The solution to the NASA problem wound up being a very particular, poorly documented command. I knew it. They were back online before lunch. We spent the rest of the day building “the fastest damn 80TB array we could.”
They took my hair gel at the airport. “Sorry sir, this is 3.5oz, and the limit is 3oz.” “But I’ve USED a bunch of it!”
In the random lotto which is car rental via Priceline, I got a minivan.
At the sushi restaurant tonight, I sat next to two huge, redneck, construction workers … one of whom turned to me out of nowhere and said “this country is being led by a bought and paid for imbecile, who can barely speak … but who sends our young men to die overseas by the thousands. The thing that really gets me though is that he’s going to steal the next election, just like he stole the last two!”
I have hope. All is not bad.
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