PayPal was so far ahead of the curve. I’ve actively avoided using them for a long because of something that happened many years ago. I sense that young people see it as a boomer app.
PayPal could’ve been the big bank of the Internet and they fucked it up.
Just looked through some of that stuff. Holy hell, it would be easier to be seen as without sin through the eyes of an angry old testament God than it would be to be seen as worthy of dating from that crowd. And that’s fine, because I would want less than zero to do with it.
(Assuming it’s real. Who knows? Could be a bunch of neckbeards cosplaying, but if I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that there are shitty shitty men in this world, and that there are equally shitty shitty women in this world)
Shitty Boeing aside, how are they eating up there? I don’t know anything about space station food logistics, but if a planned week has turned into ten weeks, surely there must be a resource strain.
Edit: Google search says they can regularly send up unmanned supply ships.
Next up: a full congressional investigation into Wikipedia
This sounds like a modern day version of the Schlitz mistake back in the seventies where they cut the quality so much, so fast, that the formerly largest brewery in America became a worthless brand that nobody trusted.
The b-school lesson from this was to drop the quality of your product more slowly so people wouldn’t notice.
I figured no big company would ever suffer consequences from shitty product ever again because they’d figured out the drip instead of the open floodgates.
I hope more companies get to enjoy this fate, especially food producers.
That’s how I try to describe growing up with it when people ask why I don’t to to church or subscribe to any religion.
Aside from the many other aspects of it, even as a child, I couldn’t understand why I was supposed to be so enthusiastically smug that I belonged to this thing that seemed to exist only to impose rules on everything imaginable and that those rules would invariably be against anything even remotely fun or pleasurable. Hell we couldn’t even use most spices; thanks Dr Kellogg.
At age six or so I legitimately perceived it to be sinful to smile or laugh for fear I’d be punished because there would be some arbitrary rule that whatever caused me to smile or laugh was too worldly.
Fuck that. I’ll be miserable and curmudgeonly on my own terms!
Now he needs to go dig up some old computer magazines with program code listings.
My affection toward the TRS80 actually lies in the fact that I never had one. I had an Apple.
But for a period of time, many of those listings would be for the TRS80 so I taught myself to convert that code into Apple Basic.
It was a great experience except for that pesky little aspect that kids in the early eighties who were into computers tended to get the ever living hell bullied out of them.
All I can see is that it’s an RDP extension
Type: remote desktop connection
Otherwise I didn’t see a product name in properties
So how would I go about installing Linux on my shitty $200 refurbished Dell laptop? Would it continue to support my USB docking station with mouse keyboard and three monitors? What about remoting into work?
I don’t otherwise particularly do anything on it. No gaming or any such thing.
On the flip side, please don’t touch me.
I archived this cancerous bloated paywalled shit show of a website just on principle
Mutual disdain was the catalyst. I did it for eight years and probably lost fifteen years of life expectancy from it. Ungodly toxic environment. Fuck big firm accounting. Fuck them all in the most demeaning, painful way imaginable.
I make roughly one third the money today, and I’m much happier for it. I still make a comfortable living where I don’t particularly worry about money, so what would the additional two thirds do for me outside paying medical bills it causes?
No matter how much I try to remove my name from searches, I still get recruited by ambitious young people on a regular basis. I generally make them stop with a response that goes something like this:
I would rather have my eyes gouged out by the white hot barbed penis of Satan himself while he spits in my mouth than return to public accounting for any amount of money.
As a tax accountant, I sincerely hope this gets to a point where a vast majority of the population has no need for my services.
I used to play in the big leagues where none of my clients would ever qualify for this and their returns routinely took upwards of a hundred hours to complete. Those guys need to keep paying.
Now I play down in the minors a couple steps above the Block, and I hate seeing the owner sell these three or four hundred dollar returns that might take me an hour to complete in the first year and maybe thirty minutes in subsequent years.
Funny you mentioned that. I was out with my daughter a couple days ago and she got a flat that had to be replaced. She was legitimately worried that Toyota would void her warranty for not buying a tire from the dealership. Nevermind that we were out in rural nothingness with no Toyota dealership to be found.
I don’t know what a PSN account is, but I’m surprised you can get one in North Korea.
By tenth grade I had been commissioned to write some software. When I completed it, I walked away from all of it because of the social stigma. Didn’t touch a computer again for ten years. I won’t say I regret that because walking away led me to other life adventures, but I will say I regret the circumstances that drove me to do it.
I had to go look up when those things came out (1977) because by the time I got my hands on one in 1982 in the school library they were already little more than toys even when compared to the luxurious Vic 20.
I know we played some games off cassettes on them. I feel like Oregon trail was one of those games, but I’m suspicious of my own memory because I know I was playing that on my Apple 2, which I think had joystick driven hunting on it.
God I’m getting old and can’t remember the finer points anymore.
I do remember that other kids bullied the HELL out of me for carrying one of those plastic boxes full of floppies with me at school. Not a good time to be a nerd back then.
If caffeine is considered a serious drug in my lifetime, I hope I’ve got a good cellmate because I’m going away forever.
This is our version of ancient Romans using lead based makeup
I didn’t wake up this morning with the knowledge that I’m about to move to Pennsylvania and convert to being Amish.