Last week I moaned about unemployment. So now I’m all-but-offered a job: doing work even more mechanical than before, at 3/5 the wage. Naturally the client won’t want to invest three weeks of training (on a proprietary system; the last thing my résumé needs) unless I’m ready to make an “indefinite” commitment to a “friendly” environment where one is expected to “take ownership” of one’s work.
Dilbertland here I come.
Got an approximation to a real number, and want to know what formula is hidden behind it?
Try Plouffe’s Inverter.
forsooth thy knockers be bounteous
a chuckle from John and Antonio:
We once knew a woman who got a job translating three porn flicks from Italian to Spanish. Why did they bother, you ask. Because they were done in (well, mostly out of) Renaissance dress and the dialogue was in hexameters.
Three such flicks?
Cintra Wilson raises the alarm:
I must warn the world about Tom Cruise. I feel he is an utterly terrifying Superior Life Form, with the power to melt heads and braid spines. His eyes are as hard, shiny and brutally penetrating as diamond drill-bits. . . . Tom Cruise is becoming the Scary Flaming Eye from “The Lord of the Rings,” and I fear that nobody can stop him.
See what Scientology can do for you?
Popshot, a new punk rock magazine, scolds naïve anti-capitalists
for getting the wrong end of the stick.
(Found in Aaron Krowne’s blog of which I was not previously aware; he was on my list of sites to look at because of mathematical material.)
Mammoth trees near Martian south pole? Well, they’re curious, whatever they are. Could be accretions of something sticky, as in the ‘Coral’ screensaver.
Reminds me of a book I have, Where will we go when the Sun dies?, which I keep only because it contains a list of objects on the Moon which ought to have a closer look because they could be artifacts, e.g. what appears to be a bridge over a canyon.
Later: Never mind that the site owner is a true believer in the Cydonia Face . . . .