rpmcmurphy

My dad worked in a steel mill his entire life, and as a long term cancer survivor, would have been left for dead due to Koch's policies had they prevailed in his state of residence. He outlived him. Bye! (Nice to see that even if you have near infinite wealth, the grim reaper will still catch up with you).

Good riddance

The bigger issue for us Olds is that we have serious financial and family responsibilities that make us highly undesirable employees in today's modern "I've got mine! Fuck you!" society.

Imagine that you have a close family member with Stage 4 cancer. Who wants to have you on their team? Nobody, that's who. And you better be living in a jurisdiction with solid legal protections, or they will fire you in a hot second.

That is a far greater concern than salary stagnation.

Ah, the magic of financial engineering. Mr. Neumann will cash out of his fictional decacorn in dribs and drabs and never have to work again. Everyone else will be left with a bit pile of shit (aka a commercial real estate venture that bet on ever upward growth and got ripped to shreds in the secular downturn).

This seems like a predictable outcome in a consumerist society driven by planned obsolescence and the need for infinite growth.

Pilot here. I predict that airlines are going to soft ground the Max while this gets sorted out. They might not take them out of service completely, but would not surprise me a bit if they rely on other equipment where possible until this gets sorted out. Better to take a hit on increased fuel costs that risk the loss of an aircraft and all on board.

I take the approach of telling people to call or text me if something is urgent (my number is in the company directory), because I likely won't notice an email quickly, and will ignore Slack/IM completely so soon as I walk out the door. The only time my phone buzzes is when something is actually on fire.

I remember previous jobs where late night emails demanding edits to someone's slide deck were routine (and anything is not urgent, it is editing some product manager's slide deck). That shit can wait until Monday, and if you are throwing it on me because you procrastinated, that's your problem.

Building the cockpit is fun, but you only have room for two. The next logical step is to buy interior panels and windows from a mothballed 737 (you can find them on eBay). I have been building out both the cockpit and front cabin (and passengers have a view out their windows). For my project I am putting more effort into the cabin, since it is for entertaining friends as much as it is a flight sim.

Actually 20% per year would be great for most businesses, which just shows what an outlier VC backed businesses have become.

I was assigned as an inventor for a bullshit patent application our legal team did not even understand. I did everything I could to undermine it. The whole system is fucked and is all about who has more money for lawyers (who know fuck all about the matters at hand)

Maybe this is all not such a bad thing. The worst case scenario is a mass extinction that kills off large animals, clearing the way for whatever is next, not unlike the Cambrian explosion. We elected Donald J Trump. We (large animals at the top of the food chain) kind of deserve what's coming to us.

But she wears a black turtleneck, just like Steve Jobs.

Somebody needs to write a Peter Thiel / Not Peter Thiel script, and cross reference the photos with his Friendster profile pic where he was shirtless on a boat advertising for twinks (pro tip for people who think he was outed by Gawker, he was one of the most obvious closet cases in San Francisco).

A substantial percentage of the US population installed that "cow clicker" app at some point, and who knows what data they harvested. Even if they did not access your full profile, they could probably learn a lot about you based on when and how often you were clicking on cows.

Just a friendly reminder, Gawker did not out Thiel. He had a public profile on Friendster that clearly described him as interested in men. Gawker's editor at the time remarked that people like him thought the web was this super ultra secret bat cave, and that if you posted something there it wasn't really public.