I’m a user experience designer. My favourite story is from aviation engineering. I don’t remember the year or all the details, but the US Navy had put stupid amounts of money and time into engineering a new fighter jet. It was worked out on paper and built to exact specifications. Then, during the first human test of it, the pilot ejected on the tarmac before it took off. The plane crashed, obviously, but the pilot couldn’t explain what happened (apparently he had a concussion from his unscheduled landing).

The plane was built again, and shortly after takeoff, the pilot again ejected without explanation.

What the fuck was going on?

In the retelling I heard, someone finally noticed the design of the cockpit was to blame. In trying to cram all the standard controls plus new ones into the smallest amount of space, the designers had moved the eject lever right next to the lever to adjust the seat position – they’d coloured the eject lever red, but the pilot couldn’t see that since it was below and slightly to the right of his ass, and both levers were the same size and shape. Nobody noticed this was a problem until at least two pilots accidentally ejected on takeoff.

This might be apocryphal, I don’t know, but I learnt it as an example of how things might look good on paper, but you can’t really know until a user fucks everything up.

I hadn’t heard of that, thank you! That trailer looks amazing. I’m excited for it now, too.

This physically hurt me.

Who can I sue? Any lawyers in the chat?

Your man card wasn’t forfeited, it’s gilded. Only real men can appreciate art.

Have you seen Sondheim’s Into the Woods? It’s a masterpiece. It’s on Prime if you haven’t seen it. It stars Chip Zien, Bernadette Peters, Joanna Gleason, Tom Aldredge, and other big names. I’d like to see anyone say Zein, Aldredge, and Sondheim aren’t ‘real men’.

Yes, and the man who proposed the theory retracted it later, saying it would be like basing human behavioural theory on observations made in a supermax prison.

That actually makes sense that these losers would venerate it, since the behaviours they idolise are very like what you’d see in prisons: machismo instead of real manhood, narcissism and subjugation instead of empathy, and hatred instead of compassion.

This is almost verbatim the definition of a dystopia, fwiw.

eta: the start of it is nearly a Black Mirror episode

The poetry contests were great. I miss that.

It must be exhausting to go through life saddled with so much mental bullshit.

Getting major Marvin Gaye vibes.

Daily reminder that unregulated capitalism hurts all of us.

I’ll read comments, but I would never listen to voice comments. Literally never. I’d spend an hour googling for context and solutions before I’d listen to a voice message in the code pages.

Voice is objectively the worst way to convey data via computer. It almost always wastes my time, is horrible to skim for relevant info, and for complex topics is an absolute nightmare.

Text is so, so much more efficient. I can’t imagine why anyone would want this. If it’s ever implemented, please don’t make it obvious. Nobody should be encouraged to inflict this on coworkers or future devs.

e: errant ’s’

Well that’s stupid. I could infringe IP by carving a gloved mouse on a stone tablet. Are you gonna ban stone tablets? And hands? Jesus, Sheila, get a grip.

Oh shit, that’s hilarious, too. Someone must have taken it seriously, because the article made my news feed with no mention of it being a meme. He’s such a joke, that’s apparently plausible. I bought it, lol.

e: thanks for the correction!

And bigotry. Don’t forget the bigotry.

I just read an article saying Musk has bought xvideos.com. It didn’t say, but I’m guessing he means to turn it into something like YouTube. If so, that’s hilariously misguided.

The man is a joke. As a designer who has done a fair amount of branding work, this is the dumbest rebranding attempt I’ve ever seen. I’ve dealt with some stubbornly clueless clients who had to be talked out of driving their brand off a cliff, but this is next level.