PhobosAnomaly

That sign would be about as welcome as John McLane was at the start of Die Hard 3.

Yeah, that sign with that slur. Except there wouldn’t be Samuel L kicking about to save him.

whatcha gonna do

when lemmymania runs wild

on you?

I’m going to preface this by stating that it’s my assumption and not fact:

O’Leary isn’t daft. I don’t like him and I don’t like Ryanair, but he’s done well with the brand from a financial perspective, in an industry that’s all about the fine margins.

I’m quite sure your view is correct, it’s probably only about the numbers - for better or worse. If Starlink was a cheaper alternative to most in the market, and their projected connectivity sales outweigh the operating and capital costs, there’d be Starlink all over Ryanair planes. As it happens, the numbers probably look a deep red on the spreadsheet so it’s in the “fuck right off” box.

I’ve no love for either of them but it’s still nice to see Elon getting a poke in the eye.

Get on. Love it. I’m pretty sure the quality and efficacy of cracks and warez were directly proportional to how hard the mad chiptunez hit.

It wasn’t a real crack unless your eardrums had been blown out by an impromptu 16-bit EDM sesh.

I’ve been out of the loop for a long long time, but are they still absolute bangers of MIDI tracks?

Out of curiosity, what is the second level upgrade or evolution?

asking for a friend

Really?

My seed ratio is going to be OVER 9000!!!11

Sorry friend.

If your data was occupationally-sensitive or renders you vulnerable to financial ruination, it’s time to move to a recovery phase and see if modern data recovery specialists can work their voodoo.

Remember: never run experimental commands (you or a GenAI) in a live environment. See how it breaks things in a test environment first - if it shits itself, you may even get to learn how to fix it before running the instruction on live data.

Anecdote time! A good friend of mine drove his car to a mutual colleague’s place once because the wipers were about as much use as two chicken breasts on metal poles. He says to our colleague “Hey Foxy, I hear you’re good with cars, can you fix these wipers for me? The rubber seems to be in good nick but it’s not clearing anything”.

“Sure thing,” Foxy proudly announces, “I’ll get to work”.

Foxy strips the wipers down, one component at a time, before dusting his hands off and walking away.

“What’s going on, Foxy? The thing’s still in bits!” my pal says.

“No idea,” says Foxy, “not a fucking Scooby mate” and goes back inside, leaving his wipers and actuating motor in about fourteen pieces on the roadside.

So much for being good with cars.

Fourth for Summit.

Say what you like, Summit Squad are nothing if not dedicated.

I know it’s a cult classic, but I couldn’t get my head around the film, it didnt enjoy it at all. Perhaps it’s because I went in with the desire to see another J-horror in the vein of Ring or Ju-On or Dark Water etc.

I’m going to treat myself to an Ito box set after Christmas and read the visual novels instead I think, give it another bash.

I’m unlucky enough to be in junior management… and that sounds to me like the manager or supervisor has the breaking strength of a melted fucking KitKat.

Sure, they’ve made a problem go away, but they’ve emboldened the arsehole to pull this stunt in the future, and it has done untold damage to the self esteem and mental health of the poor airport spud who was doing their job just fine.

From a personal perspective: if I was a passenger on that plane and we were delayed because some arsepiece threw a hissy fit at the gate, I’d be fuming that the airline caved too.

It’s gash. Fuck that guy, but fuck that supervisor too. They literally had the grounds to fuck that guy right off and enjoy every second of it, but they buckled and became part of the problem.

I went to Tesco (a large (perhaps too large ((brackets)) grocery retailer in the UK) a while back with some raspberries that hadn’t even lasted until I got home before going mouldy.

Literally, all I wanted to do was show the customer service desk lass the issue, show them my receipt, get a replacement, and fuck off to make the interaction as easy as possible for them.

An honest appraisal of what the problem was; some witty banter; and a general understanding of the “don’t be a dickhead” principle to frontline staff meant that she kept hold of me for ten minutes, noted down details and times and whatnot, and it ended up with a £10 apology gift card in the post - which in turn purchased a rather nice bottle of wine.

Where I’m going with this: I cannot fathom how people cannot be polite about issues like this. I’ve never understood how being a wanker to someone whose job it is to sort issues out somehow nets you a better end result. Perhaps the best advice I’m going to give my kids is to spend six months or a year of their teenage starts to their careers in an inbound call centre in a field they’re interested in - yes the job can grind you down and yes the pay sucks, but the basic life skills and soft people skills it teaches you is fucking invaluable.

tl;dr: solid advice, ask nicely, don’t be a twat, and you’ll probably end up with a net result better than you started.

About 1500 of them apparently.

Oh that sucks. I bought a multi pack of bin bags (or trash liner or whatever they’re called across the pond). I’ve used the company for years because the bag material is fairly thick, and it doesn’t just perish away if any liquids sit at the bottom. Decent quality.

This batch though must have been produced when the machine that seals the bottom and perforates it 5mm below the seal, must have been needing a service. The perforations looked like faint dents in the plasticy material, which meant that when you tried to rip a bag off the roll, it just stretched the plastic rather than tear off cleanly along the dotted line of perforations. It meant that rather than just fucking one bag up, it often pulled across the seam of the next one, making two bags useless.

The whole multipack was fucked and it was infuriating. I can only imagine the machine’s perforating teeth were blunt as fuck.

Little things.

Well jeez, I didn’t expect to find an Escape from the Planet of the Robot Monsters reference here, especially this late to the party.

Here’s another good source if you’re interested.

The stage one music is a banger too.

There are no answers here, only more questions - and it is glorious.

Funnily enough, I got an email from MS plugging their Copilot shit.

I don’t give a fuck about what I’m subscribed to, I give a fuck about the link to unsubscribe from it.

I vote (illegally) for MetalJesusRocks.

The Star is somewhere between The Sun (a Rupert Murdoch spec tabloid rag with a “publish first, verify sources later” approach) and The Sport (contrary to its name, is less about the development and performance of elite ball games, and more about substituting the journalism with as much softcore pornography as possible).

Admittedly, the Star is highly entertaining - like the “nottheonion” comm in print form, with an approach more like a magazine than a newspaper. It’s usually a fraction cheaper than most of the major tabloids too.

I’m a “two on top, one on the sides” dude. I’m the same, the second my hair starts coming over my ears then I’m away to the barber. Two months is decent, though if I’m not able to get there through work or being away from home, I’ll stretch it to three months but I feel a bit like Noel Gallagher when my hair starts coming down to my lugholes.

That said, I treat it as a bit of a relaxation sesh. I’ll ask the barber for a “full service” and close my eyes for half hour or 45 mins and let the barber do his thing with the clippers and the hot shave and the massage and all that jazz. A guilty pleasure every other month or so.