Yes, exactly. Best Buy got Napster because they bought Roxio - the CD-Burning software company. LOL. "Roxio Toastt". Roxio was the first vulture to pick the bones of the original Napster, buying branding assets when the feds shut it down.

Invented virtualization.

Doesn't ANYBODY but me remember that "Napster" was actually RealNetworks? You know, the old Real.com that was the Internet's first scale, commercial streamer? Real became Rhapsody for several years. Rhapsody had no name recognition, so they bought the Napster name from it's owners... BEST BUY.

It gets weirder. Rhapsody had been Sonos' partner streaming service - and Rhapsody is also... I HEART RADIO. Now the whole Napster lot got dumped in the lap of venture capital vultures.

My Briefcase was like Dropbox for your 3.5" floppy disks. I think I upgraded to a Zip drive around that time. YIPPEE!

First they came for Boeing, and I didn't say anything because I wasn't all fucked up.

Got to be pretty unconventional to count as unconventional in QM.

Being a hippie never goes out of style.

Not everyone has enough money to do groundbreaking things like put a car in orbit.

I saw it when it came out, and thought it sucked donkey doodles.

Don't they know fake news is what everyone wants these days?

Perhaps I'm being too harsh. For example, if their boss is an MBA who gives out raises on the basis of how many pounds+gallons they produce or sell, they would be quite rational to request a report that shows how many pounds+gallons they have produced or sold.

For some suitable definition of "work".

In my experience, business "analysts" don't know what the hell they want, let alone how to specify it.

I've been asked to create reports that add pounds + gallons, and it's almost impossible to get them to understand why that's nonsense.

Why not? People who think their god will protect them don't need foxholes. People in foxholes are putting their trust in the boring but well-established ability of a thick pile of dirt to stop bullets.

I've been wondering what the authorities would do if I started selling updated accommodations for the afterlife. Want an extra garage or bath? Something closer to the golden throne, or further from all that off-key singing? Or most popular of all, something farther from those people.

Pay now and get it later, of course.