Only my wife and daughter are graced with the opportunity to pet her. I’m only allowed to let her sniff my finger.

I only feed her, house her, and scoop her poop

It’s the opposite of my Maine coon. I swear the colder it was the longer he’d stay outside.

I already have one of those. It’s my half-bath with a clogged branch drain. I tried to snake it for close to an hour with no luck. I got so frustrated that I had to step away. Now I have a clogged drain, a toilet sitting in the hallway, paper towels shoved in the hole to keep the smell from coming up, and tools all over the floor.

I imagine part of it has to do with relatability. People like to insert themselves into the stories. And nostalgia is a strong drug. More people have experience with high school than college, so you’ll automatically appeal to a large audience.

I don’t care what M$ says, Azure DevOps is being left for dead. As someone who worked on the System Center space for years, I know the signs of a product they want to kill but can’t. I’m convinced the only reason it is still around is because some internal teams haven’t moved to GitHub yet.

That is way too nicely built. For the true Gen-X feel you need cinderblocks and plywood.

This is me with unsaved files in VS Code. Every so often I’d go through and try to clean them up but it stayed around 150 files. I got a new laptop a couple of weeks ago and I’ve slowly crawled back up to about 15-20.

The red nub on IBM/Lenovo laptops is far superior to a touchpad

I absolutely hate the package management in it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found a cool python project, downloaded it from GitHub then tried to install requirements. And it turns into a huge nightmare of trying to find compatible packages. It’ll be like you need wheel v3.1.0 so I try to install that,.then it’s like no you can’t do that because it’s not compatible with numpy v79.84.1 that you have installed. So then you search and try to find which version is compatible, then install they go to install wheel again,.and it’s like no you need pandas,.so you install pandas but it like sorry I’m not compatible with the version of numpy you installed.

I’m this old

A couple of years back I fell asleep at like 8 PM and slept through to 6:30 AM. Then I fell back asleep around 8 or 9 and slept until noon. When I woke up I didn’t feel tired at all. This had been the first time I felt like that in I don’t know how long

I was watching Best of the Worst from Red Letter Media, the episode where they watched Blood Debts. My wife walked in the room to give me a kiss before going to bed, right when she leans over, lips puckered, ready for a kiss, Mike’s voice breaks through and we both here, “faced with a strong desire to watch a Filipino rape film.” She just freezes, gets this look on her face, and starts cracking up, which then made me start laughing. It was one of those situations where each of our reactions kept making the other person laugh harder and harder.

The clip - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3NTaoheLMvM&t=3560s

We’re currently under contract to sell our house in Texas. 2 more weeks until we close. My wife has been up in CT looking for houses, but the market up there is insane. We’ve put in 6 offers on houses and lost 3 of them. Still waiting to hear on the others. But house or not we are out of Texas at the end of this month.

I honestly believe this one is a gorilla marketing gimmick. Like they purposely went back and removed references to it so any time someone brings up the Mandela Effect their name gets mentioned.

My company has standardized document templates and none of them have Oxford commas. I will go through and add them any time I have to use one.

First thought was, you don’t need to update an Azure. Second thought was tech people really aren’t good at coming up with unique names.

Sushi

My wife and daughter call her su or more commonly su-su

If she’s in trouble then it’s Sushi Maki Roll <Our last name>

I call her Stink Butt because she takes the smelliest poops I’ve ever had the displeasure of smelling and then doesn’t bury them in the litter.

I look him up and down. I’ve seen it a thousand times. He is all bravado and boot jingles. Dressed like he stepped straight out of a Western Warehouse. I could tell those shiny boots had never stepped foot on a ranch. Just puffed-up pride wrapped in a cowboy hat, trying to mask the desperation of someone who’s never been anywhere else. And doesn’t realize he is the one getting fucked by the system.

“You’ll be seeing me soon, huh?” I say, watching his eyes flicker. “Let me tell you something, partner. If you don’t straighten out that attitude of yours—if you don’t drop this little act and do your job like a professional—I’ll find someone else to sell this house.” I let the words sink in before delivering the knife twist. “Maybe a dame.”

His mouth opens, then shuts.

“Oh yeah,” I continue, my voice smooth as the whiskey he probably pretends to drink neat. “I’ll bring in one of those ‘progressive libs’ you despise so much. Maybe someone fresh out of California, with a Prius and pronouns in her email signature. Someone who’ll take your commission, your sale, and leave you standing in the dust.”

His face twitches. The bravado cracks. He swallows hard. His grip loosens on my hand.

“Good talk,” I say, finally letting go of his hand. “Now get to work.”