Uhh *looks around fearfully at other comments* c-congrats!

Same, and same.

You just need to break the syntax apart and look at it from the LHS and the RHS seperately.

In layman’s terms: constantine felt boxed in by his social class which left him often at dagger-ends to the operations on his car. Unable to keep up with the constant payments, he defaulted on the loan.

See? Easy.

If nails were standardised then yeah all this would be overkill. But new nails and heck, wood types are coming out all the time, and you definitely can’t build a spice rack with the wrong tools.

I love how Tobias immediately knows.

“The game? What game? Admire the sheer beauty of this bold and majestic man.”

For real. I just spent a decade in academia working dog hours with little pay keeping services running wondering how the true devs and sysadmins do it.

I recently switched to the corporate world and have peeked behind curtain of competency: headless chickens running around, patching failing products rather than spending time to properly fix them because immediate results are the only metric that counts.

Stability, scalability, reproducibility? Forget it, that’s someone else’s problem apparently.

Its also one you don’t have any agency over.

(I’m living under the dreamful pretence that the american people can hold their intelligence agencies at least somewhat in check)

My HP is genuinely a creepy laptop. In the BIOS is a an “HP remote setting” as well as 3 other remote modes all at the bios level asking to join my wifi, again, at the BIOS level.

I work from my home laptop. I have a small offline private network between my work laptop and home laptop that I send ansible jobs to (since the work laptop is a powerful machine), but that work laptop does not touch the internet.

My Adventures with Superman vibes, though from a LL perspective

Genuinely. Is crack what the upper classes do, or is that coke?

I’m trying to show that the joke only works as a written premise, and falls apart immediately as a spoken premise as was presented initially.

He either said “two” (10) “one” (1) “zero” (0) “why are you still here” (because the guy is unfazed)
or he said “ten” (10) “one” (1) “zero” (0) “why are you still here” (because the guy is confused)

I’m guessing the second one occured

“You literally said ‘ten’ and then ‘one’, why do you think I’m still here?”

But you save on the need for needing detergent since the tomato acid will decalcify the bowl (I don’t understand chemistry)

I’m in, take my money.

Grandad, for the last time - those aren’t parrots, they’re people, and that’s not a stick you’re holding it’s a rifle

If those pension investments come crashing down, the government will just have to roll out a new pension scheme not tied to money. E.g. mandatory social duty where all young and able people work in rotas to take care of 1 to 2 elderly people per month.

“And Lo, let us bless his holy vessel, for though his storage was finite and his time to seek was limited, he faithfully preserved our thoughts and feelings, and carried them up onto heaven in his ascension, where he reigns in the gilded halls of FAT12 on his 3.5inch throne.”

This is a classic XY problem. My ex would often ask me why I wouldn’t peel carrots.