

What about The Daily Show, America’s only source for news. Brought to you by gambling.


What about The Daily Show, America’s only source for news. Brought to you by gambling.


Hey everybody! I’d like you to meet my girlfriend. Isn’t she beautiful? The black powder coat really accents her indicator lights.



Doubt it. I could throw a rock in any direction and probably hit a pickup truck with a couple of those in the center console. That’s just how it is in the rural US.


It’s a type of expanding broadhead. I’m not into bow hunting but I’ve seen other people use them. They’re supposed to penetrate the hide and rib cage and then the blades expand to inflict as much damage as possible. Otherwise you might miss all the vital organs and watch your deer (or other game) high tail it off into the woods, never to be seen again.


Ultimate hot boxing.


Tanks have to be one of the worst possible applications of steam power. Then again, I suppose the high probability of a boiler explosion when it runs out of water in the middle of a battle could be seen as a “feature.”


Mutters quietly on death bed
“…Shellfish…”


I think it was just more that his job was incredibly stressful and unfulfilling and he was sick of it.
Another time he pulled me aside and said something to ge effect of, “you need to get the hell out of here and go make something of yourself. You do NOT want to do this for the rest of your life. Trust me.”
There was plenty of wisdom I ignored during my teen years but I heard that little nugget loud and clear and I actually listened to it.


When I was a kid, my first real job was at a well known big box store. One time a customer stops me and asks where something is in a department that I’m not familiar with. Back then there were no handheld computers for easily searching inventory.
Customer becomes angry when I can’t find what he’s looking for so I call the assistant store manager on duty for help. Manager comes over and the customer proceeds to tell him just exactly how stupid he thinks I am.
The manager – whom I will call “J” – was a miserable, gruff, chain smoking SOB who is like 6 months from the end of his 36 year career. But he stops the customer mid-tirade and says, “Now wait just a minute. We’re happy to help you find what you need but JubilationTCornpone is a fine young man and one of our best associates and I am not going to stand here and listen to you talk about him like that.”
The customer leaves in a huff. “J” looks at me and says, “Just because the ‘customer is always right’ doesn’t mean they get to treat you like shit. He can go to hell. We don’t need his money.”
I never really liked “J” because he was a pain in the ass but he earned my respect for that.
We actually have a “landline” (voip) and I’ve gotten in the habit of giving the number to people when they genuinely need my phone number but I don’t want them calling my cell randomly throughout the day.
It’s also nice to have a phone that is readily available in emergencies. Nothing like frantically searching for your cell phone so you can call poison control.


Past poor decisions have taught me this:
Don’t do anything you’re going to have to lie about. If you do, don’t lie about it. If you do, make it right as soon as possible.
I have plenty of problems in my life but a guilty conscience isn’t one of them.


On December 15, 1953, led by Paul Hahn, the head of American Tobacco, the six major tobacco companies (American Tobacco Co., R. J. Reynolds, Philip Morris, Benson & Hedges, U.S. Tobacco Co., and Brown & Williamson) met with public relations company Hill & Knowlton in New York City to create an advertisement that would assuage the public’s fears and create a false sense of security in order to regain the public’s confidence in the tobacco industry.[12] Hill and Knowlton’s president, John W. Hill, realized that simply denying the health risks would not be enough to convince the public. Instead, a more effective method would be to create a major scientific controversy in which the scientifically established link between smoking tobacco and lung cancer would appear not to be conclusively known.[13]
The tobacco companies fought against the emerging science by producing their own science, which suggested that existing science was incomplete and that the industry was not motivated by self-interest.[11] With the creation of the Tobacco Industry Research Committee, headed by accomplished scientist C.C. Little, the tobacco companies manufactured doubt and turned scientific findings into a topic of debate. The recruitment of credentialed scientists like Little who were skeptics was a crucial aspect of the tobacco companies’ social engineering plan to establish credibility against anti-smoking reports. By amplifying the voices of a few skeptical scientists, the industry created an illusion that the larger scientific community had not reached a conclusive agreement on the link between smoking and cancer.[11]
Internal documents released through whistleblowers and litigation, such as the Tobacco Master Settlement Agreement, reveal that while advertisements like A Frank Statement made tobacco companies appear to be responsible and concerned for the health of their consumers, in reality, they were deceiving the public into believing that smoking did not have health risks. The whole project was aimed at protecting the tobacco companies’ images of glamour and all-American individualism at the cost of the public’s health.[14]


Putting aside all the late stage capitalism going on here, I still can’t get over the fact that Alphabet (Google) spent billions of dollars developing self driving car technology only to arrive at, “Oh shit. Someone left the car door open. What do we do now?”
I used to use our states Farm Bureau Insurance for property and vehicle insurance. They were the most competitive provider around for a long time. Until about five years ago anyways. Now their premiums are a joke and they’re trying to demutualize so they can merge with an out of state competitor because they’re on the verge of financial collapse.
Too many catastrophic wind storms over a short period of time.
Edit: kind of ironic that an organization which spent years denying the existence of climate change and lobbying to prevent legislation to address climate change is now suffering the consequences of climate change.
Eons ago, I had a guy bring me a non functioning Compaq desktop and say, “Wull the fan was makin’ a lotta racket so I greased it.”
What he actually meant was, “I sprayed the entire motherboard with WD-40 because I don’t know shit about computers OR lubricants.”
I gave it a bath in electronics cleaner and it actually fired right up after that.


You forgot the incredibly expensive scam that is American “healthcare”.


Back in the days before cell phones, when landlines were ubiquitous, people in more rural areas had what they called “party lines.” It was a single telephone line shared between multiple houses. You knew which house an incoming call was for based on the ring pattern. Your neighbors could also pick up the receiver, very quietly, and listen in on your phone calls if they wanted too.
Party lines are long gone but Internet communications have their own ways of being “listened in on.” A lot of traffic transmitted over the Internet is encrypted; with TLS for instance. But, some of it isn’t. If you use traditional DNS – UDP over port 53 – everyone in between you and the DNS server can see which websites you’re visiting.
I’m not concerned about my privacy because I have something to hide. I’m concerned about it because my personal business is my business. Not anyone else’s.
You’re not still living high on the hog with your stimulus funds?
/s
When it’s the right tool, it’s incredibly useful. When it’s the wrong tool, and it often is, it racks up tech debt at an incredible rate.
It’s a recurring joke from the show.
Edit: During the “Sports War” segment, they’ll say something like, “…brought to you by gambling. Gambling: because God wants you to do it.”
I just assume they’re mocking the absurd volume of gambling commercials and ads that have proliferated streaming media over the last few years.