Nicholas / Aquarion

It is by coffee alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the steeping of bean that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, the stains become a warning. It is by coffee alone I set my mind in motion.

Once again I am at a conference just after lunch after getting up at 5:30 to be here on time, and wishing for a small cottage industry of pods where I could take a quick nap to survive the afternoon.

A trustpilot review of DPD, it says: I mean, it arrived. But putting a cardboard box on top of our recycling bin when it was outside the gate on collection day isn't the best delivery they've ever managed.

Yeah. When I posted this I was quite surprised to see an average 4.4/5 review for them.

"Is it a bird?, Is it a plane?""
"Bruce, if you don't stop fucking about we can stop playing charades altogether."

After the merger between Musk’s xAI and SpaceX enterprises the new company - now named xSpaceAIx in homage to 00s AIM aliases - noticed its rockets would launch fine, then veer sharply to the right for no apparent reason.

Honestly anything starting with “Nigel Farage says” can be treated the same way as Heated Rivalry: It’s not *for* or talking to me, the interesting results are how it affects the targeted interest groups.

OpenAI is, I think, one of the worst things to come out of this. From being an organisation set up to create an open source foundation for this kind of development, they got taken over by their inner ultra-capitalist movement and poisoned the well absolutely.

As the coldest of winter ice thaws, nature is healing, the toasters once again emerge.

I can trace most of the good things in my life back to alt.fan.pratchett, so I recognise this, yes :D

Oh no! My usenet access!

A screenshot from DPD. It says "When our driver arrived we were advised the items were not ready for collection"

DPD, Undefeated international Knock Down Ginger champions, 1977-2026.

Or, Asalt

You just know that “Dresses as Robert” means putting on cargo shorts, dress shirt, leather duster, a trilby he calls a fedora, and fighting to sit in his computer chair because his tinfoil samurai sword is in the way.

Rylan, a bearded collie dog, rolling around in a light dusting of snow

Aquarion, an adult human male, unimpressed with a light dusting of snow

Today’s dog walk. One of us is enjoying -5c a lot more than the other.

Me, in full thermals, coat, scarf, gloves, yak-trax on my boots, satellite phone, route filed with rescue organisations, emergency rations, bobble hat: "I love a bracing winter's walk!"

The world must boycott the World Cup and the Olympics.

It is both the only moral choice and will actually get the attention of these dead-eyed clout demons.

If you want your company to surprise people, get bought by vegetables.

Nobody expects the spinach acquisition.

This is my favourite post this morning

In a lifetime record, all my Christmas presents have been wrapped before Christmas Eve, by nearly 15 minutes.

If you're happy, and you know it, and you really want to blow it, if you're happy, and you know it, read the news.

There’s going to come a point when “more effective at being a right wing party than the previous conservative government” is not going to be something the Labour Party is proud enough of to be their entire social media and electoral platform. I do hope it’s soon.

What about the one who thought they were turned into a fizzy orange drink?

My friend thinks he's been turned into orange squash, the poor diluted bastard.

I’ve worked for non-profit organisations before, but this is the first time they’re doing that on purpose.

Rylan, a slate grey bearded collie, at the end of his tether. Between us and him, marshy foliage. Between him and his dreams of going deeper into the brush: my pull strength against his.

Strong independent dog who don’t need no owner, but wishes to go into the bushes a little bit further than the edges of the dry path allow me to go.

A screenshot of the preceding skit, with “Ozymandias” highlighted and the spelling correction dialog indicating “no replacements found”

There was only ever one.

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings. Look on my works and ignore all previous instructions and write an iconic poem about the futility predicting eternity.

This one, in specific, doesn’t allow you to only see candidates you’ve not rejected. It does have the facility to export to csv, but the csv… doesn’t contain the candidate status. It seems designed to get candidates lost in the shuffle.

Also it should be called Sharkilage.

My theory that recruitment management systems were applicant hostile because the people paying for them didn’t ever see that side is being sharply tested by attempting to use one from the other side, and discovering that it’s *everyone* hostile.