PhobosAnomaly

A bit of both for me. Whenever I dropped a bollock in work or whereever, my head used to go down and I’d be waiting for the hairdryer treatment like I was waiting outside the headmaster’s office.

Now, if some cockwomble decides to mass-email someone with a passive aggressive email about “could the person who…” and it’s quite clearly my mistake, I take great pleasure in absolutely owning it, smashing that reply-all button, and explaining in painful detail how yes it was my fuck up; yes I did do it with good intentions but hey things go sideways sometimes; and yes abso-fucking-lutely thank you for your shitty email that has had all the effect of a silent fart.

I think the best part of adulting is that you can make no mistakes and still lose (yeah Picard boiiii), and realising that nobody’s going to care about it in a week’s time.

A colleague of mine is a nice bloke, but proper stuck in his ways.

He’s done well for himself, lovely family, and has saved enough to treat them all to nice holidays across the world… but all he does is eat burger and chips while he’s there.

He’s been across Route 66, been to Rome, Paris, and some of the Baltic states… even been on cruises to faraway places, but trying some of the amazing local cuisine is just a step too far for him.

It’s wild. That said, he enjoys himself so good on him I guess.

Awesome. I am - at best, out of the loop in entertainment news: and at worst, culturally retarded - so I was sat at LCY with a colleague and he was pointing out famous chefs, golfers, public figures every five minutes.

I was still trying to figure out how anyone affords either to eat or drink at the airport without being on business expenses.

For celeb-spotting and transit links: London City Airport. It’s nice being able to check your bags and fuck off into Stratford for a few hours. It’s super expensive though.

For a chill experience: London Southend Airport. Not in London, but loads of seating, decent views across the tarmac, and loooaaads of room.

For getting lost: Washington Dulles. Christ that place was designed by Stevie Wonder in a house fire. The sheer number of destinations is wonderous though fair play, a great place to feel like a tiny cog in a huge machine.

Edinburgh is a banger. Great support for families, spacious, and generally chill - decent transport links too.

The departures lounge is starting to sprawl with retail now though, but can’t have everything I suppose.

what about now bruv?

déja vu intensifies

On the topic of sharpeners, those battery powered pressure sharpeners are satisfying as fuck. They’re shit and invariably snap the nib, but they’re the sharpening equivalent of shoving a Q-tip in your ear and having a good rake about.

Or if you’re all about the procrastination, spending a few minutes every lesson at the classroom sharpener like this one brings back the nostalgia:

Every day’s a school day.

In fairness, it’s nothing short of sheer voodoo what they managed to do with the simple copper loop. As usual though, it was the rural communities that felt the pinch (and the gains) more than most though.

The chances of it being the filter were stupidly low, and I don’t think I ever had a case of the filter being at fault - but it was one of those potential issues that would make a customer look stupid (and £120 lighter) if BT tipped up and declared it a customer equipment fault.

In newer homes (at the time), there were NTE faceplates that had a filter built it, with individual ports for telephone and for data telephony cables. They didn’t last long though. Maybe they were stupidly expensive in comparison, maybe BT could see the fibre future and stopped producing them.

When I did tech support for a UK telecoms firm, that was the easy way to fuck off an awkward customer with any kind of connectivity problem - stability, speed, whatever. Generally, people’s routers were connected to the same NTE as the landline.

“So what we’re going to do, is replace the ADSL filter, see if it’s a gubbed filter, it’s a nice cheap and easy fix. Can you remove the filter from the wall socket please?”

click

Beautiful.

I was talking to my primary-school age kids about their teachers, and one of them says their next teacher will be Mr Smith.

“He’s old,” they said, “he must be at least fifty”.

I said “nah man. Mr Smith is probably only a few years older than me, early forties I reckon”.

They had me with “no he’s like really old. He reads a newspaper”

Here to represent Summit.

Positive development cycle, nice dev, and decent features on Android.

“maybe if I hit ‘compile’ really fast, then the bug might not have time to manifest itself this time”

95 was an innovator if anything, ahead of pretty much anything else on desktop at the time, even if it DID fart and die whenever someone looked at it funny.

com/com 😂

Oh I don’t know, he’s already in Newport hiyoooooooooooo

I’ve read through a few of your replies, and they generally contain a “so, …” and a generally inaccurate summary of what the conversation thread is about. I don’t know whether there’s a language barrier here or you’re being deliberately obtuse.

It would appear to be that your desire for a community without moderators is so strong, that a platform like Lemmy is not suitable for what you want, and as such you are likely not going to find the answer you want here and spend your time arguing against the flow.

Good luck finding what you’re looking for 👍

Make a reliable way to automate that, and you’ll make a lot of money.

Rely on doing it for yourself, and… well good luck with the mental health in a few years time.

I’ve met my fair share of cockwombles in my time - the public-facing element of some of my jobs and roles have guaranteed that - but I’ve never met anyone truly evil.

I’ve met a dude who was more than pleasant, respectable background, good laugh… who later turned out to be peddling kiddie porn, and got caught a second time after being released from prison so yeah fuck that guy.

I’ve met the one of the nicest guys in the world - fit guy for his age in his late fifties, had a way of connecting with you in the first five minutes and leaving every conversation feel positive, and generally an all round cracking fella… only to get hit with cancer before he was 60. So no, I guess he absolutely did not deserve that.

Unfortunately, there’s more instances of people getting away with real shitty behaviour than there is of satisfying instances of karma biting them in the arse.

nice

Specifically, process niceness - a very basic view is how “nice” a process is at handing over control to the CPU scheduler when asked to.

It’s a similar situation as when your mam (the scheduler) tells you to give up the SNES (the process) because you (the CPU) need to do the homework (another process), the dishwasher (another process) and the bins (another process) - but the SNES is saying “just thirty more seconds bro, and the boss will be done”.

edit: in context, these function keys manually force the niceness value up or down, determining whether the process allows you to finish the boss and give up the CPU at a more appropriate time, or whether the scheduler is like “nah absolutely not, homework, now”.

edit edit: my assumption is that this is a process manager app anyway, else the rest of the above is bollocks

Time to suggest a coffee and a piss stop, and furiously Google “one day car insurance policies” I think.

That, or make sure your life insurance policy is in order and text your partner “enjoy the free house!”