punkwalrus

See, I think one of three scenarios might have happened:

• Luigi didn't do it. He was framed and set up because out of the hundreds of prank tips, this guy looked "close enough."
• Luigi did it, but the evidence was made up to make the case solid and the police look competent. Luigi wasn't stupid, but he's boned anyway.
• Luigi did it, and he really was that stupid.

As a writer, one of the aggravating tropes we have to follow is, "make the story believable," when reality sometimes doesn't align with "a good story." Some criminals are really that stupid, and some armchair theory, based on decades of movies, books, and TV shows, you expect "hey, this is what they SHOULD have done is." And they didn't. It's like when a chessmaster has to watch complete amateurs play chess. "Obvious strategies" are ignored, and basically both players are just not thinking past their last move.

I also wonder what the trade value of gold might have been in that universe? For all we know, it might be an either/or situation. Like "Well, I could have my favorite takeout every Friday for a year, OR the newest smartphone." Both are tempting but for different reasons. Like, "I could buy a lot of turnips, potatoes, and beer with one golden smurf and not have to worry every month if I have enough food, but then they taste REALLY good on their own." Gargamel struck me as someone who didn't have a lot of money, so having been poor myself, I understand this weird conundrum. Also, having a golden smurf to trade might bring unwanted attention from locals would who assume he has LOTS of them, and rob his home looking for them.

Yes. Most of them were east-to-find solutions on the web, or someone else giving me access. "Can you reset my password on Blah?" "Try TempP@ass123." "I'm in, changed password. Thanks."

A few times when I am really acting like a Senior Linux Administrator is figuring out a kludge or back door nobody had thought of. Recently, a client told me that the former admin had left and didn't leave the password to over 300 systems (it turns out he did, the client was clueless, but I didn't know that in the moment). I found every system the admin had access to, and looked for a dev box where he had access but I could take down during production hours. I took it down, booted into init with /bin/bash, changed root password, brought it back up. Then I checked his home directory to see what public keys he had. Based on that, I checked to see if there were any private keys on the bastion systems that matched as a pair (using ssh-keygen -l -f on each pair to see if the signatures matched). They checked which pair had no password. That was pretty quick because I quickly discovered a majority of these cloud systems also had an ec2-user that could escalate to root via private/public key pairs (it is supposed to be removed for security reasons, but wasn't). Within a few hours, I had full access back to all their systems. Without taking down production.

"Another option" meaning what? Drive thru coffee? We do have Dunkin's here, but none of them are drive-through. This may be different the further north you go, however.

Going to Starbucks doesn't mean I have to look down on people. Life's too short for that. I judge people on the complexity of content of character, not "Oh look, a 'basic bitch' with Starbucks and Ugg boots. How droll." Having "no taste" and "too lazy" are classist statements anyway, "no taste" according to what standard? Lazy compared to what? What standard are you adhering to to "be proud of not being a tool?" Anyway, independent of your personal judgement of people just trying to get through their day, they are going to keep doing it and not caring about any of the complexities.

Starbucks is a service. You don't have to like the service. I don't get my legs waxed, but I don't look down on those who do. Same thing. People are more than just their personal choices of our selective judgement. I recognize that Starbucks is popular, even if I don't care for it. My reasons are basically I am cheap, and have to watch my sugar intake, so most of those milkshakes-posing-as-coffee are off limits. But if I am on a Starbucks run with someone, I am not going to patronize them like somehow I am some intellectual balloon rising above the mists of their complacency. Life is too short for that nonsense.

I, too, have shitty wireless. In fact, for my work laptop, that's exactly what I do. So much more reliable. Way too many wireless connections on too many channels close by.

My wife was an insurance adjuster for a major company, and that's EXACTLY how it goes.

So many people on the Internet say "Ugh, Starbucks is shit," like they are proud about it. Truth is, a LOT of people drink at Starbucks. The one near my house had a drive through line so long, they redid part of the shopping center parking lot to accommodate it. It's been renovated twice in ten years. Starbucks sells more than just "coffee that is shit," they sell a service that few can compensate without having to set up something in your own house. Frankl;y, half of the stuff out of there is caffeinated milkshakes of varying consistency. Starbucks is a service that sells coffee, and that convenience is what draw so many people.

The average person doesn't care about unions, good coffee, or any of that. They want to get a nummy candy treat packed with caffeine to drive to work. That's it. It's really just that simple. And until it gives people instant massive diarrhea or some other personally-affecting scandal, they will just keep doing it out of habit. habit is a strong motivator, especially when you're fucking tired and just want to get to work that you hate anyway.

