Dear friend of mine narrowly avoided being victimized this weekend in a manner so unlikely that I would have bet a finger it’d never happen.
To those of my gender who pull shit like this: Die in a goddamn fire, you fucked up rapist cowards.
Now in an argument over whether we should be transmitting data via 1970s-style flat files. Few months back, we had to fight to avoid writing web services in C++. Last week, I heard "...or you'll work through Thanksgiving".
Not sure what I"m doing here.