Back in my IT support days, IPX routing had a “Count to Infinity” problem when the number of hops between sites went above 15. We used to joke that this made 16 “Infinity”.

Being nerds at the time, we did napkin math to prove the Shakespearian Monkey Quotient was 256cmy (combined monkey years) for “Hamlet”.

It should have been a flying whale.

My wife’s cat* hated me and I didn’t see her for 9 months. She was an indoor cat.

*(We got two rescue cats the day after we moved into our house. It’s not like I butted into a long relationship.)

Oh, some of them need laughed or yelled at, for certain.

I, however, need continued employment.

Poker face.

No matter what I am thinking internally, it does not show externally. Essential skill for customer service.

A Toyota embedded, like a javelin, 6 feet off the ground in the side of an abandoned building.

They made the first 90° turn of a dog-leg, but missed the second and, with the help of a ditch, launched into the air at the building.

So… interfering in an interference case.

I see the raccoon and all I think is this.

People were in an uproar over “indoctrination” by the game. If your child can be convinced to join the army by playing that game… maybe it’s for the best.

Fair point.

Fun game. Love the writing.

All I can here now is the song “Stress” by Jim’s Big Ego.

I’m still hoping for combo planets.

Or just not tell us and surprise us in the middle of a MO.

I had a cat that, for 16 years, would unerringly launch herself onto my groin as I lay in bed. Swapping places with my partner did not help. Only her passing released me.

I applaud your choice of overlord.

This model never came with any.

Thanks

Coworker of mine was handling hardware returns for our main data center. There were two issues with this: It wasn’t his job and he never told anyone about it. Work fired him during his vacation because they saw he wasn’t completing his assignments, but never asked him for reasons.

Six months later, the company got hit with over 200k in service plan renewals for hardware we no longer used.

So I did the tuxedo thing when I left a job. Security wanted photos.

I told security that there are only two ways to leave if you know it’s going to be your last day: Head held high and dressed to the nines, or carried out by as many security guards as possible.

They thanked me for choosing the former.