That Moment...

That moment when you learn Bob Dylan has finally sold out.

To the tune of nine figures.

 

Tmw you want to write but your internet suddenly stopped working on your laptop. Ive restarted it 4 times and cant connect.... Yet my phone connects just fine.

I refuse to use my phone to work on my WIP

 

Is your laptop connected via a wireless connection? If yes, can your wireless network connection be seen in the internet access? Your phone has internet due to this connection (it's connected to your router) or are you using mobile data from a mobile provider?

 

(The context being programming AKA coding AKA scripting, C# to be precise)

That moment when you discover that your shit, which you thought worked fine, isn't performing as intended after all, and you can't for the life of you figure out why, and as such proceed to tear your hair out for the next X amount of hours.

Followed by that moment when, roughly 20 hours later, after some recreational berserkergang, you take one last desperate look at your code and spot the problem immediately. It was beyond trivial. So goddamned stupid. And now it works. The catharsis of finally unfucking some nonsense is almost worth the grief. Almost.

I haven't been doing this for very long, but I'm finding out that this isn't the sort of thing my brain is geared towards. I don't have a great mind for rigid logical systems. Words, those deliciously pliable creatures, suit me so much better. They're a supple dough I can knead forever, and braid into interesting pretzels.

 

Both are connected via router thingamajig. I see the name and when i click it to connect it says "cannot connect to this network"
But my phone is connected to the same network.

I may have to turn off the router and turn it back on....

When in doubt

 

Hah! Classic. Also check to see if your router cable is plugged in.

Also try to move with your laptop right next to it, in case it's a low signal problem. Once you connect, then move again back to wherever you want. Another problem might be... are you sure you're using the right password? In case none of these work it's time to call your provider.

 

C'est la vie, my man. C'est la vie.

 

TMW you are reading a post on the Today show website (not sure how I ended up a the site) about a tiger nearly tearing the arm off a volunteer at Carole Raskin's Big Cat Rescue site and see that the writer is named Scott Stump, and you can't help but laugh a bit.

 

TMW you realize this is actually real.

 

Hell, I'd sell out for four figures.

 

"secrets out, chicken man" LMAO!

 

Premiers at... noon.

This is real too. I read it (it was free). It was awful.

 

ohhh, so he is the chicken that will get fried at the end of the movie!

 

TMW you've spent your whole life correcting people on the spelling of your name.... and then your work login is made with the misspelling of your name, and you are forced to login everyday with that spelling so much so, that it is now becoming habit to spell it that way.....


.....is this who i am now?

 

You are who the Directorate allows you to be.

 

People always tend to add unnecessary 'H's to my name, or get the vowels wrong in 'Jonathan'....I gave up trying to correct people eventually. It seemed to just make a university lecturer or two intentionally keep spelling it incorrectly when I made them aware of it.

 

Lol I once drew an illustration for the in-company newsletter of the restaurant I worked for (my manager was supposed to write an article, but was too lazy and said "You're an artist, just draw something so i don't have to write the article.") I made the mistake of asking her "What should I draw?". She said "A lobby full of customers."

Well shit, sounds easy if you're not an artist, but try drawing dozens of people some time. Not fun. But I did it and got it in on time, to a high standard. They misspelled my name underneath it, and the funniest thing is, it was directly below my signature on the drawing! Big derp moment.

 

Stuff like that always makes me wonder about the intent. You've made an incredibly strange memory come to light upon mentioning that, at the end of sixth-form, there were leaver hoodies designed for the entirety of my year group. The hoodies had the names of every single person written on them. My name was the only one spelt incorrectly and it wasn't like I was an unmemorable character back then...Who knows! If i remember correctly, it wasn't just the typical misspelling of my name, it was a huge typo!

 

TMW you are sitting at the keyboard, with your lovebird on your shoulder, you in the writing zone, the bird in a meditative state, and you let out a sudden loud fart which causes the bird to rise into the air, fluttering about and chirping, which, you think, must have been the way the seagulls reacted when Mt. Vesuvius began to erupt. But in your case no lasting harm is done, and the bird settles back on your shoulder, and the two of you sink back into your respective trances.

 

My name uses the Swedish spelling but most Swedish people default to the English spelling, for some reason, so I often have to correct people. It's particularly annoying when it ends up on official documents like diplomas and such...

But it's not as bad as those moments when people use the wrong name. My given name is actually my third name in the resident register (it goes like: middle name, middle name, given name, last name). It's a bit weird, but the register very clearly underlines a person's given name so it shouldn't be that hard to figure out... Yet, I too often come across places where my first-name-by-order is used rather than my actual given name, and it's really, really annoying.

 

TMW you come back from a hiatus and you have 51 alerts. Of course I'll go through every single one.

 

TMW you want to play guitar pretty badly and can't, because you are missing quite an important string. You start looking for those older, replacement strings you had collected over the years and then a memory flashes in your mind of you throwing those strings in the bin a couple of months ago, thinking "I never use them anyways. Fuck 'em".

 

Someone should count the number of times you've mentioned pasta in here.