Ugh. My employer sent out an invite to post an anonymous review of working at the company on a third party site. I was going to post an honest review, which would have been highly critical, and probably career limiting if it was tied back to me. But in order to actually post the review, you have to provide your location and job title; this narrows it down to like seven people, but I was still going to post it. Until I hit submit, and it popped up, "Great, to post this, you'll have to sign up for an account," with my work email address filled in on the registration form. Somehow, I doubt this is nearly as anonymous as claimed.
Random weird thought I had: I wonder if it would be possible, after I die, to get my body cremated by leaving it in the flame trench of a heavy rocket launch.
"mill you for two, pass"
"ha, I'm immune"
"the card says his or her, I'm not a valid target"
'what, oh fuck, brb calling Steven Magicthegathering'
*the biggest Azorius sphinx ever is summoned, blotting out the sun, voice like a hurricane* LET IT BE HENCEFORTH KNOWN THAT ENBIES ARE VALID
"...okay, I mill for two"
Welp, Amazon now appears to be convinced that I have a young daughter. On what is, I'm sure, an entirely unrelated note, I've got a floor lamp, side table, and closet organizer being shipped, all pink to match the backpack, curtains, and area rug I recently bought on there.
Ugh. I'm learning Go because I agreed to help with a work project which uses it, and it's reminding me of all the things I dislike about Python. Which is to say, "This clearly came about because somebody was angry that you can code in C in ways that didn't fit their personal preferences, and decided to make a language which makes that impossible."
Well, I feel stupid, now. I just realized that the reason why email hasn't been working on my mastodon instance for the last year was that I forgot to tell it that my SMTP relay is using TLS. >#<
Yay, I've got the Mastodon API working. Now I can do terrible things with it. Like write a bot which changes the color of my bedroom lights based on toots.
Well, I just watched the Battle Angel Alita movie. I really dig it; it hit that transhumanist itch of mine damn well.
Hmm, if you study how people respond to alerts, does that make you an oncallogist?
our world is a simulation and my player can't afford the microtransactions to buy more energy
Ugh. Today is one of those days where I can't concentrate on anything, and I hurt all over. :/ When can I trade my body in for one which doesn't suck so much?
So, if I ever get the ability to modify my genome, I know what I want added to it.
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How I know I spend too much time on Second Life and mucks: someone on work chat requested being added to a meeting invite with, "me too please," and the first thing to come to mind was a rant about lazy would-be subs. >_> <_<
@commie for the trans fundraiser , they all him a gamer
Well, on the good side, now I know that I'm not going to sleep through the fire alarm, should my building catch fire. On the bad side, I found this out because multiple buildings in my complex, not including mine, experienced simultaneous false alarms at nigh-on two in the morning.