Imagine tanks full of highly volatile combustible fluids on fire in the middle of the ocean 🫨

No; I am the evil clone.

I interviewed a candidate this morning and kept a running gag going through the whole hour. Both he and my shadow interviewer seemed to appreciate my attempt to keep the process light-hearted.

Why stop there? Anyone that requires any help of any kind from any other person should be immediately executed. We’re rugged individualists, not a bunch of socialist pussies!

Well if there’s a baseball cap and bowling shoes and tennis bracelets then there’s surely some sort of attire unique to that activity

Why? It works as a corollary - there’s no logic involved in any of the stages described.

If they’re gullible enough to be suckered into it, they can similarly be suckered out of it - but clearly the effect would not be permanent.

Why weren’t you wearing a disc golf cap?

Moral of the story: don’t fuck your dolls.

That AI most definitely did not replicate Doom. It was a mess.

No way, man. If that cat wants food, it’s gotta at least pay the cat tax and let me gaze upon it.

Don’t be sorry, it’s true.

Good for them. I still can’t fit in their 30" pitch seats.

OMG that EAR!!!

At least Michelle didn’t look like Withers with a wig.

Bet you feel like an idiot now!

You mean the agony of deciding which one to dig out of my bin of PS/2 keyboards?

Sounds groundbreaking for 1997.

T passed away at home from aggressive cancer just over seven years ago. It was clear it was her last day and I sat beside her until she finally passed that night.

I know this isn’t exactly part of the exercise, but: Wasn’t so fortunate with N three years later, who was clearly in pain after a rapid decline following a good 20+ year run. It was the height of the pandemic, so I couldn’t stay with him, having to drop him off at the vet to end his pain. It was consoling to know that he was in good hands with people who truly cared during his final moments, but it was heart-wrenching all the same. The blow was softened by being able to mentally prepare for it while watching his slow decline over a year or two, in stark contrast to T’s very sudden 3-week period of dismay.

So basically exactly the same as my basement