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His brother was probably being kind too. He probably said the 1940s equivalent of “Well fuck me sideways, I can’t believe that shit actually worked!”
Similar to programming.
stares at monitor
scrolls mouse wheel
fuck, cocking shit, unbelievable
scrolls mouse
what moron wrote this?
ctrl+f, typing
oh. fucking imbecile, dunce, fuckballs, ass
types 3 letters, hits “run”
ah fixed! another shining golden piece of God’s own perfect code completed!
Collaboration: “Fuck… Let’s slap some duct tape on this and never speak of it again.”
“I don’t have to comment this; it’s obvious why I did that…”
–me
what moron wrote this?
*runs*
git blameIt was bloody me!
Only a few hundred times, but I’ve learned my lesson…!
but I’ve learned my lesson
To use
git blamebefore calling out the moronity, or to not usegit?Just use
git blame-someone-else.Yes.
When there’s finally a positive result: “Impossible! What did I do wrong?”
In the same vein, “Holy shit, that WORKED?”
The Most Exciting Phrase in Science Is Not ‘Eureka!’ But ‘That’s Odd!’
“Huh.”, too
When I worked in research our lab staff spoke 10 different languages.
After a couple of years, everyone swore fluently in 10 languages.
That only needs a couple of nights at the pub, I’d think.
“Wait… THAT’S all the data we have?!?” (for data-driven experiments)
“We couldn’t get any more subjects?” (for human subject experiments)
“Is it statistically significant?”
“FML this isn’t publishable, is it?”
Mine is: fuck it, I’m going into industry. And then I don’t.
I always liked what Charles Darwin wrote to J. D. Hooker in 1853:
After describing a set of forms, as distinct species, tearing up my M.S., & making them one species; tearing that up & making them separate, & then making them one again (which has happened to me) I have gnashed my teeth, cursed species, & asked what sin I had committed to be so punished […]
It describes perfectly the feelings of a biologist while doing taxonomy work.
Sometimes telling errors (and things I drop on the floor) to “go fuck yourself” is the most social interaction I have between stand-up and EOD.
MY personal favorite:
“Oh! Fuck me, Christ!”
The bottom left is in arse-ON mode.
Fucking work for once you piece of fuck. Fuck this day. Fuck this shit. Fuck this degree. Fuck.
I’m in histo/path and I feel like gordon Ramsey sometimes. HOW DARE YOU SERVE ME THIS SAMPLE, ITS RAW!!! (under/not fixed or processed or decalcified properly)
I think they more commonly say, “what is wrong with my advisor and why did I choose grad school?”
We actually had one of my bosses say, “this is what we call a breakthrough,” yesterday. First time ever.
