Hellcat Pacifica? Oh, Hell Yeah!

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 19:25
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These YouTubers already plan to take what they learned with this one and build a second Hellcat-swapped Pacifica that's even better.

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Posted by Ben Weiss

Knowledge is power, folks. This applies to everything including discoveries you might make about your partner.

This woman learned that her husband had been cheating on her with another woman for quite some time now. Rather than confront him directly as most people would do, she decided to quietly wait until the perfect moment arose for her to reveal exactly what she knew. 

Based on her account of the final months of their relationship, it's clear that things were going sour already. When she told her boyfriend that she planned to move out when their lease ends in March, he admitted to feeling totally "blindsided." She didn't say anything about the woman with whom he was having an affair, so he thought he had leverage here. Despite the fact that she had suggested staying roommates with him until March, he told he wanted her gone by the end of the month.

She proceeded to make other arrangements, and not long after she moved out, she finally met his new girlfriend. She moved into the apartment practically immediately after the author left. Despite her ex's insistence that there was not any overlap, the author knew otherwise.

When she ran into the new girlfriend, she told her the truth. It turns out that the girlfriend was never aware that the author had been in a relationship with her boyfriend. She simply thought they were roommates this whole times, and that the author was not comfortable with him having her over to their place. Well, you can imagine how the new girlfriend responded to that revelation!

Empty seat

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 19:26
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Today, I booked a flight to see my girlfriend. At least I thought she was coming, the flight isn't cancellable because I was broke and could only afford the minimum ticket. I just wanted to make her happy. Well, it's now four days before the flight and I haven't heard from her for a week. I've been left on 'delivered', thinking at 4 am. FML
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Posted by Bar Mor Hazut

Do you owe anything to your workplace after you tell them you quit?

It takes a lot of courage to decide you can no longer work somewhere that makes you unhappy. It usually also means you have reached the end of the rope; you tried everything to make it work, and you have concluded that the only thing left to do is leave. That takes a lot of guts and a lot of self-reflection; neither is easy to obtain.

Since you reached the end of the rope, the last few weeks you have left to work after handing in your notice are probably not the most productive ones. Why would you give anything other than the bare minimum to a workplace that basically drove you out the door? The last weeks at a job are meant for closing loose ends and ensuring you will not be bothered after you leave; nothing else should matter other than making these two things happen by your last day.

That is why the employee in the story below was so surprised when they learned what management expected of them in their last 6 weeks at the job. When they quit, they made it clear that the reason they handed in their resignation was that they were burned out and felt stretched beyond capacity, which was definitely the company's fault. Then, they also made it clear that they will not take on new clients so they could focus on successfully handling and transferring their (already too many) existing clients to another employee.

At first, it seemed like their manager understood, as they handled the resignation politely and professionally. That was until the employee discovered management was talking about them behind their back, saying they're selfish for not taking on new clients. They acted as if this employee betrayed the team and that their quitting was somehow unfair to the company.

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Posted by Bar Mor Hazut

The relationship between celebrities and the public has always been parasocial. We think we know someone we've never met just because we see them in a movie, or we follow them on Instagram. But lately, these relationships have become disturbingly procedural. The internet convinces you that if you watch a celebrity closely, you'll learn everything you need to know about them. Did they smile enough? Did they make eye contact? Did they pass the vibe check in under ten seconds? These days, especially thanks to the Glambot, we've apparently decided that a split-second red-carpet interaction is all it takes to determine whether a celebrity is a nice person or a horrible human being.

What’s happening in Minnesota is Science

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 16:19
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Posted by PZ Myers

My state is impressing the world with its communal cooperation and altruism. It turns out we’re just responding in a normal human way.

In sociology, there’s a term to describe this phenomenon: “bounded solidarity.” Alejandro Portes, a prominent sociologist at Princeton University, first introduced the term in a paper published in The Annual Review of Sociology in 1998. It’s used to describe when a community is bound by a crisis, and during this time, it can lead to extreme acts of altruism and kindness that aren’t usually seen in non-crisis times.

OK, nice of sociologists to provide a name for the phenomenon.

