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Japanese cars are superior to American cars

I had a high school friend who went on to become an engineer at General Motors. One of his first projects for them was tearing down an Infiniti and a Lexus when those cars first came on the market. He said that at the time, GM cars typically had between 300 and 400 production defects of varying severity. When they took apart the Infiniti, they found 2 production defects; when they took apart the Lexus, they found 0.

Jesus is anti-authoritarian first and foremost

I mean, he did exhort his followers to sell their shirts and buy swords!

you will be limited by the gasses in the atmosphere

Lol if you're going to abandon the round earth theory, you might as well dump the concept of an atmosphere, too.

Any nation on Earth, if they had nuclear weapons, could put them in shipping containers and mail them to any target they wanted.

Perhaps he's lazily hiding some of his assets in plain and obvious ways to throw the courts off the scent of stuff he's shielding more effectively and discretely.

It's worth mentioning that Joe Pesci did SNL the following week and said "I would have gave [sic] her such a smack. I would've grabbed her by her ... eyebrows." AFAIK he has never apologized for this.

I always thought Trump could curtail democratic elections without the excuse of war ... by relying on a convenient terrorist attack instead.

I dunno, maybe Nugent did it, too. He's not exactly an original.

even countertop variants

Good thing countertops have no use in a kitchen!

FWIW classic rock often wasn't just about sex - it was about sex with 14-year-old girls. And often the same 14-year-old girl.

Nothing, however, can possibly top Steven Tyler of Aerosmith becoming the legal guardian of the underage girl he was fucking so he could bring her on tour with him.

The flavor, called Screamin’ Freedom, tasted like hard candies dissolved in water

This is ridiculous. Room-temperature energy drinks are supposed to taste like cough syrup.

He knew the secrets: blame your tools and be the same religion as your bosses. He was also, to his credit, a fantastic softball player, which helped the company team win the championship every year.

I will never get over those NK officers' hats. They're like codpieces for the head.

One word: mortars.

Yeah, seven creams at least!

And this wasn't even his biggest disaster as long as you don't count the potential for death. The baseball-throwing gig was just him and his manager; for his next project he led a team of five developers that turned three months into three years and never produced working software. The only revenue it ever produced was an initial $50K from the client that was later refunded to preempt a lawsuit. For the project he chose Ruby-on-Rails despite the fact that neither he nor anybody else on the team - nor anybody else in the entire state for that matter - had any experience with RoR. I have to give him credit, though: he was a true Renaissance Man in the sense that he could fuck up a project in any language or platform.

We got hired by a company that was developing a remote-controlled baseball launching machine. The machine itself was just the standard two spinning wheels (although the max rotational speed of 125 mph was a lot for this sort of thing), but it could also pivot 360 degrees and also angle itself between straight up and 45 degrees down towards the ground, so it was capable of simulating any hit ball in baseball. The idea was that you would put this machine at home plate and then the coach could walk out among the players and use the remote (which was a Windows Mobile PDA) to generate any kind of hit, like a grounder to short or a pop fly to right field etc. Because the wheels could be independently controlled, you could put any kind of spin you wanted on a ball by having one wheel spinning faster than the other.

Really a cool device and a cool project, but my coworker who got the gig was a remarkably terrible programmer who spent more than a year fucking things up in various ways. At one point, for example, he spent three months trying to develop a Physics engine to control where the ball went, despite the fact that a) he knew nothing about Physics, and b) the Physics of a spinning baseball is actually incredibly complicated and well beyond the processing power of a PDA circa 2005. Not to mention that the balls used varied tremendously in how old and scuffed up they were, which would have defeated any attempt to calculate where they were going with any kind of real precision.

Despite being well over budget and past the original schedule, he had things sort of working (sometimes) and the client asked him to produce a variant of the software that would let the machine be used by Little League coaches. My coworker in addition to writing the version to scale back the speeds appropriately, also decided to completely change the API that was used to communicate with the machine. Previously, the speeds had been specified by short integer values between 0 and 32768, but he decided it would be better to use floating-point values between 0 and 1. All well and good, except his way of dealing with the huge amount of compiler errors this generated was to cast all the hard-coded short int values as floats and clamp the result between 0.0 and 1.0.

As bad as this was, he also decided to test this version - for the first time - on a field with actual Little Leaguers (in his defense - but only slightly - we rarely had access to the actual machine itself, so proper testing was always difficult). The coach sent the command for a slow grounder to the shortstop. This should have produced a horizontal ball with about a 30 mph speed on the bottom wheel and 35 mph on the top wheel to give it some topspin. Instead, his hard-code int values were about 10000 and 12000, which got cast and clamped to 1.0 by the API call - in other words, maximum speed (125 mph) on both wheels. This ejected a ball with no spin going 125 mph, the most deadly knuckleball in human history (human pitchers throw knucklers at maybe 50 mph and they're nearly impossible to hit or even catch). At least he had the angle and azimuth "right" so this was fired straight at the shortstop! Had it hit him, the kid for sure would have badly concussed and very possibly killed, but fortunately it sailed just over his head.

This was my entire 25-year career. No way in hell would I want to watch a show like that.

Although if there were a show based on my career, I'm sure the highest ratings would be the show where my coworker fires a 125 mph knuckle ball a foot above a 10-year-old kid's head. It was the only time in my career when I had to physically intervene to prevent a fistfight between my boss and the client.

Being single and childless is the best decision I ever made in life.

I am single and childless. A few years ago I started driving a school bus - it has made me simultaneously regret never having kids and thrilled to the fucking core that I never had kids.

Castlemates.