Texas: Hold my beer.

https://www.chron.com/life/wildlife/article/lionfish-texas-gulf-19717247.php

(Also Texas: Have you tried hunting the kudzu from a helicopter using automatic weapons?)

Apple is a strange beast. I was at their space ship HQ getting interviewed, and the guy kept pointing random facts about it. Like, this particular wood was harvested in the winter so that made it better, or that entire segments can be siloed off, or that the full height glass walls of the cafeteria can be opened on pivots, and there was just so much effort in making sure things worked just right.

Meanwhile [this team] had to test software fixes for their product by provisioning ancient Mac mini’s in a closet lab because they wanted to test the “full experience” and so every patch and update they had to do was painful and horribly tested. They all hated each other (which was obvious to me just from my time in their interviews, so it must have gotten really bad during the workday I imagine). Everyone seemed on edge all the time. Even the people in the hallways. But they were all super excited that they could order lattes from the iPads tethered to the break room countertops. And they had an apple orchard I guess. The idea of changing how they do what they do was completely unentertainable.

The whole experience felt surreal, like I had stepped into the world according to The Onion.

I am so sorry. The upside is that this version might actually be so bad you can listen to it ironically.

https://youtu.be/dlvXulwEkqA

You can’t just ruin Oktoberfest like that. You’re a monster.

Whelp, I’m dead. GG hippo.

Or the opposite even! We replaced a mouse’s blood with artificial sweetener and that mouse died of super cancer. Ergo, artificial sweetener will give you super cancer.

Lineeses.

The competition is trash. Other game stores spent their money on enshitification and they’re reaping the rewards of that choice.

Rubber.

I think I know of what you speak. It’s in the center of the metropolitan area, the middle of the city, down a ways from uptown you might say. Huge place. Some kind of manufacturing facility.

Back in 1985 you could get plutonium in any corner drugstore!

drillevator*inator

Looks like that’s a beach towel or a bedsheet maybe

It would very quickly become the de facto property of one or a cadre of billionaires, assuming complete economic and political separation from the U.S.

Well, all the top contenders are being defenestrated, and that evolutionary pressure is creating a new niche that will be filled by some kind of smart, quiet, and patient opportunist. Maybe.

16 Democrats

215 Republicans.

bOtH SiDeS right? Exactly the same right?

“Your bones are wet in you.”

Unpleasant. Mmh. No, no thank you.

They’re paying you to get a job done. They’re paying your manager to manage you, so don’t do that job too unless you’re getting paid for two jobs. If your manager wants to be a dick and micromanage you to death, get a new job.

Which people?

I witnessed this happen. Guy boards a few people after me, looks like he hasn’t slept in a day. Walks miserably to the middle 5-wide row right before mine, moves to the center seat and buries his face in his arms to get a nap, then puts them down in resignation waiting for someone to take all his elbow room.

Every single seat on that plane was full except by some miracle his row. It didn’t even fully register until we were in the air. Dude looked around like he was being pranked the entire time from when the door closed until the tires left the ground. As soon as the seatbelt signs turned off he put up all the arms and laid down across all five seats. He didn’t move until we landed like 12 hours later.