Major ice sheets are evaporating, and there's someone in the wild that says, "hay, this is normal, don't worry." And then another person says, "Hay, this is great publishing!" It's like being in a theater and someone yells, "Fire!" and then a chorus of voices blocking the Exits screams, "There is no Fire!"
So who in this story is saying "Don't Worry" and who is "Blocking the Exits" ?
I get the part about "Great Publishing" and "Fire" - end-of-the-world stories make great news.
But the rest of your comment is way over my head
incredibly fucking awesome engineers get paid megabucks to do their job and then they jump in their Ferrari, go home to their lingerie model wife, get a blowjob right before their private chef serves them their meal, and then, if he's in the mood, bangs her sister - the swim suite model - while the wife watches and masturbates.
BTW, you'll never see them post on Slashdot because: They're creating awesome World saving software They're shopping for a new Ferrari Banging their model Wife or her sister or her lingerie model friends or all of them at once. Or he's reading tech journals while sipping single malt 500 year old scotch. Sleeping from all the work and model banging he has been doing.
So exactly whats the serial number of the universe your living in ?
Great *salesmen* do the above. Great *Engineers* rarely
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