Did I ever introduce myself? If no,
At least the two sound like they have good chemistry, I bet that makes their workplace a lot nicer
I'm not kidding! It's three solid minutes of this:
GUY: -n't you think he's nice?
LADY: Not... I don't think so.
GUY: Well I haven't heard him say anything rude.
LADY: Sure, he's polite, but that doesn't make him nice.
GUY: Isn't that a big part of being nice?
LADY: Well, a start, but there's more to it than that. I can't see him helping with (inaudible) doesn't have to.
GUY: True. I mean, I would, though. (Laughs)
LADY: (Laughs) Yeah, that's why you ARE nice.
I have my phone set up so calls from call centers go straight to mailbox. I think a caller didn't realise the mailbox picked up, because it recorded some chatter. And by "chatter" I mean I now have three minutes of two call center workers arguing over the definition of "nice."
The eight-hour day is an anachronism when at current levels of productivity most people should be working only three. It was an achievement more than a hundred years ago when Uruguay made it the law in 1915, but it's not a great thing to not make any progress in a hundred years.
The show must move on. #MayDay
My favourite thing is websites with adblocker-blocking scripts because that means I have to spend two minutes fiddling with adblocker-blocker-blocking scripts
So my old college had some guidelines for computer use, yeah? Among other things, they specified that each student had to be provided with a floppy disk each semester (those guidelines haven't been updates in decades.)
I'm still mad I never asked for mine. (I graduated in 2015.) That's on the to-do list for when I go back to college.
@adeptomega Basically, I insist on saying "smart glasses" and "search engine" and "messenger application" instead of Google Glass/Google/WhatsApp because I feel that it's important for me to emphasize that the specific products are part of a *class* of things. It's pedantic, I know.
@adeptomega It's an implicit denial of alternatives. Or rather, it's part of a pattern that implies that the concept of "having alternatives" doesn't apply. Like using the stock browser of your OS because it suggests that "visiting the Web" just works like that. Or tricking you into using your Android phone's stock camera/gallery/music apps, complete with Google's usual data-harvesting schemes, because they ship with the OS and are set up to feel like it's something the phone "just does."
Back in 2004, I picked a cause and decided that it would be the hill I would die on. That cause was "never use a specific brand name when talking about a class of products or services."
At this point, people will think I'm making a statement if I stop doing it, so I'll be doing that for the rest of my life, I guess. It's not so bad, except I can never tell someone to Google something.
This is... frustrating.
Was thinking about going to re: publica, since it seems super cool, but they don't sell single-day tickets and there's no way in hell I'm paying €220 for a day trip.
Sigh. Maybe next year.
*walks up to a random couple* So which one of you is the 3 AM and which one is the obsessively questioning all of my life choices
"i want to do this small thing in linux" a story of 500 firefox tabs
Automated station announcements here have a very characteristic rhythm. It doesn't sound natural at all but by now everyone's used to it. I wonder if they could change it without complaints. ("Now arriving on platform eight ICE 27 from Munich Hauptbahnhof to Berlin Ostbahnhof departure nine fifteen delayed today by about five minutes.")
Guess who overslept today and had to cram breakfast + shower + packing into twenty minutes
This just in: Local sharkboy a complete dork
@Selden Haha, yeah. It's easy to remember the good parts.
(I do know that those who would describe that time as 'carefree' are clearly pod people who were never younger than 34)
Been thinking about the past lately. My Nth high school graduation anniversary is coming up (with N being smallish but no longer trivial).
I do *not* miss the intense social stress or the busywork, but some parts of high school were quite nice. I wonder how my feelings will change over the years.
I'm preeeeetty sure that by "verify" they meant "look at it in Excel"