I think you just outed your alt.

My dad worked incredibly well internally and was essentially the primary coder. Of the 27 patents his company held, my dad did almost all the work for 17 of them. His biggest internal issue was not being able to get rid of old technology, so there were two offices filled with old junk that would keep him from complaining.

As a worker, my dad was not toxic at all, possibly a little quirky. Now as a father… I’d definitely agree with the word “toxic.”

So I’d like to submit a correction to your statement about my dead father: he kind of sucked

“Hey boss, @ebc@lemmy.ca says they don’t like the new telephones? Says they’re made for kids or something.”

@ebc@lemmy.ca: I still don’t know why I was fired… The boss kept telling me to shove the phone system? Maybe they meant push? Was I supposed to work on some branch of the phone system?

That sounds like one of those “okay, I know you want the field there, so it’s mandatory for me to include it, but is it mandatory for your customers to enter values in this field? If your customers can leave the field blank, is that good or bad?”

My father was an incredible genius with a terrible temper. He softened up over time and eventually would talk to clients politely. And then he died. The end.

My dad once called a client stupid for continuing to ask for a feature that made no sense. Technically, he asked “why would you want that? What, are you stupid?”

Then he got chewed out by his boss who told him that clients who ask questions aren’t stupid. My dad told her that the client asked a stupid question. His boss told him that it wasn’t a stupid question, that she thought it was a very good question from an uninformed client. So then my dad called his boss stupid.

Then he got sent to sensitivity training. He completed the mandatory hours, got his certificate, and a letter recognizing his difficulties with reasonable discourse vs arguing and calling people stupid. The instructor recommended that my dad shouldn’t interface directly with any clients anymore. So they made my dad’s younger brother his supervisor since he could translate my dad’s comments and questions into more diplomatic terms.

ETA: this story was from the '80s. He got better over time.

Games aren’t about fun! I don’t appreciate your whimsical attitude, it scares the serious adult in me!

He looked much better after putting on a few pounds and beating the shit out of a blind lawyer

I really don’t care what starts the revolution, but I’d be pleased as punch if history books of the future had to note that gamers ate the first CEO after he shit on their favorite devs

“I hate that thing that you love, so I convinced someone to pay me a million dollars to shit on it for you. ”

And then burn down your attorney’s office. Fuck it, just become an arsonist

Burn the place down

George H.W.'s greatest foe

No, that can’t be it. It must be something much less intuitive.

Marty! It’s your children! The little bastards won’t stop playing Ska-booby toilets!

Consider that the energy output of a 12-gauge shotgun is approximately 4500 Newton-meters and, from personal experience, can rotate a first-gen iPad at an extrapolated 240 rpm (extrapolated as this proved difficult to sustain). That gives us an equivalent of 113 kW! A modern ipad would only need about 13 kW to charge in one second.

So, one shotgun shell could easily charge yours and 7 of your friends ipads instantaneously, although the results are difficult to appreciate.

If you haven’t listened the How Did This Get Made episode about Morbius, you owe it to yourself to do that immediately.

They get into some stories about Jared Leto’s antics on set and trying to do improv and it sounds more like an Ambien-induced dialogue than a description of actual human behavior.

Fuck that, review bomb and refund again!!!

I doubt it would work a second time, but that would be fucking hilarious to watch Sony get slapped twice by their own community.

It would be less funny when the Helldivers II servers suddenly shut down…

That’s the moment where the fighters and the crowd attack and eat the announcer

“Ugh, now they’re both crying…” Covers microphone “Someone hit somebody! God, in my 13 years of UFC announcing, I’ve never been more embarrassed…”