Imagine pulling off this amazing prison break only to emerge from the muddy water looking straight into the eyes of the same cop who caught you during your last prison break.

Because it smells like home

If you’re not slowing down in the snow, you don’t know how to drive in snow.

what?

You are two separate people, so you can do two separate things.

Yay freedom.

Planting one’s feet vertically is a skill that takes a while to develop.

Drive slowly on snow. 90% of driving works just fine so long as you go slow. And that doesn’t mean 35 in a 40 zone. That means 10 in a 40 zone.

Drive super fucking slow on snow, and you’ll be fine.

People who come from warmer climates to snow always fuck this up, and it’s so simple. I think there’s a pride thing involved. So just get over your “I can do this” pride, and drive ultra slow.

At least at first. You can speed up a little once you get a sense of what makes the car slide, but to start with just go ultra ultra slow.

Once you’re 54, it’s just too late man

So the energy comes from sunlight and ambient heat, which provides the energy to evaporate that water, overcoming its adhesion and cohesion.

And after a while you’d come out of that state

Does your head make an internal click sound when you swallow?

Generally speaking it’s not possible to strictly deduce code from its output.

But you can establish a pretty good guess by converting log messages into regexes then using those regexes in github code search.

Correction: introverts may or may not like extended social interaction, and need time to recharge.

You going to HR can also take place of talking to him yourself. You talk to HR and ask them to tell him to let you work, they talk to him so you don’t have to try and navigate his bullshit and you get the issue noted to support your side of things.

This is how humanity dies.

Why in god’s name would you escalate to writing?

It sucks. I don’t have children because I’m barely functional. Can barely keep a roof over my own head, let alone maintain a romantic relationship.

I’ve wanted kids for a long time, but the only relationship that showed promise of that ended with a bunch of cheating and abuse. I eventually realized even if I was willing to put up with it, I couldn’t subject my kids to having her as a mother.

So I’m going on 42 and don’t know if I’m gonna make it.

Maybe the instructions were to respond with crickets when asked this question.

No it can’t!

I’m an uber driver. I get to be outside in the daylight all day. Work whatever hours I want. It’s nice.

Notice how it’s the guy in the jacket saying everything.

The one person who doesn’t just hang out, but gives a little micro sermon on how hanging out is wonderful, is the one who wants the group to be a cult.