There's also an "acceptable risk" that companies will take. Not sure about food service, but I have been in meetings where 5% of customers fucked over is considered acceptable, with the dollar figures that follow. They probably take into account the total number of lawsuits they get for poisoning people, and the cost of the impact to the bottom line via lawsuits and bad marketing versus actually fixing the issue.

For example, if 10,000 people get food poisoning a year from iced tea, probably only a small percentage of those people will trace it back to McDonald's iced tea WITH tangible proof. It might be easier to pay for those lawsuits than actually fixing the issue. They'll pass some kind of memo out, showing they addressed the issue, and then blame the store management. Nothing really changes.

I was 38? Not sure. I was a teetotaller. I didn't drink because alcoholism ruined both sides of my family, and I didn't want to even be tempted. Drinking and being drunk had no appeal. When I drank ANY alcohol, my face would swell up: lips, tongue, sinuses, and throat. And that was stuff like Nyquil, or my wife at the time always wanted me to "just sip this foo-foo drink, and tell me it's not great!" My wife drank (responsibly) and liked big, fruity drinks, and she always wanted me to taste what she was having. My lips would swell up, but I always figured that was because I never drank and was a lightweight.

I was at a friend's wedding in Salem. Her side had maybe 5 people. The groom's side had over 100. The groom's side was Greek, and despite my multiple attempts to rebuff their stuffing wine down my mouth, it ended up happening because of stupid peer pressure. I probably had 2/3rds of a bottle. I felt like I had the biggest ENT infection ever; I saw amber, and then blacked out. Only I didn't. I was later told that "your face was red, but it was hard to see in all the dim lighting (it was an outdoor event). You seemed a little out of it, but I was drunk, soooo..." I woke up at the groom's brother's house in their guest bed. No memory of how I got there. I wasn't sick, as apparently I drank a lot of water, but I was pretty fucking terrified.

Everyone said I was nice, chatty, and I know I was awake because I texted sexy things to my wife. "Oh my god, you're drunk, and I am not there to see it!" was one of her replies. Shit. My nose was runny, I could barely swallow, and when I looked in the mirror, it looked like I had rosacea. When I went down to the kitchen, the bride and groom were there, and my friend said "you don't look so good." I told her what had happened, and she got REALLY angry, since it was her father in law who had made me drink (he claimed if i didn't drink his imported wine, he would be insulted, and it was bad luck). I drank lots of water, and eventually, the swelling went down and I could breathe normally. No sir, I didn't like it. I didn't see the appeal of being drunk.

Later, I decided that I wasn't mad about it. I had decided to just deal with the effects of alcohol instead of making a scene at a Greek wedding. "I can now say I was drunk once, I didn't die or make a fool of myself, and I still didn't like it." It kind of cemented "I will never drink," and I still haven't at 56.

A few years later, they were doing an allergy test, and it turns out I am allergic to alcohol. Not like anaphylaxis, but something called "flush" which is common with Asians, apparently (I am not Asian). That's why my body reacts that way, only I didn't know it because I never drank.

I look at it like, he kept us safe! Couldn't hurt, right?

Give them time to write it up! They police are having problems with the shared Google Doc permissions.

The DC Metro system has no public bathrooms. This causes problems, if you can imagine. I was starting my first week of work in Silver Spring, and as I was exiting the station, there was a woman in leather spandex stirrup pants yelling at the station manager she needed to use the bathroom. The station manager told her "we don't have bathrooms, lady." Back and forth as I passed them. Then the woman just said, "A-IIGHT!" backed up, pulled down the spandex, pulled aside her thong, squatted, and dropped a huge, coiling log right in front of the turnstiles.

We had a homeless (?) guy named "Gandalf." he was named that because he wore a stadium jacket with a broken zipper, tied at the waist with a rope, big floppy hat, and a cane. Used to rant in tongues. Near where I worked was the (now former) Discovery Building, and during "Shark Week," they put a HUGE inflatable shark "through" the building (head on one side, tail on the other. This thing was stories high). Gandalf used to spend time across the street, shouting biblical phrases at it like he was banishing some demon. Thanks for keeping us safe, Gandalf.

Before they build the STSS, there were "gangster types" that would hang around, gun handles poking from their waistbands. That stopped the DAY after football player Plaxico Burress nearly shot his dick off in a nightclub by having his gun stored in a similar way. Never saw guys flashing their gun like that since.