I liked how they introduced her, like "her mother died in an insane asylum thinking she was Queen Victoria" and my thought was, I like where I think this is going. I was not disappointed.
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Desktop might not be dead but it is pissing blood and prone to bouts of memory loss and uncontrollable shaking. M$ core business is server and has been for decades. I'm pretty sure most of the last decade or so OS releases have been trolling people who insist on still buying desktops
But this IS brilliant. Every odd-numbered version of Windows sucks, and this is the most effective way to avoid that problem.
I thought it was the other way around. 7 seems good. 8 seems crap.
However, I would argue that there are exactly zero cognitive tasks machines have taken over for us.
Has anyone made a corporatese generator yet?
Yeah like 30+ years ago.
His name is V3x.
This sort of bollocks writes itself when you realize that all they're doing is contorting language to avoid negative terms and connotations.They also do it to avoid committing to anything. I asked a manager a yes/no question.
I got a 15 minute spiel about levering opportunities that had nothing to do with the question. I asked again, he got visibly flustered and gave the same waffle. Eventually I just had to walk away.
That was great! You have restored my faith in the ability of doublespeak and jargon to cover all ills and make em sound pretty.
"Go fuck yourself. I told you to tell that vendor not to arrive until after the morning deliveries are done at 11:30. Now I'm blocked into the lot by her van and the boss takes his sweet time schmoozing the pretty ones over lunch."
This is great!At a privately-operated imbibement center overnight I established networking ties with a representative of the opposite gender department. After exchanging contact information and resumes, she proceeded to consume a first-order tropane alkaloid from my glabella, administered a dose of sildenafil orally, and then we actualized an anatomical transfer give and take session which nearly resulted in complete biological incapacitance. Afterward as the distinguished representative was consuming lavatory services and I was recharging for further research, I noticed her cell phone ringing. Upon closer inspection the Caller ID alluded to one "PaPa Sugarcane." Curiously, however, the telephone number displayed matched that of the Director's office phone. After confirming this actuality, I made the executive decision that it would be best to immediately separate myself from the situation and did so. Today, the Director does not appear to be in the office.
"I just met this chick in a bar last night. She dragged me back to her place, snorted blow off my forehead, popped a viagra in my mouth, and nearly killed me with the sexual. While I was recovering and she was in the john her cell started ringing. I glanced at it. Name said PaPa Sugarcane, but the number was the Director's office number. I double checked to be sure and got the fuck out! He wasn't in today."
(I know it's a lot, and I have complete faith in your documented ability to proforma motivate in tandem with swift rising, asymetrical market demands! Your achievement is my goal.)
Thank you Vex, a meeting I've got on Monday should be quite entertaining.Report back with your progress!
Oh, I'll probably need:
"I am going to have you beaten by goons"