Graceful degradation is the ability of a computer, machine, electronic system or network to maintain limited functionality even when a large portion of it has been destroyed or rendered inoperative. The purpose of graceful degradation is to prevent catastrophic failure. (Tech Target, first result on the search engine)
Literal opposite of planned obsolescence. I love you graceful degradation.
I will never get tired of how funny it is when people respond to the posts they don’t like by turning it into blackout poetry. What sheer fucking splendour, grabbing something you loathe and then turning it into art as an expression of your utter disrespect and disregard of this person’s stupid-ass opinions. It’s not simply contempt, but an elaborate display of how little it matters to you.
What a way to show that you find this person so beneath your respect that you won’t argue their stupid opinions, you won’t even gracefully ignore them like you would politely and tactfully turn a blind eye to the embarrassing mishaps of some fool who doesn’t know better. No, you choose to turn it into a plaything, making it your arts and crafts material.
The hilarious indignity of having someone pick up something you thought were bold and fine statements, the pinnacle of truth, and saying “this block of stupid text is as worthless as a rock, but allow me to carve it into art, so that it could perhaps be turned into something that possesses worth and beauty.”
I’m sorry op, but how could I pass on this one
Me casting out a big block of solid text about blackout poetry, in order to catch blackout poetry in the wild:
Sorry, I could never be a capitalist, I suffer from “wanting humans to have their basic needs met” disorder, where I care about people who aren’t me.
Someone once asked me if, assuming we got universal healthcare, I would be okay with the rise in “healthcare tourism” where people who are sick come to our country to get their medical bills taken care of and life-saving medical treatment cheaper than in their home countries.
I was just like, yeah thats fine, I’d actually prefer it if 0 people died from preventable causes kept behind a paywall for no reason.
“even the addicts?” yeah dude did i fucking stutter
Then it was “three years of DIRECTLY RELATED experience”
Then it was five years of DIRECTLY RELATED experience"
Now, if you didn’t practically invent the technology a company uses, you’ve got no shot.
“but I started in the mailr..”
Nobody gives a f*ck about how you started in the mail room. You’re the CEO now. The mail room job is an unpaid internship now, and it requires 3 years of directly related mail delivery experience to even be considered. Sit down.
Holy shit, you reblogged this from 3 years ago and, like… there’s not a word here I’d change
My parents went to a state school for both their undergrad & Master’s degrees and paid no tuition. None. Zero. It was a state school, they were residents of the state, they paid no tuition. They paid for books, housing, and activity fees, and they could do that on their college jobs. (My mother had to, because her father refused to pay for any of her schooling since ‘girls only leave school and just get married so it would be a waste.’)
My dad worked for the federal government after he and Mom both got their Master’s degrees. Mom had all three of us and stayed home with us full-time. We lived in a 3 bedroom house in the suburbs and when my brother was a baby, my mom started going back to school at night. I remember pretty clearly my dad heating up the breast milk from the freezer for Jake’s dinner because Mom was at classes.
In 1988, my mom finished her Ph.D. in mathematics. So, to be clear, my dad’s job – just a rando mid-level federal job – covered food and clothes for 3 kids, the mortgage, the bills, and Mom’s college expenses. We were broke as hell when I was young – Mom made our clothes, grew food in the backyard, and did everything she could to stretch every dime – but at the end of it, Mom got her job as a college professor, got tenure (almost impossible today), and did it without piles and piles of inescapable college debt. We moved to Northeast PA, they bought their house, which was 4 years old when we bought it, for about ¼ of what it’s worth today.
When I had @mistresskabooms 23 years ago, we were able to rent a townhouse & cover our expenses so that I could stay home, and on what? MK’s dad tending bar and both of us working at the Renaissance Faire in season. I was able to stay home and take care of MK for the first three years of her life, which means she got the advantages of spending a lot of time with her parents, she got to be breastfed (which is better for kids immune systems if possible, and kids who are in daycare tend to stop breastfeeding sooner), she wasn’t exposed to tons of germs from being in daycare, etc. Now, for part of that time we had our partner living with us, but not the whole time – some of it we did fully on our own. It’s next to impossible to do that now, if not fully impossible, for a family to survive like that.
Even ten years ago, it was possible, if difficult, for Emet to cover our mortgage and living expenses on a job that she got with a “some college” education. There’s no way we could do that now with what mortgage processors make.
For all the “this is what they took from you” white supremacist bullshit, this is what was actually taken from you. Economic stability. A fucking economic future.
That is so horrifying. Not just how bad the CG is, but also how disgusting the actual act is of using a person’s likeness without their consent. The depths a multi-billion dollar company would go just to save a penny is just spine chilling.
to my beloved mutuals, I am asking– nay, begging– you to come help me finish this stew. my roommate can’t eat it and I only know how to cook for a small army. i can offer a sourdough roll and potentially a slice of orange cake for dessert. please consider my offer.
yours truly,
narwhaled
When I have too much stew (which I always do!) I make a quick savory butter crust, add a bunch of eggs to the soup, put the crust and the new quiche mix into the muffin pan. YES! THE MUFFIN PAN! Then I bake them into mini quiches (with parm, mozzarella, or mexican cheddar depending on the style of the soup) and I put it in the freezer, so in the middle of the day, I have a little mini quiche snack for brunch!
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