yeah nah absolutely happy for the correction!
Fuck me, two tonnes? I bought myself an EV a few months back in an estate shape to replace my diesel estate, and honestly I hadn’t noticed much of a difference. I assume the drivetrains are a bit lighter but the batteries are a lot heavier than a tank full of dino juice.
The driver, George McGee, was sued separately by the plaintiffs. That case was settled.
Good. Fuck that driver. Unless the “flashing red lights”; “a stop sign”; and a “T-intersection” were all on the same junction (or even if they weren’t), scrambling for a poxy phone while you’re propelling a tonne of metal at 70mph is a fucking disgraceful excuse.
That said, as much as I hate Musk, I can’t really see if this case has any legs to be fair. FSD is always “coming next year” so it’s little more than a driver aid rather than a driver substitute.
But yeah, fuck that guy.
Man I remember the fax bomb. Either huge numbers of black pages to burn through the recipients’ ink toner, or two bits of A4 taped together neatly to form an infinite loop.
The latter was stopped when sending machines got a buffer that images were stored in before they were sent (as opposed to the OG fax machines that dialled the recipient and “live streamed” the pages by scanning and sending at 9600 baud or whatever the handshake was at), and most buffers threw an error when they were full (usually because the sender was taking the piss) and never sent. Shame.
Cheers. It also made me think of a bit of newspaper advert abuse that an old colleague of mine told me.
Another pair of people, another spat over something minor, but one wasn’t to be outdone. In the first week of January, he put an advert into a local popular newspaper, saying something similar to:
Leave your old Christmas trees with me for a charity project! Bring your Christmas trees to 45 Smith Drive, Newport*, if I’m not in then leave them on my lawn!
The net results was days worth of Christmas trees being drive-by yeeted into his garden. Said it was the best 50p per word they’d ever spent.
*edit: I’m sorry if you live at 45 Smith Drive in Newport, and I hope the Christmas tree gods are unkind to you!
Story time!
I forget the origin of the beef, but I remember a guy who grew up with another dude who was just a complete tool to my friend. It wasn’t outright bullying, but general arseholery and making his life difficult when it really didn’t need to be.
Anyway, my friend has a long memory and a longer grudge streak. I was finishing college at a time when print media was still king but social media was exploding in popularity.
My friend has decided “fuck this, I’m going to ruin this dude’s life for a bit”. He put an advert in the local paper or freeads (for non UK spuds: the freeads or classifieds is a newspaper-style private advertisements in one place - like a print version of a snapshot of Facebook Marketplace or Vinted for a local area).
Free TV. Call 07000100100 for details.
Anyone to this day knows that anything advertised for free attracts the most annoying, persistent, and unhinged type of people on earth. The freeads was published the following week. I didn’t socialise with the guy on the business end of my friend’s wrath on account of him being a massive cockwomble, but I understand his phone started to go wild with texts and phone calls asking about a free television - bear in mind that cheap consumer TVs weren’t really a thing and a TV purchase was a “buy it for life” thing at the time, so a free TV was just an amazing deal.
It would appear the demand for a free television was too much for the guy. In true mid 2000’s fashion, a social media message went up from the clearly annoyed guy, to the tune of:
Hi all, I’ve started to get loads of prank calls, so I’ve changed my number. It’s 07000200200 now.
With the internet and social interactions online still in the wild west era, this was fairly common. My friend chuckled to himself. The plan worked. Not satisfied with that though, he put another advert in the following week’s freeads:
Free TV. Call 07000200200 for details.
The publication date rolls around a few days later, and tens of thousands of this newspaper gets delivered to stores across the region. Obviously, mere hours after the thin yellow paper booklets are released to the public, the idiot’s phone starts going banzai. Dozens of calls a day from all corners of society, relentlessly asking about collection and delivery of a television at no charge.
The guy was livid.
Livid, but not smart. He had gotten pissed off with the calls, and was unable to stop the barrage of bargain hunters hitting his digits to get a gogglebox gratis. He went back to his phone network operator and makes the appropriate changes. Not one for releasing his number in a private, carefully controlled manner - the gist of the following was posted to social media a few weeks later:
Not sure why I’m getting so many prank calls, and my mobile network are useless. My new number is 07000300300. Let me know if someone asks you for it because I’m getting annoyed.
