Got a second interview. W00t!
Some folks on birdsite are tagging our project account in tweets like "hey jack twitter should copy this thing mastodon does". The idea that this is merely about features is short-sighted. Twitter will never, ever, ever be your friend. They are the shareholders' friend, not yours. No feature will let you see what their engineers are working on, what's under the hood. No feature will fix their headquarters in the US following and enforcing US laws and customs worldwide.
I am very happy to learn through social media that some subgroup of Americans has voted to give the less-hateful, but apparently useless, mob another chance to, I think, redraw some electoral boundaries or something, so we might all fear nuclear immolation a bit less in a decade or two.
Because the US will totally be having elections in a decade.
Got quite excited laptop shopping, then realised I was on the US site, so the Australia Tax wasn’t included.
Trying a new coffee today, because I’m such a wild spontaneous zany extreme type of person.
It’s ok.
btw, there is a *lovely* little service out there if you're looking to host a basic website:
it's a geocities reboot that allows you to host static html/css/js files and images with 1GB storage for free.
multiple sites, custom url & other features are $5 a month.
it's sweet and easy and i think it's the bees knees.
I feel that if I must be governed by a pack of silver-spoon authoritarian fucktards, I should at least expect them to be competent.
Also, I want a unicorn that shits vegemite.
@pompomtom 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌!
Alright! Interview cued up. You have until Monday to wish me luck.
A tense and claustrophobic thriller as the crew of a submarine edits AUTOEXEC.BAT and CONFIG.SYS.
Proper* burger for dinner tonight. Oh it’s been a while.
* with beetroot.
Lovely warm morning. No shirt required. So I think “Good day to do some washing.”
Sorry Melbourne, I ruined it.
@pompomtom Wondering now if I could apply with some sort of job share arrangement with my Mum. She’s a gun at shorthand.
Mental job ad: “Tier 1” bank wants a data analyst, all the usual plus “takes and transcribes shorthand”. What century is this?
I suppose this has to be compulsory ad for a job that’s designed for a specific existing employee, no? Or maybe hipster artisanal data analyst role?
Robot Wars: Donald Thump - love the team , shame about the robot.
Behemoth: love the robot, shame about the team.
I know that that was a killer job application, because Word decided to crash the moment I tried to save it.
So Dad called. Just to let me know that everything is awful and he can hardly breathe and that he’s informed he’ll be dead by Christmas. I am spectacularly ill equipped to deal with these conversations. What do people say in these circumstances? Please feel better? Try not to die (unless that’s your preference)?
Last boost: would hate somone owning the temp control on the cheese fridge...
