Bravo, motherfucker :D

*moot

I’ve seen you around Lemmy for a little while now. Why do you insist on referring to yourself in the 3rd person?

Couldn’t

Part of my job (fibre project engineer) is to oversee the building of fibre optic spine cables. Think of an 864 fibre cable snaking it’s way through town with various drop off nodes for local access networks to be built.

I also oversee the termination of the cable in the exchange, and the testing of the spine to make sure it’s within loss limits and that the right fibres are going to the right nodes.

I will often put a minor fault on in the exchange to see if the guys doing the testing pick up on the issue and report it back to me. Maybe a slightly dislodged connector, or fibre 275 crossed with fibre 276, for example.

Most of the time, the guys doing the testing will pickup on the issue and resolve it report it back to me. If it doesn’t get picked up on, I’ll make sure I keep a closer eye on the build crew.

He turtley did

The other is in the Albert Hall…

Imagine all the people

You’ll Never Work Again

Well, it’s better than nothing.

The lav. The bog. The crapper. The kharzi. The shitter. The toilet.

Do it for Yorkshire Tea

D2, B

Meh, I’m English and believe in the unification of Ireland.

Fuck him, he doesn’t deserve a quick way out.

It’s crazy to me how out of sync folks can be with their equipment. The feel of the brakes, the sound of a slightly under lubricated chain, the click of a loose spoke. I don’t know if I am over sensitive to things, but when something isn’t right with my bike, I know instantly.

You will KNOW when your pads are worn down to nothing. The metal on metal grinding, and horrendously long stopping distances should be a dead giveaway.

How do you know?

Because he fucking said so, that’s why!