Daft Rambling

It Keebs Me Tame Micah had serious anger management problems and an org-wide reputation for making keycaps fly. Fortunately, this hardly affected his productivity—he had a mason jar teeming with spare caps and hot-swappable switches that none dared "borrow" from. The Jar of Spares and the PCB

Preparedly Unready Sometimes, it hardly matters how prepared one is. You could pull a weekly streak of all-nighters before an academic submission, think through every imaginable aspect of an overseas trip, or plan the perfect wedding, only for it all, through no fault of your own, to be a tragedy

Behind The Times I was conversing with a very good friend of mine whose progressiveness I severely underestimated.  We spoke about venereal diseases and how rolling the sex dice could spell life-long trouble for the unlucky. At the time, I'd gotten the clap, and I went on a

Bent Receptors You know someone's social cue receptors are cooked when you absolutely can't think of anything to say or do to get them to stop talking.  Generous Donation The brains of those who fail to notice the complete disinterest others have in topics they have

I work with a company that graciously pays for all employee lunches. The company contracts a vendor — who would want to deal with such a logistical nightmare, right? — that collects meals selected by its ungrateful workforce from a range of restaurants on rotation.  While having lunch today, I overheard a

It’s the year 2025, and the need for a reflection addiction rehabilitation center is more dire than ever—for recovering dope fiends, at least. You are unemployed. You wake up to a message on LinkedIn, and there’s also that long voice note your mom sent you. Your survival

I was on the way home when a stalking chugger approached me for “two minutes” of my time. Seconds of indecision later, I learned that he represented a cancer charity. I thought that was an easy one to duck, for I do what I can to support the cause but

What is the difference between meetings and lunch breaks? To some, it is one and the same. Let me tell you what the last thing I want to talk about during the one-hour break I have at a nine-to-five is: you guessed it, dumbass, work! This is when I get

Home labs are both a source of happiness and bone-shattering exasperation. Why do we do this to ourselves, especially those of us who do this shit for a living? Haven’t we had enough during the day? If so, why have we come back for a second round of battering?

I made it a habit to sometimes look at things from a cartoonish angle. It helps freshen my perspective and also holds my ego in check. Take the corporate world, for example. Looked at objectively, it's a bunch of people who commute to a shared workplace to look