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It's funny how soon they realize they want a good one.

Statue of Motörhead's Lemmy Kilmister to be erected....

He wouldn't have had it any other way.

I use a car analogy for these situations: You need a mechanic (IT professional.) I'm an engineer (coder.) They're both technically demanding jobs, but they use very different skillsets: IT pros, like mechanics, have to think laterally across a wide array of technology to pinpoint and solve vague problems, and they are very good at it because they do it often.

Software engineers are more like the guy that designed one part of the transmission on one very specific make of car. Can they solve the same problems as IT pros? Sure! But it'll take them longer and the solution might be a little weird.

Sometimes, very rarely, I tell my squad that today's our unlucky day and we're actually going to have to do math to the problem.

Oh hey, it's a list of everything I've been ranting about for the past three years.

The horny brig? You mean the room Riker insists is just his satellite office?

I agree. And even ignoring how abhorrent it is, imagine how much money they've spent trying to kill this guy.

I have no idea what year it happened, but my parents and I were driving from church (evening service) to a restaurant and a dark shadow appeared on the moon. This would have been late 80s / early 90s in the mountain west, USA, around 8PM. It kind of looked like it was cracking apart at the bottom. It stayed that way for a few minutes, so theoretically longer than something like a branch hanging over the road. It didn't move at all. It was just there suddenly. Everyone in the car saw it, and the people we met at the restaurant saw it too. I've never seen anything like it since.

I'm guessing something in space cast a shadow on it? This was before phone cameras so no evidence exists other than a weird memory.

I had kind of a similar experience a while ago. My parents moved a couple times after I went to college but kept a lot of the furniture between moves. I visited one xmas and slept in my childhood bed, next to my childhood dresser in a completely different house, on a completely different side of the country. A lot of the same chairs were there in the living room. For a variety of reasons I don't tell my parents much about my private life. Most of the conversations picked up from around when I was a teenager.

It felt like everyone but me wanted me to feel like I was right back at home and nothing was different. We'd pressed rewind for more than a decade and should be able to pick up right where we left off. I wasn't the weird, deeply depressed and anxious person I'd become; I was supposed to still be the awkward, slightly hopeful teenager. And I could not connect in any way. Being surrounded by just enough of the artifacts from my childhood only made it weirder. Things are better now for all of us, but I still have dreams about it. They're not exactly nightmares, but I'm rarely happy when I wake up.

I actually went and talked to her before I started because I knew that was how it'd end up going.

The snowblower froze up (specifically the mechanism that turns the spout) so I had to drag it into the house to warm it up. The plug cap on my headbolt heater also froze solid. I couldn't bring the car into the house to warm it up because, among other things, I already had the snowblower in there. I spent 20 minutes with a heat gun prying it off instead.

Aside from that it was a normal weekend.

"Who's the guy in the back with the captain's insignia and the log?" "We call him the Log Captain."

Yep, me too. It's an awful movie in so many confusing ways but I love it so much. Also the guys are on fire throughout.

Sex is great but have you ever tried having a captive audience for every awful joke you can think of?

Yep! Harry Potter doesn't teach you how to be a wizard, but Tiffany Aching teaches you how to be a witch.

"Number One, how did you find my Scrooge performance?"

"Grouchy, sir. Definitely grouchy."

"Not.... curmudgeonly?"

"Definitely whatever that is. And mean, smelly, and ugly too."

".............."

That keyboard solo in the middle.

Two ways to find out!

RPN Gang unite!

It's been ages, but we'd done rough calculations for the three controls so we roughly knew what we needed. Our teacher was big on manually tuning instead of just using formulas since he thought just running numbers "lacked artfulness."

So we grabbed a point and started searching around manually. I think we were just tuning the derivative portion at that point, trying to get a fast response without the system without it going chaotic and noisy.