I am British and I love this.
I am British and I love this.
You say that because you commit crimes of indecency against confectionary and you like to think of yourself as immune to radicalisation. Don’t kid yourself. Come back to all that is right and good before it’s too late for you.
It’s symptomatic. Symptomatic of the abandonment of all that is proper and decent. Would our great grandparents have eaten candy like this? Would they have celebrated their rebellious ways so boldly? No, they’d have been ashamed. Ashamed of their wicked rule breaking. Rule breaking just for the sake of it. Rule breaking, not for mercy, not in exceptional circumstances, not out of desperation or having no other options, but role breaking just to show off how little respect they have in their hearts.
So yes, yes, people are eating bad candy so incorrectly that you can TELL society is on the point OF COLLAPSE.
This is indicative of a terrible malaise in education, in parenting, in intergenerational transfer of values, in respect and in good manners. No wonder the far right are on the rise, that Naziism is again celebrated. These edgelords will be the first to join the SS, just to shamelessly show off how wicked they are. Have we learned nothing? Are we so quick to repeat history’s darkest mistakes?
But if prices don’t go up, the profits won’t increase! Why doesn’t anybody think of the poor shareholders, trying to barely eke out an income from their holdings?
True. But the word Monad has done more harm to the accessibility, popularity and reputation of pure functional programming than pretty much anything else.
Yeah, I could have said circle rather than curve of constant normal intersection points, but that word is very commonly understood, so it’s not that same as unnecessarily calling something a Monad. Maybe it’s the equivalent of calling it a 2-manifold instead of a wheel.
Perhaps just ditch the generalisation, then, and just call them Result or Maybe. After all, circle is a short word, but we just call them wheels.
Don’t call it a monad, call it a structured data type or something, that’s what it is! Calling it a monad is like saying that you’re using a curve of constant normal intersection point. Why not just say it’s a wheel?
Yes, it’s mathematically true that you’re having a smooth ride precisely because the normals have a constant intersection point, but it’s also true to say that it’s a wheel and it goes round and isn’t bumpy and doesn’t scrape, and people can get a handle on that.
So yeah, use a Result or Option or Maybe structured data type because it keeps explicit track of whether there’s a value or not, and yeah, you can change or combine them and preserve the tracking, but there’s no point calling it a monad unless you’re trying to make people believe that avoiding the $1bn mistake of allowing/using null requires category theory. It doesn’t, it’s just a structured data type. It’s simpler than an array! Stop calling it a monad.
The pedantic nerd in me wants to compare half of the building with the woman, or just the bit right next to the heart to the bit right next to the cabinet.
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In his notes, Roszak wrote that Google’s search advertising “is one of the world’s greatest business models ever created” with economics that only certain “illicit businesses” selling “cigarettes or drugs” “could rival.”
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Beyond likening Google’s search advertising business to illicit drug markets, Roszak’s notes also said that because users got hooked on Google’s search engine, Google was able to “mostly ignore the demand side” of “fundamental laws of economics” and “only focus on the supply side of advertisers, ad formats, and sales.” This was likely the bit that actually interested the DOJ.
This might be the best dog photo I’ve ever seen on the Internet. Thanks for posting.
I’m afraid that Minister for Gender Equality is far, far more likely to be attacked as woke by the right than Minister for Women.
You didn’t scroll as far as the “total earnings in your lifetime” and “total earnings of a doctor in their lifetime”, then, I take it.
I was fired for “fraternisation in the workplace”. Teenage me was caught snogging the boss’s daughter, no less, in the stock area by said boss. Cue “get your hands off my daughter” (he didn’t know we were dating) and a meeting later that day being told much more calmly I was being let go for fraternisation. I said it was unfair because he kissed his wife in front of us the previous week, and he said “not that way,” and he had a point, but it was still obviously unfair.
Anyway, we started deliberately dating in secret instead of her just not really telling him, and when she rang me she always called me Samantha, which I then used to find exciting (Freud eat your heart out).
I’m convinced that she found it exciting to be disobeying her dad, and would complain to me about her dad saying something like “he’s just trying to take advantage of you” and we would reassure each other that I wasn’t but she would be much keener those days, it felt like.
When you’re a teenager and you find a magic button that gets you nice things, you don’t hold back on pressing the button, so if she got a bit unenthusiastic about meeting up, I’d just ring her at home knowing full well that her dad would shout at me if he answered and her mum would quietly also refuse to put me through but tell her to stop me from ringing because it might upset her dad. She’d argue with her parents and get revenge by seeing me and behaving in a manner she new her parents to find improper.
It was really fun while it lasted, but in the end I felt like I shouldn’t have to provoke her dad to get with her and stopped doing it. We drifted apart, I don’t know whether her heart wasn’t in it when she wasn’t cross with her dad or I just started worrying about that too much, but I’m pretty sure her dad had been my unintentional wing man all those months. I really think it’s properly messed up.
She later dated a guy who I think really was trying to take advantage of her. Also messed up.
Anyway, I got a job at the big chain version of his store and of course she and her friends started shopping there, which resulted in more arguments with her dad.
I guess the moral of the story is make sure you’re on good terms with your teenage daughter or she might just go against everything you said just to spite you.
In real life? My mate’s wifi is called “Error 503 Service Unavailable”.
Ah, thank you I needed that laugh. Sometimes things make me snort or chuckle or “ha”, but that was a proper full laugh, thank you.
It’s almost as if “we will quickly win this war with our cunning rapid offensive” keeps turning into “this long and bitter war is costing us deeply”.
At first I read that as an old printer from a school, and thought that was a very weird thing to want, but then I realised you meant a printer that was old school, and it all suddenly made sense to me!