I see that “snitches get stitches” is still in effect in Philly.
I see that “snitches get stitches” is still in effect in Philly.
This post gives me “people don’t want to work anymore” vibes.
Another way to look at it is, people don’t want to pay people to work anymore. Either the pay is such shit that the employees have no incentive to give a crap, or the employer doesn’t hire enough people to get the work done.
More likely tribalism.
Neither did my grandparents. Likewise, my parents didn’t update their will when my children and nieces were born.
The attitude among all generations has been: your own kids inherit, and they distribute to their kids as they see fit.
I wasn’t in my grandparents wills, but I ended up with some of their furniture.
not the name of the software/company, but rather some sort of advanced DDOS-like attack
As we’ve discovered, both can be true.
On Friday, as we were running around the hospital where we work trying to get every computer working again, we were following the work-around to rename the Crowdstrike folder under C:\Windows\system32\drivers to “bad-CrowdStrike”.
When my coworker was typing the rename command, instead of typing “cro TAB”, he started typing “clo TAB”. He’d ask me why it wasn’t finding it, and I’d point out the typo.
I started saying, it’s not “CloudStrike”, it’s “CrowdStrike”.
By the end of the day, we were both a little loopy. I started typing “CloudStrike”, and cursing him out for screwing with my head. By the end of the day I wasn’t sure what it was either.
CloudStrike
CrownStrike
ClownStrike
It occurred to us that CrowdStrike is an absolutely terrible name. It sounds like a terrorist attack. Of course, it felt like one on Friday.
The trick is to license private companies to produce the powder. You still get the budget savings, and you get reasonable license fees from the private companies, but you offload the risk of having to invest in the industrial dehydrators.
Yeah, but it’s not like anything interesting and movie-worthy ever happened back then.
As others have pointed out, Neapolitan ice cream is not named after Napoleon.
Extra painful when you consider there is a pastry called Napoleon:
Nah, the fix is gonna have to be a workaround
Ah, yes. The “do nothing but cross your fingers and pray it doesn’t bite you in the ass” workaround.
“Here buddy, I read these things can help with your PTSD.”
If I had to guess, I’d say the objection is because sometimes bombs explode.
“I was just resting my eyes!”
That look that says:
I could kill you, but I really like you, so I won’t…
…but I could.
I miss having cats in my life.
Is there no one in his life that can tell Elon to shave that shit off?
MURICA: “HOLD MA BEER!”
Obligatory capitalism is bad too (but at least I’m in less danger of getting vanned in the middle of the night for insulting random great leader - attemtping to undermine the social order or whatever they called thoughtcrimes).
Capitalism requires the limits imposed by a strong, functional democracy, otherwise it drifts into horrifying tyranny.
Unrestrained capitalism can give communism a run for it’s money in terms of genocide.
Edit: typo
When I still managed a team, at the beginning of every team meeting, we’d have the Two Minute of Hate. Everyone in the team would be able to complain about whatever was bothering them.
Very often, when the hate was work related, the team would come together to solve the problem. It worked really, really well.
Other managers tended to be very uptight about the idea.
Sometimes the hate would last through most of the meeting.
After some fairly distressing and debilitating hates, I added Eye Bleach permanently to the end of the agenda. It was when people would share something to make everyone feel better. It was usually either cute pet or kid pictures, or happy news or uplifting stories.
I still work there, but I’m not a manager anymore. I’m still strangely part of the management team, but I have no direct reports, and I’m not officially a manager.
I’m not really sure I was really the person they wanted managing people. I suppose it’s not too surprising, but the entire management team seems to think they are what keeps the place working. I always saw management as a necessary evil. My team was what kept things working, not their manager.