When doing research on the KAC suppressor, I found out that a collective of a wealthy backer combined with a few others offered KAC a large undisclosed sum to do a new batch of the suppressor. KAC allegedly replied back with basically “we don’t feel like it.”
there are only a few thousand people left in america that know how to design an injection mold, even fewer for die casting and other molds/dies. a dying art that will cost the economy trillions of dollars over the next generation if we let it slip away.
Our CEO called me in a rage because his Zoom calls kept dropping.
He said his video was freezing every 15 seconds and asked if we were under a DDoS attack.
We weren't under a DDoS attack.
I was manually throttling the executive Wi-Fi network down to 128 kilobits per second.
I told him we were suffering from acute packet fragmentation due to an outdated routing table.
I explained that the incoming data packets were colliding in the local cache and tearing each other apart.
He asked how long it would take to rebuild the routing table.
I told him the only way to stop the fragmentation was to authorize my pending $85K budget request for a new fiber-optic firewall.
That request had been sitting on his desk for 3 weeks.
He pulled it up on his iPad and signed it while still on the phone with me.
The second the DocuSign email hit my inbox, I removed the bandwidth cap.
His Zoom feed instantly snapped into pristine 4K resolution.
He audibly gasped and told me I was an absolute miracle worker.
I told him I had to manually reroute the packet streams through a secure secondary tunnel.
I used the phrase "dynamic latency overriding."
He sent an email to the entire company praising the IT department for our rapid crisis response.
The new firewall budget is actually going to be used to build a private Classic server for my World of Warcraft guild.
I don't solve problems.
I manufacture minor technological hostage situations.
Bandwidth is just leverage.
In 1958, MIT fraternity pledges measured the Harvard Bridge by laying freshman Oliver Smoot down end to end as a human measuring stick. Their final measurement? 364.4 Smoots + 1 ear, a measurement that is still marked on the bridge today.
The markings are still repainted today and have even become useful to Boston and Cambridge police for identifying locations along the bridge. Google joined in on the joke too, adding “Smoots” as a measurement option in Google Earth and its unit converter.
Smoot himself went on to become president of the International Organization for Standardization, the organization responsible for developing measurement standards worldwide—a pretty ironic ending for the man who accidentally became a unit of measurement.
Controversial Dutch politician Pim Fortuyn gives an interview to Rotterdams Dagblad in which he says “I am in favor of a Cold War with Islam. I see Islam as an extraordinary threat, a hostile religion.”
He elaborates that he does not believe that Islam is compatible with or tolerant to Western values.
The fans got Deadpool off the ground so many years ago. Yesterday, 10 years after the first film and exactly 2 years after Deadpool & Wolverine, I felt so lucky to be on the #SDCC floor with everyone whose unapologetic devotion brings so much joy to this world.
In a public ceremony, New York investor Larry Silverstein purchases the World Trade Center complex for $3.22 billion on a 99-year lease, to expire in the year 2100.
Silverstein is a doting, personal owner; he famously breakfasts at Windows on the World each and every morning.
A 20-year-old ran a $400 record out of his dorm room. It grew into a label sold for $100,000,000.
1984, an NYU dorm room. Rick Rubin, a punk kid who can't play an instrument or work a mixing board, presses a rap single with a 16-year-old named LL Cool J. Cost to make: $400.
Freight trucks back up to his dorm and unload 40,000 12-inch singles at a time. He ships them to distributors across the country from a college bedroom.
"I Need a Beat" sells over 100,000 copies. He calls the label Def Jam and brings in Russell Simmons.
1985: the major labels notice. Columbia signs a distribution deal. Rubin, still 20, mails his parents a xerox of his first advance check, $600,000, to explain why he's skipping law school.
His method breaks every rule. He tells Esquire he knows nothing about music, that his job is taste and culture, not notes. He just listens.
The roster he builds: LL Cool J, Beastie Boys, Public Enemy, Run-DMC, then Slayer. Beastie Boys' debut becomes the first rap LP to top the Billboard 200.
1999: Def Jam sells to Universal for $100,000,000. Rubin had already left in 1988 to build another label, then produced Johnny Cash, Adele, Jay-Z, and Kanye.
The audit: 9 Grammys, a Rock & Roll Hall of Fame induction, and a personal fortune near $300,000,000. He still doesn't play an instrument.
He couldn't read a note. He built hip-hop's biggest label from a dorm bed.
Nightly walk through Ann Arbor and a quick visit to the stadium of the University of Michigan. This is the biggest stadium in the US and the third largest in the whole world (107,601 capacity)🤯
The Germans are revering Taco Bell.
The Swedes are dumbfounded by ranch.
The English have discovered the sun.
Just wait until the Europeans look up and see this ahead of Tunisia-Uzbekistan.
In 1983, Cliff Young, a 61-year-old potato farmer, showed up in work boots to compete in Australia’s toughest ultramarathon alongside elite athletes. Unaware that competitors were meant to sleep during the race, he kept running continuously. Against all expectations, he won by a margin of 10 hours.
In 1983, Cliff Young, a 61-year-old potato farmer, arrived at the start of the Westfield Sydney to Melbourne Ultramarathon looking entirely out of place. The race, stretching nearly 600 miles across Australia, was typically reserved for elite endurance athletes with specialized training, equipment, and support teams. Cliff turned up in loose overalls and rubber work boots, and most observers assumed he would not even make it through the first day.
Yet Cliff had spent much of his life herding sheep on his family farm, often covering long distances on foot for hours at a time. His running style was nothing like the others—short, shuffling, and unorthodox—but it was steady and relentless. Crucially, he was unaware of the standard race strategy, where competitors ran in long shifts and then slept for several hours. Cliff simply kept moving.
While the favorites stopped to rest, he continued through the night. As the days passed, it became clear he was not just surviving the race—he was leading it. Spectators began lining the route to watch the slow, determined figure pass mile after mile.
After 5 days, 15 hours, and 4 minutes, Cliff Young crossed the finish line in first place, finishing about 10 hours ahead of his nearest competitor and shattering the previous record by nearly two days. When he learned there was prize money, he reportedly gave it away to the other runners, saying they had all worked just as hard.
His distinctive running style later became known as the “Young Shuffle.” Initially mocked, it was eventually studied by ultramarathon athletes for its efficient, energy-conserving motion over extreme distances.
Happy Tax Day everyone. Reminder on this day 30 years ago Grandma Gilmore refused to pay her taxes and had her home seized by the IRS. Starting the domino effect that eventually lead to Gilmore joining the tour and me losing another gold jacket. Thanks a lot Grandma.