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Victor Shepelev 🇺🇦
@zverok.bsky.social
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aka zverok.
Ruby core team / Ukrainian Armed Forces
Програміст, письменник, типу офіцер.
https://zverok.space/
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zverok.bsky.social
I was looking for a literary agent last year and checked their twitter's. Found this gem from 2011
August 11, 2026 at 6:56 PM
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obligatory
June 4, 2026 at 4:56 AM
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money quotes, як то кажуть
(і сама стаття трохи стрьомна, атлантік ніби натякає демам, що хуй з ним з фашизмом, обіцяйте дешевий макдональ)
February 17, 2026 at 8:18 AM
zverok.bsky.social
My understanding is that it is consistent with method calls, which might've been important especially with "old" keyword arguments. Maybe, as Jean says below, "just easier to parse this way."
Consider this:
January 22, 2026 at 12:20 PM
zverok.bsky.social
It was always a bit funny for me how, with all Matz's hatred for explicit types, the official docs kinda applied an informal notation to do just that (in other places it could even be `array_of_sym` or something similar):
January 7, 2026 at 9:48 AM
zverok.bsky.social
щось таке
December 30, 2025 at 9:02 AM
zverok.bsky.social
This is so unitentionally funny.
Nebula Awards adjusted their rules to become stricter on gen. AI: www.sfwa.org/2025/12/19/p... (which is fine)
But the way they put it into rules, omg. Both the wording and intention of 11.2 is... peculiar.
December 21, 2025 at 7:19 AM
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I googled the guy, he is... special.
joel.id/resume/
This looks like a joke/AI-generated fake resume (30 yrs of experience?.. CTO of blockchain startup, drone hardware developer IN KYIV?..), but his digital footprint strongly corroborates it.
Reddit, 18 (sic) yrs ago, on him dropping some idea:
November 24, 2025 at 7:54 PM
zverok.bsky.social
I once had an extremely quick-witted one.
November 23, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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Щороку цього дня я пощу вірш, який моя дружина, Ірина Скачко, написала у 2021-му.
Яблуко з Єгипту хурма молоко слоїк із медом діти просили піцу «кур’єр у дорозі» на порозі холодна синя година на вікні тьмяна плямка свічі йди на мій вогник примарна голодна дитино на відбиток у віконному склі невідомих харчів їж їж не кричи
November 22, 2025 at 10:33 AM
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Some OSINTers claim they know the weapon that did it 🤔
October 24, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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The last naturally looking post on this account, or reply from it, was back in 2023. I don't know which possibility is funnier:
1. it was always fake
2. it was stolen
3. it was willingly given as an ad board
4. this is real Matz using Bsky as a side hustle

("my GitHub sponsor" implies (4) but IDK)
September 26, 2025 at 5:46 AM
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I had a pretty close phrasing at the end of my spellchecker study (in 2021, before the LLM became widespread, so it was about ML in general): zverok.space/blog/2021-05...
A lot of things have changed since, but I still like to think about what ML has as "experience" (not even "knowledge")
July 20, 2025 at 9:26 AM
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God, am I tired of the Western ability to ignore we exist at all.
Because for a good argument on war, there is no need to mention the biggest war in Europe since WWII.
Also, it is OK to reframe (again!) the imperialistic authoritarian Soviet Union who started WWII together with Hitler thus.
July 2, 2025 at 12:13 PM
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I mean... I subscribed to several dozens of users, but mine looks like this.

The standard FOAF-type feed (FriendFeed, old FB, pre-Musk Twitter) is "all my subscriptions and everything they liked/commented".
Then throw in some controls ("no, not likes of this one").
June 30, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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Basically, this picture.
June 29, 2025 at 4:18 PM
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sometimes journalists write to me, mostly, female ones, asking for an interview, for me to tell them about the woman’s role in war, about being a woman in a men’s environment, about being, or not being, a decoration, an inspiration, a stimulus, and so on. press hounds and press puppies write to me, asking for a comment or an interview, but I decline, I have nothing to say, for I don’t know: what is it like to be a woman at war? “what the hell is she babbling about? — they are outraged. — she has breasts, delicate wrists, and a waist narrowing so brazenly above round hips. she has a vagina and a womb, after all.” of course, a standard set of a female parts is always with me: at war, at rear, in a mess hall, in forests large and small, in a car, in a half-ruined house, in another’s eye, from Luhansk to Zakarpattia (haven’t been farther for a long time but I am sure they would be there with me). yet I can assure you, I don’t know: how to be a woman or a decoration at war? they ask again: “how could that be? you are a woman, and you are at war. everything clicks and matches. so why would you contradict? do you want to be paid for an answer? are you evading fame? or is there some other reason we can’t imagine?” I would have told you what it’s like to be a woman at war, if I were a woman at war. but no: at war I am a genderless creature. of course my female characteristics don’t go anywhere don’t vanish don’t get erased: breasts, waist, hips, even a vagina and a womb — I assure you, everything is on me and with me but it doesn’t stop me from being a genderless creature at war. my call sign is “Boss”, I answer to “friend” or “brother”, I swear as the situation requires, I crack black jokes, I use male underwear (for some reason, female is thinner and colder) sometimes I smoke cigars and drink whiskey to let my mind go and let my body relax. I don’t flirt, don’t ogle, I have no manicure, no eyelash extensions, no eyeliner: instead of a makeup bag, my backpack carries a first aid kit, a probe, and a multitool. of course, I have less physical strength, feet almost child-sized, the smallest uniform, the lightest backpack, but no one can say that I have less knowledge, fewer skills, less respect, or fewer enemy kills. so excuse me, dear media representatives, I know how to be a woman in relatively peaceful times, how to use makeup and wear jewelry, put on sleek dresses and business suits, walk on heels and in ballet flats, choose a hairstyle and a new perfume... but I assure you: I have no idea how to be a woman at war how to survive the losses, as every loss survives me — a genderless creature at war.
June 29, 2025 at 4:06 PM
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Eva Tur
Armed Forces of Ukraine