We are seeing this in Minnesota right now. Multiple media reports have highlighted the ways in which the community has come together. Volunteers are delivering groceries so immigrants can hide at home. People are raising money to help Minnesotans cover rent because they haven’t felt safe to go to work. People are taking each other’s kids to school, organizing shifts for people to stand guard and protect immigrants in their neighborhoods. As NPR recently reported, when a preteen got her period for the first time — a preteen who hadn’t felt safe enough to leave the house to go to school — a community rallied together and launched an underground operation to get her pads. Minnesotans have been braving the below-freezing cold to show up for protests and denounce the violence in their communities for weeks.

These acts of kindness and solidarity matter because it’s exactly what people need to move through a crisis, build resilience, and transform a community for the better. Daniel Aldrich, a professor at Northeastern University teaching disaster resilience, and a survivor of Hurricane Katrina, once told me that when it comes to a disaster, his research found that community-based responses are more successful than individual-based ones.

You mean like mutual aid? The antithesis of the rugged individualism this country usually promotes? We’ve been talking about that for a century or so.

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Posted by Taija PerryCook

There's been a wave of misinformation surrounding the deaths of Renee Good and Alex Pretti, as well as federal agents' arrests.
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Posted by Remy Millisky

Woman in gray tank top and gray workout pants sits on yoga mat and stretches bent arms behind head while twisting
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The image does not depict the actual subjects of the story. Subjects are models.

Who wouldn't want an easy way to accomplish all their health goals while doing… basically nothing?

All of us, that's who. And it's a promise we've been chasing after since the dawn of time – or, at least since the 1960s, when exercise belts came into fashion. The dream is to be able to relax, without a drop of sweat breaking out on your face, while watching your favorite show or scrolling TikTok, and the whole time, you're improving your own health. And that's exactly what vibration plates promise — tons of benefits with almost zero effort. But do they deliver on that promise? 

Starting in 2024, yet still ramping up their sales pitches today, TikTokers have been selling vibration plates as the latest fad. They look an awful lot like Wii Fit boards, which provided a childhood of fun to an entire generation. But instead of pretending to jump from a ski slalom or playing Balance Bubble, today's kids will be getting the benefit of sitting still while buzzing at high speed. 

There are plenty of touted benefits to vibration plates. All you have to do is stand or sit on it for a while, and your muscles react to the constant vibrations. Surprisingly enough, they may help people burn fat, help heal and build up muscles after a workout. You might improve your cortisol and bl**d pressure levels, lowering your daily stress levels, and assisting with lymphatic drainage

One of their benefits is for older folks, who can perform balance and strength training on it — some evidence suggests that these things can be good for osteoporosis treatments. For those with a sedentary lifestyle, using this plate could offer numerous benefits just by getting their circulation up. So while it might not greatly benefit a 35-year-old woman who runs 15 miles a week and eats a Mediterranean diet, it might be worth it to buy one of these things for your 95-year-old Grandpa, who can rest his legs on it while watching his shows. 

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Posted by Etai Eshet

A university employee retires after giving five months' notice, only to find her managers ignored repeated warnings about the difficulty of replacing her and now blame her for the resulting chaos. When the system fails, the easiest target is the one who walked away.

It wasn't a surprise departure. It was a slow, careful exit, announced well in advance, with regular reminders that the job was specialized and nearly impossible to fill. The clearance required wasn't something you could pick up in a training session. It was years of experience and paperwork, and she made sure everyone knew it. Still, the managers acted like they had all the time in the world, waiting until three weeks before her last day to even post the job. When no qualified applicants showed up, they tried to guilt her into staying, invoking the students and their funding as if she were personally responsible for their poor planning.

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Posted by PZ Myers

It’s cold across much of the country. There’s snow and ice on the ground.

IT’S A CONSPIRACY!

At least, some stupid people are trying to imagine alien weirdness going on, including this desperate ignorance from Candace Owens, who thinks it’s artificial because it doesn’t melt at 30°F.

I looked at some of the comments. Many are trying to explain to her that the freezing point of water is 32°F, and that 30 is less than 32, and some mention that the temperature in Connecticut when she was horrified by frozen water was actually 25°F. Others are agreeing that yes, it’s a government or alien conspiracy.

Remember this when Candace Owens trots out another bizarre conspiracy theory. I think the lawsuit by Brigitte Macron against her is going to go well.

A resilient Minnesotan

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 13:53
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Posted by PZ Myers

An ugly old white man (I can say it, I’m one of them) took a seat in the front row of an Ilhan Omar speech, and then jumped up, shouted something unintelligible, whipped out a syringe, and sprayed something unpleasant and bad smelling on her. Then he was promptly tackled.

