Pfft. Amateur

Pfft. Amateur

Well, that  Hackerman lad means well, but he’s never going to get chicks or receive a government grant with that sort of approach. His sweet style is likely to be irresistible to hot babes, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that “hacking time” isn’t really where the action is in computer science these days. Mass erasing Twitter postings that don’t conform to this afternoon’s social justice opinions is where the smart money is being spent. That, and selling electric cars at a $10,000 loss per car and making it up on volume.

Anyway, the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys doesn’t write checks with our ass that our mouth can’t cash. Wait, that sounded bad. We don’t walk the talk until we’ve stolen another man’s moccasins. Hmm. That didn’t sound quite right, either. Anyway, we’re willing to post our scientistic research papers online for peer review. Unfortunately, peers are very hard to find in our niche, mostly because we’re so awesome. Among ourselves, we refer to peer review as: letting the pets up on the furniture. If you’re interested, you can read our treatise on Deconstructing SCSI Disks. It’s a grabber.

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Welcome To the MMA Rodeo

Welcome To the MMA Rodeo

When I was a little kid, all the old men sat on the lawn on Sunday on those lawn chairs with the fiberglass straps, drank beer from steel cans, and talked about the most popular sports in the country. They never talked about pro football, basketball, soccer, or golf. They talked about boxing, horse racing, college football, and hockey.

The popularity of sports waxes and wanes. When Bill Russell won all those titles with the Celtics, the Boston Garden was empty half the time. The boxing matches sold out, though. Hell. the wrestling matches were sold out. Ted Williams played his last game at Fenway in front of thousands of fans disguised as seats. I can guarantee that ESPN will look very different in 2025 than it did in 2015. If it’s still on TV.

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Still Better Than United

Still Better Than United

People seem to have a lot of trouble on airlines these days. I don’t get it.

I think problems mostly arise because travelers have an outdated version of what it means to travel by airplane. Americans are especially prone to misapprehensions about flying from here to there. I think it’s because they’ve seen too many Doris Day movies where the svelte stewardess, wearing a pillbox hat, pumps, and a matching Jackie O skirt and tunic mixes you a gin and tonic while you pick out your meal from a giant restaurant menu. It hasn’t been like that for fifty years or more, but we can’t get it out of our heads.

Even before the airport experience morphed into a pantomime of an arrest, complete with cavity searches for grandmas and toddlers alike, flying was still pretty inelegant, if you ask me. I flew in Europe a couple of times, and all the stewardesses looked like sexy Bond villains, but the planes sounded like they were built in the Soviet bloc, and there were too many bolts showing inside the cabin for my taste. In America, the planes were better, but even the hot stewardesses looked more like Rose Marie than Honor Blackman.

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