This perfectly describes my social life.
I just got a recall notice for the passenger airbag in my car. This feels a bit familiar because I got one a couple years ago. I thought it might be an error until I read the defect description:
"The subject vehicles were repaired under a prior recall by replacing the front passenger airbag assembly or airbag inflator. If this airbag deploys, there is a possibility that it could be damaged."
Recall on the recall. I wonder if they'll do it right this time.
we're paid to be slaves
One of my coworker's favorite rants is about how calculators aren't allowed in math tests. He says it's stupid because we're allowed to use calculators in real life, so the test isn't measuring practical skills. I've tried to tell him that math tests are about measuring understanding in the fundamentals rather than practical skill but he doesn't get it.
I'm sorry, but if high school calc was just a seminar in using the mathematica derivative and integrate functions then I wouldn't have survived the college courses where calculators aren't very useful anyway. Sometimes I barely survived as it was.
He also uses the similar arguments about spellcheck, but laughs at people who misspell words in ways that don't trigger spellcheck (e.g. morn/mourn). I don't understand this person.
I just thought of a cake in the shape of a Hilbert curve to optimize for the best part of the cake: the edges, then I discovered someone already made it! I'm glad that there are brains out there that think about the same stuff as me.
I am at the library with my sister. I am browsing a section with rental books, but there is no signage for the rates. We go to the front desk to ask. At first we go directly to the counter but then I notice there is a bit of a line. We go to the back of the line. The line is moving quickly, and it moves even quicker because half of the people choose to go through one of those ribbon paths that snake back and forth, even though it was clearly closed because the line wasn't long enough to need it.
Just as we reach the beginning of the line we hear about an impending chemical attack on the city. We forget our business and rush home. I begin taping the windows. My sister decides to hug our parents instead. I get angry, but I manage to get the work done quickly myself anyway. This is partly because as I go I find more of the windows are sealed with rubber gaskets and don't need any work.
We are in the basement. We hear helicopters above. I wake up.
So I guess that's how I'd handle that kind of crisis. Yell at my sister for wasting time hugging our parents when there are futile defense measures to be taken. Classy.
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