All I can contribute to this is this video: Shake Hands With Danger (1980)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v26fTGBEi9E And now everyone has a catchy tune in their head! Sorry

https://bsky.app/profile/veryimportant.lawyer/post/3lybxlwzjuc2h

I thought the same thing when I designed my blog in earth tones back then™. The first comment was: “That seems pretty anal fixation.”

I was hired as a backup representative and just wanted to know what I was dealing with and make a clear statement.

The fucking battery is almost empty after just three days! Just because I played Snake every break.

V.02 ClankPilot V.03 CrackPilot

That’s exactly what an ad broker would say.

That’s exactly what a copper thief would say.

If the right people don’t think it’s just fiber, then it’s no longer good enough.

VokuhilA!

OK. Apparently this is advertising for a bad video game. The first thought I had about it: How is it regulated with the papers? Are they magically changed to female too? Or will I have to go through a bureaucratic odyssey?

Source: https://ayellowbirds.tumblr.com/post/616382965727068160/so-your-planet-dirt

I am not a programmer, not a geek, but just the ability to recognize problems and then find and implement the solution gives me the aura of an omniscient wizard. Simple things like: We have an automatic drying machine for work clothes here, but we haven’t been able to use it for YEARS! A Google search, manual found. We now have the third coffee machine. They always break because of the chalky water. When we descale, the display still lights up: If I really go through the instructions in the manual step by step, it suddenly works. And that’s before we get to any multiple screens or Excel problems with the sum function.

If you can interpret your car’s manual, you’re a hero. If you can also get hold of the vehicle’s repair manual, then you’re a wizard. And if you understand the sum function in Excel, then you are a danger to your supervisor.

The car i’m failed my drivers test was a Ford Ranger.

In the Bible and at the end of the Cold War, the motto was: swords into plowshares.

Wow, I was the ABCDEA2B3C4D5E1A-Guy until now

I once accompanied a teenager to one of those horse-girl movies. The auditorium was completely full, and apart from two young women who seemed to be doing it ironically, I was the only adult in the theater. During the interval, I noticed how other adults handled it: They accompany the children to the movie theater and then have two hours to enjoy a few drinks.