Sounds like they have Rick Sanchez is custody over there

Don’t feel too bad. I didn’t pick up on it either

I’ve been around for this kind of thing. Similar to grants. When the money is flowing, management just goes around and earmarks various things on the budget sheets and asks the data folks for reports to back it up. Some of it could be true. Most of it is a stretch.

pretty much

Wowww really hope these guys face consequences. Totally inappropriate behaviour.

Can’t believe no one’s said spritz of lemon juice yet. That was my go to as a kid.

keep…going

This makes me uncomfortable.

But I really really agree with it. I’d like to see the culture around here step up a little bit. Circlejerks and shitposting communities are one thing, but not everything has to be a joke. And certainly not the same joke, over and over again and again.

I might join you. I know some k8s and shit, if you need a hand admin-ing. Actually since my instance is likely federating with threads, I was looking at pulling my account and donation eventually anyway.

Don’t be obtuse, you know exactly what they meant: low effort “quippy,” dare I say it: Whedon-esque comments, that you can predict before even opening the comments.

it’s easy to listen to an audiobook at the same time

This blows my mind and shows what a different experience this must be, compared to what I was imagining. I suppose you’ve been reading sheet music for a long time now? Almost like a second “language.” Do you enjoy reading sheet music?

Vetinari IRL. From Soul Music by Terry Pratchett:

Besides, Lord Vetinari, the supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, rather liked music.

People wondered what sort of music would appeal to such a man. Highly formalized chamber music, possibly, or thunder-and-lightning opera scores.

In fact the kind of music he really liked was the kind that never got played. It ruined music, in his opinion, to torment it by involving it on dried skins, bits of dead cat, and lumps of metal hammered into wires and tubes. It ought to stay written down, on the page, in rows of little dots and crotchets all neatly caught between lines. Only there was it pure. It was when people started doing things with it that the rot set in. Much better to sit quietly in a room and read the sheets, with nothing between yourself and the mind of the composer but a scribble of ink. Having it played by sweaty fat men and people with hair in their ears and spit dribbling out of the end of their oboe… well, the idea made him shudder. Although not much, because he never did anything to extremes.

It’s exactly the kind of cynical doomerism I was looking to get away from

It can be so worth it. Sometimes I’m stressing about this great nebulous cloud of bullshit that just seems insurmountable and existential, but then when I explain it to someone, it’s like… 3 things. And yeah, those things may legitimately be a source of stress, but knowing that they are finite and number, and probably solvable, makes daily life a lot less daunting.

hey sometimes your chest just feels like there’s a great weight crushing you crushing you from above and the walls are closing in and you’re scared and you just sit there stupidly not wanting to make a fuss but knowing absolutely knowing that this is it this is how it all ends–oh and then it kind of passes and you get back on shift and get in trouble for being slow, but it’s alright at least you’re alive

Man I used to think there was no relation between what I ate and my wardrobe size, but eventually it really does catch up with you, especially if your day job is sedentary.

That’s legalistic genie logic. I think the intent of the penny is pretty clear, even if the wording is way too open.

Penny. I like to live dangerously.

Wow that’s really clever.