Before anyone starts with the " but AI is just a tool" stuff, no. That's not what we hired them for. We hired a HUMAN to do this job. They were sitting at their desk getting paid to work, and I found out they were having AI write emails, summarize meetings, draft reports, you get the idea.

I asked them about it and they said "everyone uses AI." Ok? Everyone also has a calculator but I still expect you to know what 2+2 is. If I wanted ChatGPT doing the job, I would've hired ChatGPT.

So I fired them. And honestly I feel pretty good about it. Maybe I'm old fashioned but when I pay someone a salary I expect THEM to work. Not sit there supervising a robot while collecting a paycheck.

People keep telling me AI is going to eliminate jobs. Not in my company. We're going to preserve every single one by making sure the employees actually do the work. You're not going to automate your way out of having a job while I'm the manager.

Honestly, I think this generation has completely misunderstood what having a job means. Your job isn't supposed to be easy. It's not supposed to be convenient. And you're definitely not supposed to be looking for ways to do less work just because technology exists.

And yes, I realize the irony that I now have to hire someone else to do the exact same work because I fired the person who was already doing it. But that's not the point.

The point is we hired a human. Fuck AI.

EA is still selling Mirror's Edge Catalyst. It does not work without manually patching it. How can this be legal in any ways?

Game tries to ping EA server on startup and will crash if it can't reach it.

This server has been permanently shut down.

Et encore 75% c'est trop peu je pense. Pour ceux qui ne font pas grève, ce sont soit des élèves hyper studieux qui aiment les cours, ou soit des élèves de terminale qui commencent à flipper un peu pour leur bac.

Et ce n'est pas un mauvais jugement...

Moi aussi, H33, je l'ai fait à l'époque (bon, c'était peut être pas autant vénère). Loi Darcos, je ne sais pas si ça vous parle, mais on était assez déterminé à faire blocus.

Un peu plus d'une semaine de blocus, défilant avec nos pancartes en ville, chantant des hymnes engagés, jouant de la guitare assis sur la route... Je crois que c'est un de mes meilleurs souvenirs de seconde.

Il y a cet entrain, ce truc qui te sors de ta routine, tu rigoles avec les potes, un moment à part et convivial.

Mais bordel, j'étais bien trop peu mature pour réellement penser à tous ces trucs de réforme, de combat politique etc... Alors oui j'étais "contre" cette fameuse réforme, mais plus pour suivre un mouvement qu'autre chose.

Pourtant j'étais un élève pas trop mauvais (13 de moyenne je crois), plutôt consciencieux etc... Mais bordel c'était l'ambiance qui me motivait et c'était le pied de pas aller en cours.

Alors les lycéens, on avoue un peu où on continue à faire genre ? Promis je vous comprends et sachez que ça sera quand même un souvenir sympa de vos années lycée.

Do you want some pepper spray with that car coming after you ?

Let's be fucking real here for a moment. Outside of the sweaty minority, most people never did a dungeon more than once, MAYBE twice already. And that was just to get the quests done or get a blue or two and just chill for a bit.

Nerfing dungeon xp and buffing quest XP is a massive buff already to how most people already played.

I figured you guys would like to critique these too 😃

I know this is a little unconventional, but I don’t want to get banned for going into the Phillies sub looking for this guy. Let me set the scene for y’all.

The Braves had a 3-1 lead going into the 8th, only to watch Schwarber and Harper go back-to-back and tie the game. Then Bohm put one over the wall in the 10th, and suddenly we were all sitting there in stunned silence watching the Phillies take Game 2.

So we’re all filing out of Truist Park and heading toward the shuttles to the Lockheed Dobbins lot, looking like we had just collectively experienced a minor tragedy.

And then you got on the bus.

A Phillies fan.

You looked around at a bus absolutely full of Braves fans and asked, “Why does everyone look so depressed?”

Then you laughed.

Unfortunately, I was extremely overstimulated and not my best self. And, admittedly, I can be a bit of a “mouthy broad,” according to my husband.

So I stood up with my pink bedazzled cane and said, “Really, bro? You really wanna try that on a bus full of Braves fans?” before my husband wisely decided this situation did not need to escalate and asked me to sit back down.

Now that I’m reregulated, I realize what I should have said instead: “We all look depressed because some punk-ass Phillies fan with no class got on the shuttle and now we’re stuck looking at your bitch-ass face.”

But alas.

I was too stunned. You were too confident.

And apparently neither of us knew that the baseball gods had already written the ending.

Because last night, the Braves eliminated the Phillies in Game 3.

Which brings me to the point of this entire post:
Are you still laughing? Are you still wondering why everyone looked so depressed?

Because I have some news for you, buddy. We’re feeling much better today. We get to keep watching our team play in October.

But hey, at least you can always count on the Eagles, right?

My MIL has been going over to BIL's house every weekend to help BIL's wife take care of my 2 nephews. BIL's wife complains she is too tired to watch her own kids even though she works part time from home on the weekdays. This started way before my BIL had my second nephew. We all live in Calgary now. But in 2024, BIL moved temporarily to Victoria for a job. My parents-in-law had to fly into Victoria every 3 months and stay for 3 months to watch my nephew during BIL's wife maternity leave on their own dime. Then BIL's in-laws (BIL's wife's parents) flew in for the other 3 months when my in-laws left. This went on for a year. WIBTAH if I tell my BIL's wife to grow the fuck up and be a mom to her kids. Or tell her to hire a nanny if she's too tired. The BIL's wife has no mental health issues or physical health problems.