Absolutely. Chris Brown is a prime example. I quite like some of his collab tunes, but I absolutely refuse to give any money - a percentage or not - to that wifebeating spunktrumpet.
In fact, the fact that I’m actively screwing him out of money makes me enjoy the song more.
Tell you what I haven’t heard for a while, is jokes about Wayne Rooney’s preferred age bracket of bedroom companions.
I think it’s just a three or four hour entertainment show with a bit of American football thrown in every now and then.
Great if you want to see a concert on a field in the middle of a sports game I suppose.
I struggle with cricket.
Great sport, cracking late drama, and I really enjoy an afternoon out fielding and seeing what the batsman comes up with next…
…but TV coverage is just mindbogglingly boring now, even with the integration of interpolated camera angles and live stats and all the bells and whistles that come with modern coverage. At least it is for the British game - I would suggest that if you look east to the IPL or even to the T20 game, there’s a lot more fun and games at play.
Test cricket seems to be born for radio though, there’s something quite relaxing about having a cricket game on Radio 5 in the garage or the workplace.
I fucking love AI.
I’ll qualify that with a small personal story on it: I have a colleague in a nearby office the other side of the city, who steps into supervise his team when the actual manager isn’t there. Nice bloke, not much banter, but pleasant enough.
You can fucking guarantee though that when a division-wide email has gone out, or a change of plan comes in… he’s right on the phone to me asking what to do.
The first few times it was cute. A guy must really love his job or hate himself to go into junior management, so walking him through routine tasks he may not have been exposed to may be beneficial to him in the long run.
The problem is, it’s near constant. Every single time something changes, he calls - not for advice, not for opinion, but “can you do this for my team too?”. What really pulls a hair out of my arse is that there’s a 50/50 chance of it being something I’ve already showed him. I’ve spoken to his actual manager at exasperated length but it’s just a can kicked down the road with a “well he’s still learning, isn’t he?”
I suppose he is, and I’m no teacher. When he phones now, I just tell him “mate our org has access to that fancy new Microsoft Copilot, it’s fuckin’ mint bro, solves all your problems”, knowing fine well the disaster that’s about to happen - partly to expose him to new technologies, but mainly to be a smug cunt.
Invariably, he gets solutions that don’t quite work, or ideas that don’t quite fit the brief… and it’s satisfying as fuck getting the follow-up call and saying “sorry bruv, Copilot is smarter than me, which isn’t hard” or “nah sorry dude, it gives you a personalised response so that’ll be outside of my domain, making my suggestions worthless”.
Fucking love it. It has reduced my workload immensely.
I’ve been threatening to do this for years. Irregular hours have meant that I’ve skipped this idea, and rugby. I guess I’d love to go just for the workout and for the extra circle of friends, but I don’t want to be wasting folks time when I’m not going to be able to make games consistently.
I enjoyed playing roller hockey when I was younger and I know getting the skates back on after thirty years will be a challenge, maybe I’ll give this a go again.
Out of curiosity, were you on the hook for the entire cost? As it, was any of it covered by insurance?
It doesn’t sound like much fun at all.
Tinnyday. Comes before or after Wednesday depending on daylight savings, encourages a beer or a wine (or whatever beverage of your choosing) to relax. Business hours the following day do not start until 10am.
Delivery fees from online retailers are ineligible to charge delivery fees, local food orders must include a free canned beverage, people working in entertainment venues get double time.
The HAMBOTVER of the 2000s!
A bit of both for me. Whenever I dropped a bollock in work or whereever, my head used to go down and I’d be waiting for the hairdryer treatment like I was waiting outside the headmaster’s office.
Now, if some cockwomble decides to mass-email someone with a passive aggressive email about “could the person who…” and it’s quite clearly my mistake, I take great pleasure in absolutely owning it, smashing that reply-all button, and explaining in painful detail how yes it was my fuck up; yes I did do it with good intentions but hey things go sideways sometimes; and yes abso-fucking-lutely thank you for your shitty email that has had all the effect of a silent fart.
I think the best part of adulting is that you can make no mistakes and still lose (yeah Picard boiiii), and realising that nobody’s going to care about it in a week’s time.
Awesome. I am - at best, out of the loop in entertainment news: and at worst, culturally retarded - so I was sat at LCY with a colleague and he was pointing out famous chefs, golfers, public figures every five minutes.
I was still trying to figure out how anyone affords either to eat or drink at the airport without being on business expenses.
For celeb-spotting and transit links: London City Airport. It’s nice being able to check your bags and fuck off into Stratford for a few hours. It’s super expensive though.
For a chill experience: London Southend Airport. Not in London, but loads of seating, decent views across the tarmac, and loooaaads of room.
For getting lost: Washington Dulles. Christ that place was designed by Stevie Wonder in a house fire. The sheer number of destinations is wonderous though fair play, a great place to feel like a tiny cog in a huge machine.
Edinburgh is a banger. Great support for families, spacious, and generally chill - decent transport links too.
The departures lounge is starting to sprawl with retail now though, but can’t have everything I suppose.
Doesn’t matter which of the home nations you follow, that is two and a bit minutes of pure inspiration.
Yeah I’ve still got my headsets from boxes with Skype For Business branding that have “Compatible with Microsoft Lync” stickers on them.
It’s probably closer in UI to Skype from the 2000s that the “real” Skype never really recaptured. Not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
My org used Skype For Business and it worked remarkably well. Much more lightweight, though somehow still a little less responsive than it should have been.
It has that “it just works” factor for video calling, whereas Teams almost needs a fucking checklist to rattle through if someone’s audio or video feed isn’t working.
I’m not sure if you’re taking the piss or not but I’m going to choose to believe you’re asking in good faith!
The code just feels… messy, unfamiliar, almost chaotic - but the semicolons and curly brackets in a neat little row, formatted in a satisfying way, is like an island of calm and order in the middle of a formatting clusterfuck.
A moment of serenity in the middle of a riot, one may think.
I hate it with every fibre of my being but also secretly calmed by that column of statement terminators and brackets.
It’s like the code representation of the Vancouver riots kiss photo.
Here to represent Summit.
Positive development cycle, nice dev, and decent features on Android.
That would be lovely 😊 buuuut I certainly wouldn’t trust us from the EU perspective.
The UK has it’s “special relationship” with the United States; it’s frequently touting it’s past history with the US; and now suddenly it wants to access a EU defence programme through cash money?
If I were any one of the EU members, I’d be like “nah fella I don’t think so, stop hanging round with your tosser mate and maybe we’ll think about it”