Travesty!
The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - page 19
It’s probably just your house being knocked down,” said Ford, drowning his last pint.
”What?” shouted Arthur. Suddenly Ford’s spell was broken. Arthur looked wildly around him and ran to the window.
”My God they are! They’re knocking my house down. What the hell am I doing in the pub, Ford?”
”It hardly makes any difference at this stage,” said Ford, ”let them have their fun.”
”Fun?” yelped Arthur. ”Fun!” He quickly checked out of the window again that they were talking about the same thing.
”Damn their fun!” he hooted and ran out of the pub furiously waving a nearly empty beer glass. He made no friends at all in the pub that lunchtime.
”Stop, you vandals! You home wreckers!” bawled Arthur. ”You half crazed Visigoths, stop will you!”
Ford would have to go after him. Turning quickly to the barman he asked for four packets of peanuts.
”There you are sir,” said the barman, slapping the packets on the bar, ”twenty-eight pence if you’d be so kind.”
Ford was very kind – he gave the barman another five-pound note and told him to get a nice new set of aglets while he was at it.
The barman looked at it and then looked at Ford. He suddenly shivered: he experienced a momentary sensation that he didn’t understand because no one on Earth had ever experienced it before. In moments of great stress, every life form that exists gives out a tiny sublimal signal. This signal simply communicates an exact and almost pathetic sense of how far that being is from the place of his birth. On Earth it is never possible to be further than sixteen thousand miles from your birthplace, which really isn’t very far, so such signals are too minute to be noticed. Ford Prefect was at this moment under great stress, and he was born 600 light years away in the near vicinity of Betelgeuse.
My dramatic account detailed here: https://lemmy.world/comment/13482252
(Incidentally, if you can believe it, I used to use floccinaucinihilipilification unironically when I was a teenager)
So, this is what winning at life feels like eh?
I was getting in an MRI machine and had a sudden panic that the aglets on my shoes were metal. I garbled out my concern quickly to the nurse and was surprised to hear myself say “aglet” in a sophisticated manner rather than “the little end things on my laces” like a pleb. Of course, she didn’t actually know what I meant and we all died. Joking. Some people died. This story is half true.
More of this sort of thing! State shouldn’t be involved in the market of choice. But in the market of “no choice” it should absolutely step in and give people basic quality options to help prevent them being gouged.
I think they should do it and print breastfeeding class info on the container if they really want to
“is it fit for purpose?” is a better question because if you don’t know if it’s reliable you have your answer already
eye of sauron frantically watches base of tower give way
Problem with one line of data? Better shutdown the airspace.
Amazing this hadn’t happened before with a strategy like that.
Also, duplicate waypoints are allowed, just not in the same region. But also exit points don’t have to be explicitly indicated and the system will just look for the nearest waypoint in another region.
Sounds like the whole thing was a needlessly hacky messy standard. I’ve dealt with quite a few of them, but to tolerate it in air traffic control? Good grief…
I’m just saying that to point out the job is neither useless nor redundant…
Lots of jobs on bigger projects feel like production lines. And it’s quite easy to feel lost in the process. I feel like that in many IT projects I’ve been in. “Oh I’m just drawing up this spec for the developers to follow, they don’t really need me to do it. Am I redundant / useless?”. Turns out it’s actually very useful to have documents pass through people in specific roles. I make sure things are written well. I catch inconsistencies. I, through force of habit, output things in a consistent style that then makes it easier for others to read. I suspect many of these things are true of you too. That said, being a part in a machine isn’t for everyone, have the confidence to look for roles in smaller companies where you’re likely to need to wear multiple hats. Or find out what the next steps are towards a role you really want to try.
If you’re not adding any value then why don’t engineers send things direct to architects?
C’mon lads, time to solve a murder!
Citing this as an example of racial capitalism is a weird take when the cladding report found hundreds and hundreds of similarly vulnerable buildings all across the UK, the majority of which were actually private residential blocks (ie not social tenants)
Grenfell didn’t happen because the residents were BAME, it happened because profit driven developers will screw you over whether you’re black or white.
A good article that includes symbol resolution in context
Would have been nice if the question mentioned the US then…
sips tea
The cab was stationary at the time which I suppose made them think it wasn’t a bump in the road or anything. Strange for a car window to spontaneously shatter without a jolt but I guess it happens.
The Sun dredging this up after six years? Classy reporting.
It was meant to be