Will prices start going down now?

To be fair, when the poem was written we were getting our asses kicked and survival was not assured.

If you look at the events of the moment, the significant part is the “not getting killed” part.

If things had gone differently, we could all be speaking English today!

I could ask her. She might go for it.

Shit.

Me sitting here still working a day job with my ancient, born-in-1970, worn-out self. Sounds like I should be retired already, if not dead.

They aren’t wrong though. Find yourself an old person. We just want to sit, eat, watch a little TV, and be in bed by 9.

Bonus: some of us know how to fix the shit that falls apart, and many of us even own a house.

Before you get all excited, I’m already taken. Some young thing already got me hitched (she was born in 1971).

If the claim of invention instills a sense of pride that prevents assholes from tearing it down, then keep pushing that story.

I’m in the US, and every time some right wing jackass mentions Canada’s healthcare, they pull a story out of their ass about someone who died waiting for care. Conveniently ignoring the large number of people in the US who die without even considering the possibility of healthcare because they can’t afford it. Left unsaid: “You don’t understand! The person I know who died was white!”

The media should certainly respond to Trump’s bullshit, but the response should be to ignore it and keep asking what his plans are to reduce prices, end inflation, and all the other impossible, contradictory promises he made to get the morons in this country to vote for him.

When I still managed a team, at the beginning of every team meeting, we’d have the Two Minute of Hate. Everyone in the team would be able to complain about whatever was bothering them.

Very often, when the hate was work related, the team would come together to solve the problem. It worked really, really well.

Other managers tended to be very uptight about the idea.

Sometimes the hate would last through most of the meeting.

After some fairly distressing and debilitating hates, I added Eye Bleach permanently to the end of the agenda. It was when people would share something to make everyone feel better. It was usually either cute pet or kid pictures, or happy news or uplifting stories.

I still work there, but I’m not a manager anymore. I’m still strangely part of the management team, but I have no direct reports, and I’m not officially a manager.

I’m not really sure I was really the person they wanted managing people. I suppose it’s not too surprising, but the entire management team seems to think they are what keeps the place working. I always saw management as a necessary evil. My team was what kept things working, not their manager.

I’m descended from an officer killed by the British in the American revolution.

My parents and my brother all voted for Trump.

I think the point is that “rich vs poor” should not be a distinction that matters when considering what resources to expend on the investigation.

If you start from that premise, there’s really no reason to compare what is spent collectively on the murder of wealthy people to what is spent collectively on the murder of poor people.

The comparison itself assumes as given that there is some reason to divide the victims in that way.

According to This, there were 29 murders in New York in October of this year. How many of those got the same treatment?

If only there was some government organization in place that could propose and pass legislation to limit the TSA.

I took Tuesday and Wednesday off.

Aside from voting, I have some other things to do on Tuesday.

Wednesday is reserved for just sitting and staring. Perhaps some rocking back and forth and curling up in the fetal position. I’ll see how it goes.

So, one more item in the “Pro” column for voting against Trump.

Then maybe we can work on fixing the problems here.

Wear gloves when they hand you that guideline because they might be pulling it out of their ass.

I’m tall and long in the torso. The last serious car accident I was in my head bashed against the ceiling in a frightening way. Or, it would have been frightening if I had any memory of it. I had a brush burn on my forehead which could only have happened if my head was pushed way back from hitting the ceiling. Before you ask, I always wear a seatbelt.

Anyway, that’s not why I’m replying. I’m generally ok with car headrests, although I usually have to lean the seat back pretty far to just fit in.

I bought a new office chair. I specifically chose one without a headrest, but it showed up with one anyway. At it’s highest adjustment it sits right between my shoulders.

The world seems designed to fit such a narrow range of people.

I’ve often thought LLMs could replace all of the C-suites and upper and middle management.

Funny how no companies push that as a possibility.

If you find out what happened, let me know, because I think it’s happening to me too.

I had a professor in college that said when an AI problem is solved, it is no longer AI.

Computers do all sorts of things today that 30 years ago were the stuff of science fiction. Back then many of those things were considered to be in the realm of AI. Now they’re just tools we use without thinking about them.

I’m sitting here using gesture typing on my phone to enter these words. The computer is analyzing my motions and predicting what words I want to type based on a statistical likelihood of what comes next from the group of possible words that my gesture could be. This would have been the realm of AI once, but now it’s just the keyboard app on my phone.

Many, many years ago, the hospital where I work had a medical transcription company to transcribe dictated radiology results.

At the time, users would access the server via DEC terminals or a terminal application on their computer.

One radiologist set up a script in the terminal application to sign off all his reports with one click. Another radiologist liked it so the first let the second copy it.

Later, the second radiologist opened a ticket with IT because all his reports were being signed by the first radiologist. Yeah, because he didn’t update the script to change the username and password being used to sign the reports.

That’s an amusing anecdote, but the terror comes from the fact that NEITHER RADIOLOGIST WAS READING THEIR REPORTS. BEFORE SIGNING THEM.

The reason they are supposed to sign the report is to confirm that they reviewed the work of the transcriptionist and verified that the report was correct.

No matter what the tool is, doctors will assume the results are correct and sign off on them without checking.

The Trumpublicans in the U.S. have access to independent reporting, yet they choose instead to limit themselves to lies that make them feel like they’re better than everyone else.