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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
“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?”
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.
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.
MY personal favorite:
“Oh! Fuck me, Christ!”
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.
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.
We actually had one of my bosses say, “this is what we call a breakthrough,” yesterday. First time ever.
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?”
