Great idea! Let’s huddle with the Coach at the retrospective.

Well, you’re supposed to refer to them as “rituals”. “Meetings” are so waterfall. No wonder it isn’t working.

Agile is LinkedIn religious bollocks. Might as well just pray. Bunch of corporate nonsense.

BUt YoUrE NoT DoINg it RIghT!!1!

Should be reciting the creed in Latin, presumably.

TIL there is vim for Windows.

https://www.vim.org/download.php

Easily amused, you might say.

The US Attorney General John Ashcroft singing his wonderfully jingoistic 2002 masterpiece “Let the Eagle Soar”

https://yewtu.be/watch?v=woLQI8X2R6Y

yeah, but now it’s even funnier to read complaints about Swift-plane memes.

je ne sais quoi

Published Feb 19, 2023 12:37 PM by The Maritime Executive

Sailing cargo ships are making a genuine comeback. Japanese bulk carrier MOL is operating a wind-assisted ship. American food giant Cargill is working with Olympic sailor Ben Ainslie to deploy WindWings on its routes. Swedish shipping company Wallenius is aiming for Oceanbird to cut emissions by up to 90%. The French start-up Zephyr & Borée has built the Canopée, which will transport parts of European Space Agency’s Ariane 6 rocket this year.

https://maritime-executive.com/editorials/sailing-cargo-ships-are-making-a-genuine-comeback

No need for /s - this is no less illogical than most of their other arguments.

At this point, I’m just so sick of every little thing being a huge struggle

Suffering is inevitable. This is the first noble truth in Buddhism. Troubleshooting Linux is Tao.

well, well, turns out he’s a complete fruitcake. Whod’ve guessed?

Hardly ever use Windows myself, but I’m pretty sure you can just download it from Microsoft and refuse all the nags to register it when you are installing it.

I choose black.

It was nice while it lasted. Moved to MX.

Presumably, we can expect 404 to eventually replace 42 as the answer to everything.

That’s Capricorn is it? https://piped.video/watch?v=WIjBO26qjYM (Life of Brian - 3 wise men)

ahem - nobody I know will use X.

Operating Revenue: 33,723,297,000

Cost of Revenue: 19,715,368,000

Gross Profit: 14,007,929,000

Operating Expense: 7,053,926,000

Operating Income: 6,954,003,000

Eric Bogle - The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

https://yewtu.be/watch?v=WG48Ftsr3OI

Now, when I was a young man, I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over

Then in 1915, my country said, "Son
It's time you stop rambling, 'cause there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter

Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he primed himself well
He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia

But the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury the slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again 

Now those who were left  did their best to survive
In that mad world of death, blood, and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
While the corpses around me piled higher

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done - well, I wished I was dead
Never knew there was worse things than dying

For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda
To the green bush far and free
For to hang tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla

And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn and to pity

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
And they turned all their faces away

And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory

And the old men march slowly, their bones stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question

But the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, those old men disappear
Someday no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing matilda
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard 
As you pass by that billabong
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.