Coding classes have made such an impact on Karlie Kloss’ life that now she wants teen girls to have the chance to take them, too. Thanks to her latest project, a handful of them will get that chance without worrying about the cost. For more on how to apply to Kloss’ scholarship go here.
THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL GUYS
I can’t tell you how many firms I’ve been at where I’ve been the ONLY girl on the coding team. There are usually a couple more designers that are female, but most coders I’ve seen are male.
It’s a fun and lucrative job and there is absolutely no reason that it should be a male-dominated field. I mean, it’s… coding. Anyone can do that.
My Garbage Cat Wakes Me Up At 3am Every Day is a simple, silly and fun game that sees you playing a mischievous cat, knocking things over and making a racket until your loving owner wakes up.
Sure cats can be as quiet as a mouse, but where’s the fun in that? Your owner has been asleep for a whole three hours, it’s high time you woke him up! Meow, knead and knock stuff over until he wakes up – he’ll probably be thankful for you getting him up so early!
With it’s fun premise and charming visuals, My Garbage Cat Wakes Me Up At 3am Every Day is a very short and pointless game that will make you smile. Silly, dumb and adorable – much like a real cat!
I just walked into the kitchen in the office to get a snack, picked up some yogurt, and was looking for a spoon when I heard a quiet scuffling noise coming from overhead and off to my right. At first I think there’s some little animal stuck in the ducts, and glance around to see if anyone else is there to also hear the mysterious noise. My lone co-worker across the kitchen doesn’t seem to hear anything.
And then I see it.
A paper coffee cup, in a holster made of rubber bands and paperclips, is slowly lowered from a 4″ hole in the concrete ceiling. I start laughing, and my co-worker comes over to see what’s going on. I reach up to catch the cup, call up that I have it and to hold position, and I notice something is inside the cup. My co-worker asks what’s in it.
I hold up a snack pack of Cheez-It crackers.
“We have to send something back!” I immediately blurt as I turn around and dig through the snack drawer behind me. I find a suitable exchange, and secure a pack of Swedish Fish in the cup.
“Okay!” I call. The cup ascends up through the concrete ceiling, hesitating only to align with the coaster-width hole in the concrete, and vanishes. A plastic cap is put back down in place. The hole is closed.
