Apr 3
I for some reason have a visceral memory of walking down the street in 2018 and listening to NPR News in my headphones and hearing a story that tumblr banned porn. At the time I was like “sucks for them, I don’t use tumblr.”
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I for some reason have a visceral memory of walking down the street in 2018 and listening to NPR News in my headphones and hearing a story that tumblr banned porn. At the time I was like “sucks for them, I don’t use tumblr.”
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Suddenly reminded of a co-worker from the 90s.
You know those people who are super annoying because they think they know everything? Tony was annoying because he did know everything and a) was super bad at communicating it, and b) expected everyone to know as much as he did.
This was at a help desk. Tony was, in theory, one of the people the new agents could go to for help, but he made the process very unpleasant because he would lecture you on how you should know this already rather than just give you the answer you needed.
Then one day I got a call that made no sense.
This particular desk supported OS/2, which tried to be a competitor to Windows for a while. If you've ever done any IT work for windows, you're familiar with the dreaded blue screen of death. This customer was getting the OS/2 equivalent of that-- more accurately, she was getting a slightly more obscure version of it that I only saw one other time in the four years I supported the project.
I treated it like the standard version and did every kind of diagnostic, which either reported that things were working or had no effect. Finally, I had her read to me the weird hexadecimal dump, which I typed, printed out, and walked over to Tony's desk.
I listed every piece of diagnostic I had done and defiantly thrust the printout of the hex dump. He looks at it for less than a second, and do you know what this motherfuckers says?
"Oh, that."
He proceeds to give me the most absurd piece of diagnostic I have ever heard. (Boot to command line, change the date, boot normally, then change the date back once it's up and running.)
It works. It's the only time in my career I've ever wanted a solution to NOT fix the customer's problem.
The moral of the story is that when you go to a person for advice, and the advice seems stupid, you should remember why you went to them in the first place. In this case, I went to him because he knew more than me, so I needed to do what he said.
Throwback to when I watched Chicago for the first time when I was 15 and heard Mr. Cellophane, and I was like, "Hey, this guy sounds kind of familiar." I look up the cast of Chicago, find John C. Reilly's name by the character "Amos", then I look up the stuff Reilly's in, and I see that he was the titular protagonist in Wreck-it Ralph.
My reaction: "Oh, cool." (beat) "WAIT A DAMN MINUTE, WRECK-IT RALPH CAN SING?!"
I love that fanfiction and writing in general is so freeing and wonderful. Anything is possible simply because we will it into fictional existence. Write what you want to write, take the leap. Case in point:
I was once challenged to write a fanfiction for a Justin Bieber Vampire AU—wherein Justin was not a vampire or the MC, he was just a normal person who was repeatedly mentioned—and I never fully understood why.
I just hope the girl I wrote it for treasured the notebook I wrote it in and then burned it when she hit 18. (I had a lot of spelling errors)
When I was four---I don't think I've told this sorry yet---my dad bought me a bb gun. It was about my size, and the thing was so awkward that he had to flip it around every time to pump it, say less for little me
That experience, and attempts again when I was six, pretty heavily turned me off from learning it
By the time I was told enough to manage it without any trouble(minus the awkward design), I pretty firmly adopted an anti gun policy, and that's one that I've held for all the years sense
And yet today I visited a 40 acre sports club with my Dad, touring its ranges. And dream of a Rough Rider
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I just randomly rememberd that one time in like 2nd grade where I pretendet to have a crush on a guy, because I didn’t know about lesbianism back then and thought it was the „normal“ thing to do
So I just very casualy confessed to him and he said „oh sorry I don’t have a chrush on you“ and I, with the combined power of all my braincells, respondet „yeah and that‘s ok“ …
that was wierdly mature for 6 year old me
I was reminded lately of a great betrayal. Back in school(the olden days) I was excited to get a cheese dog for lunch. Until I received a block of cheese placed inside a hotdog bun. I consider this a top ten betrayal within my life.
