At first, I was like “that geezer is hard as fuck, seen more shit than one dude should ever see, and is sat there totally chill”…
…and then his lad started crying and felt the complete opposite.
That poor kid has been traumatised for years and did fuck all to deserve it.
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I’m not planning on a burial, but those biodegradable cardboard coffins look pretty awesome, and they’re (comparatively) cheap as fuck too.
My plan is to get cremated - but it would be great to either sneak in some petrol into the casket, or pay the funeral directors to go for a two minute walk while someone packs my casket with fireworks or other low-explosive compounds.
At best, it’ll put on one last show - and at worst it’ll give the crematorium staff member a hell of a shock.
All you had to do, was pick a damn distro CJ.
It’s not real deployment if it isn’t pushed straight to prod.
Test boxes are for communists and the French.
I love modern printers.
We have a super fancy one in work that requires one to log in (or fob in with an NFC-style tag), to enable access to their own virtual print queue or printer services.
Weirdly, if it doesn’t shut down correctly (software failure, power cut, flicked at the wall switch etc), it reboots but with some quirks like not enabling the 10 second auto logout.
It’s satisfying as fuck walking up to a printer that’s still signed in, scrawling a comedy dick in red pen on a bit of A4 paper, and using the cloud scan function to scan it and have it directly emailed to the user as a PDF.
I’m pretty sure there’s some serious security issues there but it’s funnier to hear someone’s “new email” tone, and their eyes widen when they’ve got an email attachment from themselves making a suggestion that they crudely be elsewhere, or who see a masterpiece drawing of a hairy rocket with a helium leak manifesting itself from the very top.
I never got to try Head Over Heels.
That and Knight Lore were the two fucking tapes on the Atari 800 XE that wouldn’t load and run correctly for whatever reason - I was too young to deduce whether it was a compatibility issue or a tape failure. What I did know that it was my weekly treat that was pissed up the wall because it wouldn’t work 😭
I mean fuck day one patches, but I would have loved a day one POKE command back then.
It would be quite something.
“Hello Mr so-and-so, you’re married to a paeeeedoooooooooo*”
*depending on jurisdiction, of course
I don’t know - the term “ableist” has certainly spiked in popularity in the last ten years or so, but even in the 90’s you’d get a bollocking for throwing around the terms “mong” or “spaz” or “flid” within earshot of a teacher.
I mean, I can see why - I hate the terms myself now. but when you’re in single digits of age, it’s just used as another derisory term rather than a specific slight at someone’s physical or mental development challenges.
It still got you in hot water if you were daft enough to get caught shouting it though.
I dunno man. I think if you were to ask that young lad in ten weeks; ten months; ten years…