Love Fake

Dad is losing his job after 40 years right before retirement.

Unlike a what of you fools think, no company loves you. None. Zero. It cannot happen. It’s a fantasy, and a stupid one at that. Why it’s such a common one is that I guess people want to believe that the world is a better place than it in fact is. The reality, though, is that a company will throw you in the trash the very second that it benefits them.

It’s better to live with that truth than get blindsided by what should have been obvious all along.

Punch

This office computer from the early 1960s.

That ain’t no computer, bro. That’s just a dumb one-way data entry system that wrote to tape. It was at least an advance over punch cards, but also fantastically expensive. I agree with a commenter that it’s a Data Action product, but photos of those have been lost to history so I have no idea the model.

Knowing roughly when this product was released and judging by the hairstyle, clothes and other hints, this promo photo would’ve been taken somewhere between 1967-1970.

Infiltrated

There are a lot of these types in my field now:

I do think the commenter is exactly right about how we get so many people ill-suited for IT — all they experience is some IT person coming to their desk, clicking on something they could have clicked on themselves (if they had known what to click) and then assume that’s the entire job. In reality that’s about 0.1% of the job. However, they never see all the other background tasks that’s not that single click.

So they get some certs and enter the IT field. The certs aren’t enough and they are truly incapable doing the work but get hired somewhere anyway. They end up repeating the same year of experience 10 years in a row and never progress. Then they wonder why they are passed up for promotion. But it’s no mystery; our field is full of these people who should’ve never gotten into it because they simply have no talent for IT and couldn’t troubleshoot their way out of a tissue paper box with a plasma torch.

This field does indeed pay well but only if you can get past the tier the folks I’m talking about above inevitably get stuck at.

This is also in large part explanatory regarding the lack of troubleshooting skills in those 35 and under.

Imp Awesible

Just knocked out another “impossible” celebrity workout. Also managed to do 140 pushups across three sets. It’s been quite a while since I could do that many.

Feels pretty good. I’ll keep doing my “impossible” workouts while all y’all tell me it cannot be done.

Amping

Being an ugly woman is exhausting.

I’ve dated women most people considered ugly and been very happy with the relationships. Personality goes a long way. So do shared interests. For women, appearance-wise most men care that you’re not obese more than looks. (And trust me on this — most men will never tell you. I will and in fact am.) You can amp your looks greatly in most men’s eyes by maintaining a normal BMI. (That she said she lacks curves implies she is already likely slim, though.)

And some men like big noses. I know because I am one of them! And some men also like fairly masculine women. Again, I am also one who does.

This sounds to me more like depression or perhaps just hanging with the wrong crowd or some combination of both; some people enjoy going out of their way to tell you how terrible and unattractive you are. I know that very well indeed because I grew up in North Florida.

Move on, hang in a better crowd and find someone who likes the you that is you — but there is also nothing wrong with tweaking your looks within reason to get the results you want.

Landed

Anytime I see “BLM,” I still think “Bureau of Land Management” and then I start wondering why the BLM is taking it to the streets and setting shit on fire.

And then I realize it’s not that BLM.

On Repeat

When you look around at average Americans, bloated, unhealthy, incurious, and incapable of walking across a parking lot without chugging harder than the 3:10 to Yuma, you almost feel like a different species comparatively. Blame it on capitalism, call it a choice, ascribe it to mind control rays emanating from Area 51 — but none of that makes it any better.

Do I think I am superior to most of them? Yes, yes, I do. Deal with it fuckos.