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@Aussie_GC_Man Richard Dean Anderson. McGuyver. What can I say? 😉

I wasn't even 10 years old when the Dukes of Hazzard started 🙂 I knew I was gay as soon as I saw it! I didn't need a drag queen to read stories about pronouns and gender identity politics to know I was gay! It happened organically and naturally without it being forced onto me 🙂

@Queeneth01olx ... And she basically stops talking to me. And she makes it clear she basically hates all men...

@Queeneth01olx I singlehandly supported my sister for years when she lost her job. She told everyone "the universe" works out for her. When she finally gets a job her car breaks, I help her afford a new one. At a party she brings her dogs without telling me beforehand and I say it's no good...

I spent 4 years paying my younger sister’s school fees. Every single kobo. The day she graduated, she gave the acknowledgement speech and thanked everyone except me. I sat in that hall and felt my soul leave my body 😭. When she got admission, things were tight at home. I had just started my first job. I told our parents, "Don't worry. I’ll handle it." And I did. Every semester. No breaks. There were months I was eating 0-1-0 so her account wouldn't run dry. I never told her. I didn't think I needed to. Graduation day, she looked beautiful. The first graduate in our family. I was prouder of her than I’ve ever been of myself. Then she got the mic. > She thanked God. (Fair). > She thanked our parents. (Expected). > She thanked her friends who kept her sane. > She even thanked her HOD. Then she sat down. My mother looked at me. I smiled and looked away, but the clapping felt like it was happening in a different room. I didn’t say anything that day. Or the week after. But something in how I moved changed. I stopped volunteering. Started waiting to be asked. Started noticing who actually noticed me. People say, "Don’t give to be recognized." I agree to an extent. But there is a thin line between not needing applause and being erased by the person you bled for. That's not humility. That's invisibility. We’re fine now. I brought it up six months later, calmly. She cried, and said she was nervous and blanked. Maybe. Maybe not 🤷 But I learned something either way. Sacrifice without communication creates invisible resentment. Tell people what you are carrying for them. Not to guilt trip them. But because silence makes martyrs, and martyrs make bitter people. This same dynamic shows up in dating every day. You’re playing the provider or the supporter in silence, while your partner thinks you're just an oil money that never runs dry. Stop accepting the bare minimum of gratitude. If they don't see the sacrifice, they won't value the person making it. Has someone ever made you feel invisible in a relationship after everything you did for them? Let’s talk below.👇

@Queeneth01olx Yep. It would seem my sister was like that towards me. The realisation, after many years, was rather shocking to me. I was blind to it for so long. I didn't want to acknowledge it. But the last year my eyes were opened. And so it is now. What is done can't be undone.

My neighbor knocked on my door at 12 midnight to complain that my generator was disturbing her sleep. I apologized and turned it off immediately. Not once. Not twice. Multiple times. Each time, I kept apologizing. Then last Saturday, her son played music from his new purchase JBL speaker so loud my walls were vibrating. So I went over and knocked. She opened the door smiling, like we were friends. I said, The music is too loud. Can you reduce it? Her face and mood changed instantly. She said I was being hostile. She said she's always been a good neighbor to me. I didn't argue. I just said, Okay and walked back inside. Since that day, she stopped greeting me. Four years of daily greetings. Gone. All because I asked for the same respect I gave her. That’s when it hit me: Some people only like you when you’re easy to control. The moment you set a boundary, you become the problem. And if asking for basic respect ruins the relationship, maybe it was never respect to begin with. Have you ever lost someone just because you stopped accepting the bare minimum?

A little tool to decode Morse code

😬Here is the full video of the father suing his son for being gay and calling him a “worthless investment💔.”in court The judge wasn’t having it… and the case was thrown out.

@Aditya_181105 @nalinrajput23 Yes. Bring in the guillotine!

@nalinrajput23 Only thing left now is execution

> Linux is free > Docker is free > Kubernetes is free > Git and Github are free > GitHub Actions is free > Python is free > AWS, GCP, Azure are free (limited use) > Terraform is free > ArgoCD and Flux are free > Prometheus and Grafana are free your laptop and internet connection, that's all you need to start

@benappel Is there any plans in the (near) future for an Audible edition? (#hoping) 🍀

New review of Cis White Gay: "What makes this book so powerful is its clarity. Appel manages to explain the contradictions of modern queer theory and adjacent academic dogmas in plain, human terms—stripping away abstraction to reveal what’s really at stake: truth, individuality, and integrity. It’s both a memoir and a cultural critique, told with wit and heart, and grounded in lived experience rather than fashionable theory." amazon.com/Cis-White-Gay-…

@DearS_o_n We tend to spend so much time trying to impress other people. Thinking about what they might be thinking about us. It's quite liberating to realise just how little other people think about you. They have their own worries... Each head it's own headache.

Some PMs are ok with the first one😅

Iran is not an Islamic country! The 1979 revolution was forced upon the people. Just another country that they conquered, and now lost...

The market panicking because AI can rewrite COBOL ignores two things: 1-Tools that rewrite COBOL have existed for decades 2-That's not the hard part

@robertgraham I recall that for generating high-zoom fractals, you need to go beyond this precision. Code derived from Fractint is still around. For example, see github.com/LegalizeAdulth… where the first 700 digits of pi are represented in reverse hexadecimal.

