We interrupt your regularly scheduled doom scrolling to appreciate this incredibly informative and responsibility written headline, courtesy of @arstechnica.
“He said I don’t know where you’ll play but we’ll figure that out. Just get here and be ready to go.”
This is the only bit of sports memorabilia I have on display. What a career.
Listening to “Rock in Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution” always makes me wonder just how many songs released after 1980 tap into a false sense of rebellion by pretending that there was still some large contingent of society that wanted rock and roll to die.
That moment you realize that bash script you just whipped together to quasi-manually parse a csv file for some internal dashboard thingy is surprisingly close to what real data engineers actually do for a living.
Democrats: We should increase corporate taxes across the board to pay for much needed infrastructure.
News Orgs: (FUD)
Republicans: We should increase corporate taxes selectively to punish those who oppose our antidemocratic agenda.
News Orgs: Well alright.
Is it wrong to start playing random encounter music whenever some email comes out of left field?
The time was around 6 am. A noise emanated from the bedroom two doors from ours. It was hard for my groggy mind process at first, but my hearing cleared along with head, and I could hear singing. The words were unmistakable. “You all ready for this?”
parenting-noir
I’ve decided to justify my three-year-old’s frequent contradictory requests as a Kirk-style test to make sure those around him are not androids.