At least there is a certain biological limit.

Unless he died years ago and has already been replaced with a younger double. I want this to be a joke but I don’t see why they couldn’t do that. The media and the Democrats wouldn’t call them out on this even if it were obvious.

You just sit on limes.

Sit-truss.

He would take calls and engage with his audience directly.

Lol very rarely did he do this. His show (which I unfortunately had to listen to a lot because of various right-wing bosses I worked for) was 99% just him talking and talking and talking. Taking calls led to the very slight possibility of his having to argue against people who disagreed with him, something he was terrible at. On his TV show, in fact, he once famously had the entire audience cleared out because a small number of people had shown up to heckle him.

Maybe if Obama had done something about Russian election interference on behalf of trump in 2016, we wouldn’t be in this mess.

Hell yes, TIM was my second-favorite game of all time. Lemmings is really the best, though.

the priest/ monk class in the middle-ages

Lol as if those motherfuckers were celibate.

Hideous. Look at those fucking loose cables.

Try Lemmings while there’s still hardware around that can run it.

US mortgages are almost always fixed-rate

A lot of them are variable-rate which is just insane. You’re allowing your mortgage lender to charge you whatever interest rate they feel like charging, with your only out being the hassle of refinancing.

I just read that book. God damn is Zuck a wanker. On the other hand, the author was just nuts for ever thinking Faceblerk was anything other than what it is.

I used to live in Louisiana and I drove there for three years with an expired out of state license plate and no insurance. Finally got pulled over, told the cops I just forgot about that stuff, and got off with a $125 ticket. If I’d had a bit more melanin I’d still be in Angola prison today.

I started using VB to create a music composition app that used MIDI functions to generate the notes. This was very easy to do, but when I started writing my own software synthesis routines, Visual Basic was much too slow to be viable. So I started learning C. I thought creating a Windows application in C would be generally just as simple and easy as visual basic but holy shit was that ever wrong. I ended up doing the computationally-intensive stuff in C and compiling it into a DLL that I accessed from a VB front end. Really the best of both worlds.

Constantly switching between Visual Basic and C was quite the mindfuck, though. Thank god C# came along eventually.

I started professional programming with VB3 in 1995. Just in terms of the ability to create Windows applications, it was light years beyond anything else – even if it didn’t even have custom classes at that point. Maybe Delphi was close.

My favorite thing from the past was TurboBasic. Variable names could be any length BUT: the compiler only looked at the first two letters of the variable and wasn’t case-sensitive. So variables NAME_COUNT and NauticalDistance were actually the same fucking variable. Good times debugging that kind of shit.

I just caught the tail end of the punch card world as a kid in the late '70s. You really had to get your shit right the first time.

I traveled to India in the early '90s and encountered a small software shop that had five programmers and one PC. They wrote all their code with pencil and paper and then took turns typing it into the PC and running it. With the exchange rate at 35 Rs to the dollar I’m surprised they could even afford the one PC.

Right, it’s also the cost of tattoos.

I was doing my taxes one night on April 15th and while looking for my W2s I found a bag of weed that I had misplaced weeks before. I hadn’t smoked since I had lost it so I naturally toked up and completed my tax form (thank god for the 1040-EZ form). Then I drove to a post office that was open until midnight and had a drive-thru lane to accommodate us tax procrastinators. Then I drove through the drive-thru lane twice, each time giving the dude collecting envelopes a “what the fuck are you looking at?” scowl before realizing too late that he had a legitimate reason for looking at me. I managed to hand him my return on the third trip through the line and he just laughed.

“What do you want to do when you grow up, Ricky?”
“React to the Danny Carey live Pneuma drumming video.”

You didn’t grow up in the Boston area, did you? Born around 1981?