Reading this made me cry.
I’ll repeat the central takeaway; “Somewhere at Google there is a database containing 25 million books and nobody is allowed to read them.”
Beat up on Google all you want, but this is not on them. They poured an outstandingly unexpected amount of money and effort into doing this – something no one else has done mostly because it doesn’t make economical sense – managed to find a delightful way to do it legally, to books in copyright with no one to gain from that copyright, and they got shut down by a) the DOJ and b) a relative handful of authors that, in large part, were letting the perfect be the enemy of the good – who wanted it done, but not by Google.We were this close.
hey google employees
libgen
hey google employees…. torrents
Tag: oh my god
Jack is not aware of how much Bitty is making him happy
Gold.
WELCOME TO THE MONSTER FACTORY
THE FINAL PAM – EPISODE ONE
i do this. this is final pam. you remember how your backyard barbeque go, the smiths. pretty good it doesn’t seem. ha ha. i tell little joke. next time, you invite pam.
why does this fucking monster factory joke aesthetic have a more bold and innovative layout style than any edit ive seen in any other fandom
final pam knows no bounds
This is a really helpful page in my CBT textbook for tackling some of the maladaptive beliefs we often hold. The first column lists the rules and assumptions we often may tell ourselves, while the second column is a more functional belief. Just thought I would pass this along. Be kind to yourselves, friends❤
Page three of Star Trek novel “Killing Time”, in which the Bond is addressed in the same breath that Kirk ditches Scotty on the bridge so he and Spock can go get brunch
ARE computers flammable? I feel like they’re probably not?
This depends entirely on how much uncooked rice you have shoved in the floppy drive.
…Ok I feel like there’s a story behind this.
There is, yes!
After I quit school, I worked briefly as a computer repair tech. Going to people’s houses or businesses, fixing their various bugs, etc. While I would rapidly decide that field was not for me because of the one businessman who needed multiple “cup holder” replacements (you know, you push that button and that plastic holder thing with the hole comes out … I think it is technically call the “Cup Depository Tray”? CD, right?), he is not the most memorable encounter. No, that goes to one of the nicest ladies I ever encountered on this job.
She called us out because her computer had stopped turning on, and wouldn’t even make a noise when she tried to push the button. One day it had just shut off while she was using it and stubbornly refused to come back on, and could we please see what we could do to fix it?
So I go out there expecting some wire had gotten loose and there was no power getting to the machine or something. It happens sometimes if a machine gets banged around enough, or if someone fiddles with it wrong or is careless putting it together, computers are finicky like that. But as soon as I get to the box itself, I know it isn’t that simple, because of the smell. I have smelled computers with dust all up in them, that isn’t uncommon, but this is just vile and, more importantly, entirely new.
I am now more curious than afraid, so I open it up and there is a mass of goopy off-white mush spilling all over everything, parts of it are burnt to circuits, there is almost nothing untouched by the mass. But by far the worst off is the A drive. That is the obvious source of the problem, and the thing has … not “exploded”, but more burst from the pressure of whatever this stuff was.
So I ask the woman if she had used the floppy drive recently and noticed any problems, and she says no, not until the whole machine stopped working. But I come to find out what she used it for.
Turns out this woman was a devout Shinto practitioner and believed that her computer (among other things) had a soul that needed to be respected an honored. Which, fair enough. But she chose to honor it by feeding it a grain of rice every time she had to wake it up and disturb its rest. For years this kindhearted woman had been putting a grain of rice into the A drive every time she turned it on or woke the thing up from sleep mode. And eventually that was enough pressure to break the drive and start spilling out onto the internal bits, where the heat melted it all and caused no end of problems.
After that it was a simple enough thing to explain that there are better ways to honor and take care of your computer’s needs, what with virus scans or defrags and the like, but that poor device was entirely lost.
I guess the moral of the story here is that you can try your best to be good and still wind up hurting people? Maybe? Or else it’s that even the most horrible out of context problem isn’t nearly as frustrating as one middle aged jerk who won’t freaking listen when you tell him that CD trays are not for your dang coffee cups!
The end~
ok but im so taken with the fact that she was feeding her computer to apologise for waking it up?? thats so sweet????
I’m reminded of a story my friend told me years ago. He used to do in-house support at IBM and while I don’t remember all the details, one of the cases I heard about was an employee bringing in a company laptop with a slice of bologna in the optical drive. Apparently the employee’s toddler had decided the laptop was hungry and needed a snack. Gotta admit, the kid’s spacial perception was pretty spot-on.
Again, well-meaning and strangely charming, but ultimately pretty damned terrible for the hardware.
I’LL TAKE A HAMMER AND FIX THE BABY
Jesus Christ what just happened.
look at different people each time tho
sHE THREW A BABY
I’ve been watching his for the past 5 minutes