Being Hit in the Face with Meat

I also have a story about being bullied with flying meat like this poor kid in the UK.

When I was in primary school, my mother was at uni as a mature-age student. It was just Mum and me at home, so she would come home and tell me about all the things she had learned at uni that day.

One of the classes she studied was Animal Ethics. She would come home and tell me about how horribly veal cattle are treated in their short lives, show me pictures of battery hens that had been in cages so long their feet had grown around the wire, and how some sheep are horribly injured in the crush of live transport. She decided to become vegetarian.

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Floppy Nostalgia

I’m really feeling a lot of nostalgia for floppy disks at the moment.

Having all my data in the cloud and not having to worry about storage limits is great, but there’s something about the satisfying click of the disk locking in to place that I’d love to have again.

I miss the satisfaction of thumbing through a box full of disks to choose a game I’d like to play and the physicality of having a collection of things I really treasured in my hands.

I don’t miss having to feed 37 floppy disks through a drive to install Windows 95 though.

Music has had a renaissance in analogue media, I wonder if we’ll have a hipster movement in data storage as well? Has anyone invented a floppy disk with a pop-out USB connector? It wouldn’t be the same though, I need the satisfying click as the disk locks in to place.

 

 

At It Again

Stewart puts his foot in his mouth at work #372:

I had an unexpectedly productive meeting at work with a difficult stakeholder today and I was relaying the details to my boss. I wasn’t sure if he knew the stakeholder, so I asked him that first.

Me: So do you know Mary?
Boss: Yes.
Me: I just had the most SATISFYING experience with her.

Awkward silence while we both contemplate what just came out of my mouth.

Of course this was in the open plan office so plenty of people shared in my cringe.