despite the lack of any mention in its man page (shared with ghc, and not even redirected-from “man ghci”), ghci actually has a configuration file for its readline implementation: “~/.haskeline”.

now my ~/.haskeline looks like this (optimized for urxvt):

maxHistorySize: Just 1000
historyDuplicates: IgnoreAll
--completionType: MenuCompletion
keyseq: "\ESCOd" ctrl-left
bind: ctrl-left meta-b
keyseq: "\ESCOc" ctrl-right
bind: ctrl-right meta-f
keyseq: "\b" ctrl-backspace
bind: ctrl-backspace ctrl-w
keyseq: "\ESC[3^" ctrl-delete
bind: ctrl-delete meta-d
keyseq: "\ESC[3@" ctrl-shift-delete
bind: ctrl-shift-delete ctrl-k
keyseq: "\NUL" ctrl-shift-backspace
bind: ctrl-shift-backspace ctrl-u
bind: pageup ctrl-p
bind: pagedown ctrl-n


see:

• http://trac.haskell.org/haskeline/wiki/UserPrefs
• http://trac.haskell.org/haskeline/wiki/CustomKeyBindings
• http://trac.haskell.org/haskeline/wiki/KeyBindings

1000 dedup’d lines is just *so much nicer* than 100 lines where 50 are “:l foo.hs”

gransquall:

they aren’t really cookies, they broach the cookie-cake continuum. these cookies make dangerous blind jumps and exit warp directly inside of muffins, instagibbing all crew but saving the entire planet.

ok let me sketch this out

ground floor is chocolate
that bit is reinforced w/ a tic-tac-toe-grid pretzel
then you have a glob of caramel
and on top of the caramel there’s a turtle

rapbattles:

*begins to rap anxiously in the middle of an exam*

(via sayved)

I just want everything to be beautiful & soft please

• Tomato Sauce, who has never abandoned me even in my darkest hour
• the rust developers, for always bringing that real shit
• wow what was that

she had followed me back from the edge of the old forest, through the tiger-striped lithood of the new forest. now she and the young boy were watching from several lengths into the night. I’m in the grey room, on the ground.

in a hushed tone she explains to the boy: “they can achieve full 3D in mode 7, in arcade games, in rpg maker 2k. they have ways to escape the plane.”

it’s been so long but when my feet begin to catch the air nothing could feel more right. pumping my legs faster and faster I begin to run along the inside of an invisible sphere, pulling my torso off the ground. I close my eyes as I separate from the rest of the universe.

now standing next to the boy, both standing on the grass and staring in through the missing wall from the dark outside, she’s still telling him the lore of her people about mine. “they use simple games to set up their immersion. lots of them use [word meaning one-by-two matrices]. almost any time you see someone using a [word meaning one-by-two matrix] it’s one of them; the servers are full of them.” I think back to the many times I’ve done just the same, but I can only remember the flat interface, and a pair of [matrices], occupied by strangers. out of the corner of my mind’s eye I can see a double session, someone already moving out of the train-station of two dimensions—but I can’t remember the inside.

lightly I spring to my toes, falling rather more slowly and perpendicularly than the rest of freefallers everywhere. I stretch my toes to meet the light grey hard plastic of the wall, and with infinitessimal traction run around the edge of the wall. five, six steps and I’m gone.

ok things are sticking together a little too much now; I’ll stop

having some truly wild auditory+visual hallucinations right now

brandnewswastikas:

Put a pancake on a girl’s head when she’s asleep to keep her warm and safe. 

this works with everyone

(via sayved)

how about we just curl up into a ball in the corner of time and hope nobody notices

soviet-princess:

i hate the impression that we want to “ressurect lenin”, i mean for a start we know that the last necromancer died over 600 years ago, and we are still decrypting his corpus of works. but once that’s done then yeah we’re going to ressurect lenin.

(via eccentric-nucleus)

if you’re also going to burn everything down,
please contact me
we could carpool