docker and its attic-dwelling Quasimodo cousin docker-compose.yml It's trivial to slot namespaces (or jails if you also like the finer things BSD) into a sane init system, process id regime, network interface regime: its an exercise in choosing good defaults for all the unshare-adjacent parameters.

Notability is about the problem of, “You said this podcaster’s real name was X Quasimodo Mogadishu, the X is not short for anything, his literal first name is the letter X...

"You know, Quasimodo predicted all this"

I'll cite a very short poetry by a Sicilian poet called Salvatore Quasimodo: "Everyone stands alone on the heart of the earth / transfixed by a ray of sunshine / and it is suddenly night"

In the original book, Esmeralda is ethnically French, but Gypsies steal her as an infant and replace her with Quasimodo.

(...) You'll find that a lot of desperate people are very particular, like even Quasimodo.

If you’re Quasimodo: fat or scrawny, have no muscle and a zombie face (no energy), a woman might ask herself how a cancer patient is going to have a healthy baby with her and provide for the family.