#7uapoems

#poetry #ukrainian

full poem below 👇
I would have told you what it’s like to be a woman at war, if I were a woman at war. but no: at war I am a genderless creature. of course my female characteristics don’t go anywhere don’t vanish don’t get erased: breasts, waist, hips, even a vagina and a womb — I assure you, everything is on me and with me but it doesn’t stop me from being a genderless creature at war.
June 29, 2025 at 4:06 PM
zverok.bsky.social
April trees, chopped by artillery, reach for the sky with broken branches, bringing gifts of delicate white blossoms. on both sides, dried-up pikes of primordial steppes are sleeping, “beware of mines” sheepishly inform — in such faded, bloody letters that my eyes are hurting to stare — delicate white tables of the steppe. take a rest in the peace that fell on your breast, in the paralysis piled on your shoulders, deeply plowed giants, even the artillery roar doesn’t dare to disturb your dreams, this year you will yield only explosives. like frozen stiff soldiers emerge from the fog years-old sunflowers: “we salute you! friendly.” we nod in response. predatory birdfolk reluctantly grant us passage to their kingdom: “how dare you disturb our mating dances, our spring courtship, our calm sunrises?” in a thick bush instead of swift-footed hares hide-and-seek is played by people in speckled camouflage. ashes of the meadows are like grey temples, black bodies of charred grass lie there, mute witnesses to unpunished crimes. hundredfold-cursed roads welcome us with craters and holes: “this is how we make you notice a sudden spring.” crippled poplars are covered with green, shy like a young girl’s breast. a beheaded forest has dressed itself in the nicest flowers. but who are here to show off for? who will stop to admire it in these, forgotten by God but not by enemy’s artillery, lands?
June 28, 2025 at 5:04 PM
zverok.bsky.social
Eva Tur
Armed Forces of Ukraine

#7uapoems

#poetry #ukrainian

full poem below 👇
“beware of mines” sheepishly inform — in such faded, bloody letters that my eyes are hurting to stare — delicate white tables of the steppe.
June 28, 2025 at 5:04 PM
zverok.bsky.social
he blessed me with such a love that no bullet hits me, no shard pierces me, aerial bombs and kamikaze drones avoid me, as do black-mouthed people, treacherous creatures, gods both merciless and merciful. he blessed me with such an admiration that I fit in the worlds of the living and the dead alike. all curses upon me are erased, all sins forgotten, all offenses forgiven, old wounds have healed, and new ones, and future ones. he blessed me with his tenderness, so no garden rustles, no wind laughs, no river would leave its bed to steal my dreams, one-eyed violets wake up and kiss my hands. he blessed me with such a passion, that no evil eye can hex me, devil’s fingers won’t catch me, no black cat would cross my path, no mirror would break, no tear would fall, the heart wouldn’t hurt. he blessed me with his light, brought out of the darkness, he says: “truly” and kisses me
June 27, 2025 at 2:37 PM
zverok.bsky.social
Eva Tur
Armed Forces of Ukraine

#7uapoems

#poetry #ukrainian

full poem below 👇
he blessed me with such an admiration that I fit in the worlds of the living and the dead alike. all curses upon me are erased, all sins forgotten, all offenses forgiven, old wounds have healed, and new ones, and future ones.
June 27, 2025 at 2:37 PM
zverok.bsky.social
how many feelings are kept in railroad tracks asphalt roads unseen pandora’s boxes don’t touch them don’t touch or else my sadness will swallow this world and you don’t touch them I am coming to you with the light of blue daisies so tender you can only look or otherwise it will die or I? better take mallows those roadside cyclops strong like your nerves they throw stones of their otherness right at the place where there should’ve been a heart yours or mine? if cut or pulled — will they scream? will they take root in nowhere looking for soil? or will they crumble like a scales of an old sun that no longer shines? for the world or for us? you know how it is — to become a silent wreck by the roadside that sees everything but calls to no one no one
June 26, 2025 at 6:40 PM
zverok.bsky.social
Eva Tur
Armed Forces of Ukraine

#7uapoems

#poetry #ukrainian

full poem below 👇
how many feelings are kept in railroad tracks asphalt roads unseen pandora’s boxes don’t touch them don’t touch or else my sadness will swallow this world and you
June 26, 2025 at 6:40 PM
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is not an eye for an eye, not a tooth for a tooth, not a hand for a hand, not a leg for a leg, not a life for a life.” “you see, how can I explain this? — my closest friend muses again. — our goal is total liquidation of the enemy, cold and methodical liquidation, so there’s no one left willing to raise their weapons against us, no matter whether the war ends tomorrow, in a year, or drags on further, by us, with us, without us, and after us.”
June 25, 2025 at 4:11 PM