Most normal folk wouldn’t have risked being burned a third time and released their number in person or by SMS message. That said, I suspect the Venn diagram of twats like this guy who had spent an elder childhood making people’s lives difficult; and those who don’t appreciate the drawbacks of one-to-many communication, aren’t far off a circle.
My friend sees this status update or whatever it was called back then, cuts out the reply slip of the freeads, enclosed his payment, and sends in the following for publication the following week:
Free TV. Call 07000300300 for details. Shout “camel” when I answer so I know you’re genuine.
Hilarity likely ensued. My friend found immense satisfaction that the guy who tried to socially ostracise him and physically manhandle him for “fun” was now getting Guantanamo Bay levels of psychological torture, and 90% of calls that he answered started with someone hollering the name of a type of Saharan quardraped species.
The guy never posted anything after that. Not his new number, not any angry rants, nothing at all.
I respected my pal for that stunt. So much mental torture for so little effort. I lost touch with the friend but I still think of him now and then, and I hope that he still chuckles to himself with that prank under his belt, because I certainly do.
Looks like you tried to do bullet points?
I don’t know, can you??
…and other great 90s teacher questions!
It could be a translation thing. In certain parts of France, “ados” is a bit of a catch-all term for anyone in teenager or young adults years. It’s not strictly defined, but would explain the presence of the word in an English translation.
I suppose the TV licence in the UK is a sort of paywall, even if it is made of swiss cheese and enforced by folk with all the legal standing of Larry the Head Mouser or whatever moggy it is now.
I pay it, but I’m loathed to now. Not because I watch any live TV or BBC programming, but because I use the BBC News site a metric fucktonne and I suppose I justify it to myself as funding the BBC News department rather than Graham Norton’s salary.
Maybe I’ll fuck it off though. I do fancy a letter war with Capita or whoever managed the enforcement these days.
Go somewhere public and call a girl a chick, see what happens 😂
Seriously though, it’s not the word that’s the issue, it’s the labelling of someone based on their gender. I can’t speak for the bottom line as I don’t appear to be a woman, but I’d start getting fucked off if a generic term was used to address me when I had a perfectly good name.
In the UK, an equivalent is “bird”. Equally likely to get you booted in the balls.
I’m guessing you’ve got a study that backs that assertion up as well?
Thank you for your public service announcement!
I know this a gross oversimplification, but:
“Remote working benefit those with a reason to stay home, but doesn’t for those who don’t have a reason to stay home” seems to be the general idea of the headline.
edit: I think this is the study they’re talking about, please double check the source before quoting: https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/36718392/
ain’t no harm skibidi ohio guy, don’t got time fo the low-rizz crowd, no cap
If I could have crowbarred “moist” in there somewhere too, I’d have set the lexical tiktok on fire.
…if there is even one, don’t come at me TNETENNBA fans!
Yeah it’s a shame that Musk is so inextricably linked with the brand. I’m quite sure SpaceX and Tesla are full of top tier talent and engineering wizards… but have a direct link to a toxic cockwomble that bankrolls them. Shame.
I haven’t, no - and you’re probably right, yes.
I worry that if I start playing KSP then my other half and kids won’t see me again for six months because it does sound fucking awesome and highly rewarding.
Nope, I’m a simple man. I play through a couple of Doom WADs each summer in the academic off-season and that’s my gaming appetite satiated.
I’m surprised I strung so many together coherently to be honest!
Speaking as a layman, I just think it’s fuckin’ awesome how a big chonky boi can be propelled upwards at Mach Yeet and get casually dropped off in orbit.
Even though Musk is a cunt, I still love watching SpaceX streams to see big bits of metal get put upwards by lots of fire and noise, and then fuckin’ land where they started seven or eight minutes later.
Science is fuckin mint, man.
I still buy the odd paper if I’m working away from home.
These paywalls or “pay for no tracking” wankers make it easy to decide what papers not to buy.
Not that it really matters a flying fuck when print membership is sinking faster than the Oceangate grain of sub. It’s satisfying though.