The correct value of pi 𝜋 is 3.141592653589793. It's the maximum precision for a 64-bit (double) floating point number according to the IEEE 754 standard, used by NASA and rocket engineers for all their calculations for rockets in the solar system. You'll never practically need greater precision, and you'll rarely do floating point at less than 64-bits, so there's little point to use fewer or more digits. Now, gamers might choose 3.1415927 for 32-bit floating point, but they understand the compromise. For everyone else, pi 𝜋 is exactly 3.141592653589793.

@afshineemrani Even after a bout of projectile vomiting in the waiting room, the GP would not change his mind. He was sent home. But, he went to the ER right after and ended up with an emergency operation. He also had a kidney stone... I will not speak of my opinion of said GP.

@afshineemrani My partner nearly died over the weekend of a burst appendix. He made an appointment at a GP on Friday and because he also had a bit of a chest infection, the GP told him he had flu and, wait for it, anxiety!

In medical school, we are taught a golden rule: "When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras." It is a reminder to look for the common explanation before the exotic one. But after decades in cardiology, I’ve learned that if a patient is still suffering after the "horses" have been ruled out, a doctor must have the courage—and the curiosity—to go hunting for the zebra. Sarah was a thirty-four-year-old marathon runner and a devoted mother who came to me after six months of being told she was "fine." She had been bounced from one specialist to another, each one pointing to her normal EKG and standard blood tests as proof that her crushing fatigue and racing heart were simply the result of "new mom stress." By the time she reached my office, she didn't just look tired; she looked invisible, as if the medical system had stopped seeing the woman and only saw the data. Instead of re-reading the normal test results that had already failed her, I asked Sarah to walk me through her life. We talked about her training and her family, eventually landing on a backpacking trip she took to the Mendoza province of rural Argentina. She described staying in a charming, rustic cottage made of sun-dried mud bricks. She mentioned waking up one morning with a strangely swollen, purple eyelid that she assumed was a simple spider bite. As she spoke, a memory surfaced from a biography I had read years ago about Charles Darwin. Most people know Darwin for his theories on evolution, but medical historians have long puzzled over the mysterious, debilitating illness that plagued him for decades after he returned from his voyage on the HMS Beagle. Darwin had written in his journals about being bitten by the "great black bug of the Pampas" while sleeping in mud-walled huts in South America. He spent the rest of his life suffering from heart palpitations and exhaustion that the Victorian doctors of his time could never explain. I realized then that Sarah wasn't suffering from stress; she was likely hosting the same "silent killer" that may have haunted Darwin: Chagas Disease. The "Kissing Bug" lives in the cracks of those mud-brick walls. It bites its victims—often near the eyes or mouth—while they sleep, passing a parasite called Trypanosoma cruzi into the blood. The danger of Chagas is that the initial symptoms disappear quickly, but the parasite can hide in the body for years, slowly weaving itself into the muscle and electrical "wiring" of the heart. To confirm this, I moved beyond the standard tests. I ordered a specialized "Strain Rate" ultrasound, which doesn't just look at whether the heart is pumping, but at how the individual muscle fibers are stretching. We saw that while her heart looked strong to the naked eye, the fibers were "stuttering," a sign of early parasite-induced scarring. A specific blood test for the parasite's antibodies confirmed the diagnosis. Treatment required a difficult, sixty-day course of anti-parasitic medication to stop the infection, paired with a protective heart regimen to keep her electrical system stable while the inflammation settled. Because we caught it before her heart was physically damaged or enlarged, the recovery was a success. Months later, Sarah returned to my office, her vibrant energy restored. She brought me a leather-bound copy of The Voyage of the Beagle with a note tucked inside. She wrote that while other doctors had looked at her charts, I had looked at her. This case remains a vital reminder for my memoir: in a world of high-tech scans and AI, the most sophisticated diagnostic tool we possess is still the human story. When we truly listen, we don't just find the disease—we find the patient. Good morning.

Anyone else out there vibe circuit-building?

@EsterVeldman Jy moes ons sien wanneer so enetjie by die skool verby kom ry het, tydens pouse...

You’re at least 55 if you can remember this

@hr_unhinged I was recently the *only* employee that refused to attend an end-of-year function. The rest all caved to peer pressure. They break bread with the people that lie to their faces about 'HR policy' daily. I don't care about engagement metrics. Mene mene tekel upharsin.

I noticed one employee wearing noise-canceling headphones. Not earbuds. The big, cushioned over-ear kind that create a tiny personal universe. I asked if everything was alright. He said yes, he’s just trying to focus. I told him we value focus, but isolation can misread as resistance to collaboration. He said he’s literally sitting at his desk doing his job. I told him we track human presence, not just output. He asked how presence is measured. I said imperfectly, which is why it's so important. Then I logged “avoiding spontaneous culture building opportunities” in his engagement profile.

@IT_unhinged It is 4:00 PM. I've shut down my machine. Unplugged it from the network. The day is nearly over. The laptop is closed. Time for some tea. As the screams rise around me, a thin smile cross my face.

It is 4:30 PM. Everyone is packing up. They think they are safe. They think the day is over. I decided to push a mandatory Windows Update. To the entire sales department. Right now. I heard the screams from down the hall. "Do not turn off your computer." "Updates are 12% complete." They have to stay. They have to watch the percentage bar. Why did I do it? To teach them patience. To teach them to save their work. To teach them that IT controls the clock. I am leaving now. My machine is running Linux. I don't update. I innovate. See you tomorrow.