Words fail me.
Here are some profound statements I’ve had the privilege and/or misfortune of reading. Mostly the latter.
Even office ecology has its limits.
Food is composted locally as part of Etsy’s plan to send almost no waste to landfills by 2020. Until recently, when the quantity became unmanageable, food scraps were packed onto a Dutch cargo bike, which an “office ecologist” would pedal several miles to a Brooklyn farm.
Direct answers are always appreciated.
One person says:
Sorry, I don't work in a job that has these - what the fuck are "daily standup," "sprints," and "user stories." I have a vague inkling about what those may be and I already hate them; elaborate so I can fully hate them?
One person says:
Sometimes, especially at this time of year, I wonder why the fuck I've been cursed with living in the cold dark depressing north of Scandinavia. What could possibly have made my ancestors think this was a good place to live…
Ireland is where its at, it's not a blizzard here, but we don't have any of those bullshit creatures, no snakes, no scorpions, no weird insects, no bears, no poisonous spiders or big ones…just grass and butterflies.
A third chimes in:
I mean y'all used to have a problem with snakes right? That is until St. Patrick drove 'em away.
The second answers:
Bears too he choked them all to death with a shoe lace wrapped around his hands, like a garrote. He killed all the spiders with the book of kells, and he drove the English out with a rake.
We have no problems now, so he is kinda retired, but every now and again you see him with a sweeping brush chasing seagulls away, but you can tell he lost his passion for it. What is a hero with out a villain, ya know.
The fancy way of saying turning it off and back on again didn't work.
My experience with FreeBSD is limited to a fugacious week with apparent quixotism and my noble Raspberry-Pi2, which ended inimically. All seemed rigorously dandy until presumably, Chuck Norris imposed thereafter some wicked temporal augmentation between all moments between any character typed or program otherwise compiled, offering only a typographic respite or scintillating scroll of never-ending techno-glossolalia in his wake whilst I sat there hour after hour (or character after character) awaiting something that made sense. Having no visible recourse, I capitulated and returned to Rasbpian.
There are great ideas and topics to be covered here for sure, but they're sprinkled on top of a giant cake made with 1-part self-loathing, 2-parts day-dreaming, and 1-part regular huff-and-puffing.
If we can't build space transit in 100 million years we're not much of a species.
“Even on (rare) days when I wake up earlier than usual, I don't find myself getting tired enough to sleep earlier than usual. I just want to make the day last longer. And even if I am a bit tired, I've found my ability to find a second wind to be reliably excellent.”
“[A] few years back my GP advised me to eat the odd piece of food that had been dropped on the floor, and to stop cleaning as much; the reason being that a blood test had revealed I was low in zinc. His reasoning was that since dust has reasonable quantities of zinc, I should be able to be adequately provided with it via my environment. Apparently his idea worked, because in the next test my zinc was over the ideal (This could be a fluke, of course).”
“This is an amazing story. Reminds me of my mother. I need to call her…”
“I literally walked out of an interview at AirBnb in tears after the humiliation. I've been so traumatized after that I've stopped looking for jobs for over 3 years.”
This was the lead-in of a job ad for an iOS developer. The ad has since expired.
“This position is reserved for the top 1% of you out there that have the experience and attitude to murder everything in your path.”
In response to a blog post about programmers not being able to predict the future:
“I feel like I don’t have time to predict the future - too busy pushing things into production...”
In a subthread of a discussion not at all related to hunting:
“I’ve recently started hunting to get my meat, and I seem to be really sensitive to this kind of terminology lately.
In a discussion about controversial programming opinions, someone said:
gotois best in certain cases.”
Someone else replied:
“He asked for a controversial opinion, not Mein Kampf 2.”
This one about the Netflix platform is hilarious.
“Considering it’s all built on well-known and tested (provided you follow the best practices) cloud services (AWS right?) I often wonder what they do all day. Netflix platform strikes me as something you invest heavily in at day 1 but then only need a boilerplate team of developers to keep it ticking over and responding to user feedback.
They love to bleat on about their Chaos Monkey this and Chaos Monkey that. But come on, they wrote a read-only cloud-hosted and distributed video streaming service that leans on standard cloud services and best practices for 90% of the hard parts. Chaos Monkey just smacks of writing an integration test for a third party component you don’t own.
Frankly I wouldn’t want a job at Netflix simply because the problem domain is not interesting enough…”
In response to a blog post about working remotely, a great truth was told.
“I refuse all calls and meetings. If someone doesn’t want to spend the time thinking about an idea and expressing it clearly in a written medium, I don’t really have the time for it. I’ve had Skype, Lync, GoTo Meeting, conference calls the lot thrown at me over the years and email is the only truly productive communication medium as it gives people time to think and structure their thoughts. We have done some magical shit via email.”