Chris Gardner

@ecology_chris @saltnburnem @quorralyne Jokes on you, I don't like coconut or ketchup...

@saltnburnem @quorralyne it's fundamentally impossible to share snacks remotely. 1 of my favorite parts of irl interaction is finding out who doesn't like coconut or really can't eat without a particular brand of ketchup

I'm remote first by choice. But I have to admit that getting together in person every so often really helps when you are building something new.

@quorralyne Then, I don't know. Anytime it's happened to me, is because of my weird, special orders. Of course, I also only get fast food about once a year, ssooo....

@freestylecoder There was literally no one in the drive thru behind me and that's often the case.

Why do fast food establishments ask you to not wait at the drive thru window for your order and instead "pull around the corner" and wait there? I'm assuming it has to do with having the wait time "not count" by some monitoring system.

@majornelson Biggest problem with running ethernet is interference from electrical wires. I'm about to run a fiber between stories in the house, so I can run it with electrical, and then patch out with Cat6, where I can more easily keep things separated in the attic and crawl space.

Anyone have experience running fiber in their house vs CAT6? Thinking of doing an experimental install to learn more.

@donasarkar @RegularITguy Most of my team is already using AI heavily, but I'm the hold out. For me, the coding (aka: digging into the problem, figuring things out, learning, hands on keyboard) is the fun part of my job, and I'm not giving it up. I told them I'll send an AI to meetings, but they said no.

So yesterday @RegularITguy and I got into the arena (office) and had an epic battle (loud conversation) about what each of our communities are dealing with thanks to the gloom-and-doom of “AI will kill off all jobs including your babysitter” For IT folks, they know they need to migrate their estateswhile staying secure and ofc zero downtime. Oh they also need to “do AI”. For dev/builder folks, they know they need to modernize their apps to the latest version of whatever …with zero downtime ofc and they BETTER BE “doing AI”. And in the middle of this chaos, vibe coded apps off twitter are apparently taking our jobs 🧐 QUESTION: For all of you out there, what are they main AI Adoption blockers you all are seeing in your biz? Rick and I have a scheme debuting soon 👀

Pro tip: do not accidentally deep fry part of your hand. It really hurts... (Yes, I will be fine...)

@tdesseyn Could be. Tasting better than an original Oreo is a VERY low bar

going out on a limb here. gluten free oreos are superior to regular oreos. much better taste.

Finally made it out to @HattieBs to try the Shut the Cluck Up sandwich. I can see why a normal person would have problems with it. Of course, I had no problem.

@medus4_cdc @TC_Johnson Oh, that's awesome

If you needed something happy to look at today, Kiddo painted a picture of @TC_Johnson and I as dragons for our anniversary, and she kinda nailed it!!

@saltnburnem No, sorry. No replies here

Can someone reply to this? I want to test something.

@quorralyne If there is a feature I need, as soon as available. If not, stable/general.

Alpha, Beta, or GA release question... what would make you try it out? Ship fast with upcoming breaking changes or something more solidified? Everyone has a different answer, and that's cool.

@Dave_DotNet Soooo, a goto ..

Labelled break and continue statements in C# 👀 This is currently a champion proposal (link in 2nd tweet) #dotnet

@tdesseyn Sounds like quite the opportunity...

guys. should i? 😂😂

@quorralyne It's cool, I forgot to open and check both equally...

It definitely feels like developers are shifting to Discord instead of sticking with Slack for open source community discussions.

@microsoftslayer Took you long enough...

You really do just wake up one day and decide you want and DESERVE better

I almost called the police that night. That’s the instinct when you see a seven-year-old boy sitting alone on a curb at 8:00 p.m. soaked by freezing rain, no adult in sight, clutching a backpack like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. I was pumping gas at a rundown station on the edge of town. Flickering lights. Buzzing signs. The kind of place people don’t linger. But I couldn’t ignore him. He sat perfectly still, hoodie plastered to his skin, shivering, staring across the lot at the glowing 24-hour store beside a massive warehouse. Too small. Too quiet. Too alone. At 68, my knees ache in the cold and I don’t move fast anymore. But I move when it matters. I walked over slowly. “Hey, buddy. You okay? Waiting for someone?” He jumped, eyes wide. “My mom said stay right here. Don’t move. Don’t talk to strangers.” “In this rain? Where’s your mom?” He pointed at the warehouse. “She’s working overtime. If she leaves early, they fire her. She said it would be quick.” He said it calmly, like someone repeating rules they learned too early. No complaints. Just facts. It hit me hard. “Come inside,” I said. “You can’t sit out here like this.” I bought him hot cocoa and a warm sandwich. We sat by the window on those uncomfortable stools, watching rain pound the pavement. “I’m Frank,” I said. “Leo,” he whispered, cupping the mug. We talked. He loved Minecraft. Hated math because “numbers don’t make sense.” Wanted to be an astronaut. “Up there,” he said, “it’s quiet. No one yells.” Around 10:30, a woman burst through the door, drenched and frantic in a warehouse uniform. Sarah. She grabbed Leo, checking him over, crying as rain mixed with tears. Then she saw me. Panic flashed across her face. “Please don’t call anyone. I’m a good mom. The sitter canceled. I tried everyone. If I miss a shift, we lose the apartment. Rent’s almost $2,000. Childcare is impossible. I had no choice.” She braced for judgment. “Easy,” I said, raising my hands. “No one’s calling anyone.” I saw my younger self in her. The exhaustion. The fear. Parents today juggling impossible costs with no room to breathe. “I’m retired,” I told her. “Old mechanic. My days are long and quiet. Here’s my number. Next emergency, call me. I’ll watch him. Help with homework. No charge.” She stared at the napkin. “Why would you help us?” “Because no child should sit in the rain,” I said. “And no parent should have to choose between a paycheck and their kid.” That was over a year ago. Now I pick Leo up from school a couple days a week. We hit the library. Build things inspired by Minecraft. Work through math problems. When he gets one right, his whole face lights up. Sarah joins us for dinner when her shift ends. But the ripple didn’t stop there. I told the story at the VFW. Retired guys. Veterans. Men who thought their useful years were behind them. Now we’ve got an informal “Grandpa Network.” Mike drives a neighbor’s daughter to dance. Dave watches the bus stop for a single dad. Others tutor, fix bikes, offer safe porches and steady eyes. No titles. No applause. Just filling gaps in a system that leaves families stretched thin and silent. Sarah recently got a better job. Day shifts. No warehouse. She hugged me and said, “You changed everything.” I shook my head. “I just noticed.” That’s the first lesson. Notice. Look up. See the quiet struggles. Second. Small acts multiply. One cup of cocoa. One offer. One umbrella. Third. Community still works. We just forgot how to build it. Fourth. Judgment shuts doors. Grace opens them. Fifth. Purpose doesn’t expire. Helping others gave my days meaning again. There are Leos everywhere. There are Sarahs everywhere. You don’t need money or authority. Just the courage to care. Look around. Ask if someone’s okay. Offer help. Rebuild the village. One child. One act. One umbrella at a time.

@1kevgriff That's crazy talk...

I'm going to do it... I'm going to sort through the bin of random cables.

@microsoftslayer So I dare ask what an uppie is?

The struggle of loving to give uppies but only being 5' do be rough sometimes

Happy Birthday to everyone who just used the defaults in online sign-up forms. .

*Holiday Gift Cards* My family: We must absolutely be at the store the instant it opens, so I can extract every last cent out of this card. Me: I will walk through time and space immemorial, hoarding this gift for such a time that the fate of humanity itself rests on its value.