That’s fucked up… (I wonder how much money I can get for my meat)
That’s fucked up… (I wonder how much money I can get for my meat)
A significantly larger chunk of my taxes are being used to subsidize military killing machines for wars outside my country. I got complaints, but a library ain’t one.
In my first CS class, the professor announced an extra credit project due at the end of the semester. It was to create a formatted terminal calendar given a year from user input. I finished it after learning about condition but before I learned about classes… or functions… or loops… or searching the internet… partially. I searched how leap years worked, but didn’t bother to search for code (Stack Overflow didn’t exist yet)
Anyway, long ass program with each month hard-coded with 7 possible calendars for each month depending on the first day of the week. Lots of copy and paste. Professor was speechless, but accepted it.
Spouse at 7:00 AM: “Why do only some of the house lights work and there’s no hot water?”
Me: “You know that quick fix I was working on last night. Well, umm, one thing led to another aaaand… Umm… Just so you know, your phone is using mobile data because the wifi is out.”