That’s a metaphor for something — ineffectual, horrible person making a stink and trying to disrupt a democratic event. Even more appropriate is the response by Omar.

Omar continued to talk after the disturbance, commenting: “We will continue. These f****** a**holes are not going to get away with it.”

Exactly right. Say it!

“We’re going to keep talking … just give me 10 minutes. Just give me 10 minutes. I beg you,” Omar told a man, who appeared to be security. “Please don’t let them have the show.”

“Here is the reality that people like this ugly man don’t understand. We are Minnesota strong, and we will stay resilient in the face of whatever they might throw at us,” she continued.

“Everybody settle down. I’m going to finish my remarks. It is important for me to continue to lead my Democratic colleagues in demanding her (DHS Secretary Kristi Noem) resignation. And like I said, if she does not resign, we are going to introduce articles of impeachment.”

I like representatives who have a clear idea of what needs to be done, and Ilhan Omar has that power.

Nine Days Before / Eight Days Before

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 10:12
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= July 10, 1982 (Nine Days Before) =



I sighed and trudged yet again down the Athens General Hospital corridor, my still-unfamiliar stethoscope sliding around where I’d looped it around my uniform collar. Cardiac monitors dinged and glucose IV admin machines beeped from rooms on either side of the hallway. Plastic pill cup in hand, I knocked politely on the door of Room 337, two patient beds, part of my current rotation assignment. Hearing no answer, I stepped in once more and approached the bed on the right. James Samperson. Age 87, diabetic, renal failure, multiple amputee due to circulation shutdown, do not resuscitate order on file. Prescriptions in his chart for Lasix and Digoxin and Lopressor and a few other such medical substances, none of which I’d managed to get him to swallow on my previous visit. Antiseptic whiff of Betadine overlaying a nasty undersmell of terminal organic rot.

“Mr. Samperson?”, I said, peering around the edge of the plastic ceiling-hung privacy curtain. Mr. Samperson hadn’t budged since I’d been here before, still glaring into the empty hospital air above his bed sheets, his dentureless lips pouting. He didn’t acknowledge my presence, let alone confirm his identity, so as per protocols I once again turned the plastic arm band on his wrist to a position where I could read what was printed there. Yep, still him.

I’d thought of attempting to discuss his predicament with him, but the nursing supervisors don’t like us to bring up death and dying if the patient hasn’t done so first. And coming from me, a 23 year old white male nursing student in good health, it could come across as absurd and pretentious: what could I possibly know about how it is for him?

“Mr. Samperson, your doctor prescribed the medications in this cup. And it’s my responsibility to bring them to you and explain what they’re for or answer any questions you’ve got...”

I stepped closer, into his space, watching his face. I spoke more quietly, “Will you take your medications? However you want to do this. I can give them to you one at a time, or all together... I have some of this applesauce, if that makes it easier to go down...?”

Lips compressed into a tight frown, Mr. James Samperson jerked his head an inch to the side, away from me. Then back, and repeat. *Uh uh. No.*







* * *







“I *did* try again. He’s refusing. He’s not incompetent so we can’t make him. It’s not going to make any difference in his outcome. He’s dying. He knows it, his doctor knows it, we know it. It says so in his charts. This floor is where he’s been put to live his last days, and his dignity is all he’s got. He doesn’t want to take the pills.”

Ms. Thompson, my nursing instructor, did a long exhale and stared at me. She snatched the pill cup from my hands and aimed the leading point of her nursing cap in a directional jerk, a familiar signal to follow her back down the hall. She entered 337 and chirped, “Mr. Samperson? Good afternoon, hon. Okay, we’re just going to swallow some pills, all right sweetie? This won’t take but a moment.” She pushed a finger past his tightened lips while pressing the edge of the plastic cup. His mouth opened and Ms. Thompson’s wrist tipped. In went the capsules. “Now let’s drink a little water, dear, so those won’t stick in your throat.” She poured a splash and he swallowed convulsively. “That’s good. Now you can get back to resting and we won’t bother you for awhile.” She looked over at my face. The message on hers was pretty plain: *See, now was that so hard?* “Now you need to get his bed sores treated and give him a bath and get some food into him. You saw what I did.”

“It’s not right to treat him like he’s a child. I’m not comfortable making him do things once he’s refused.”

“Well”, she said, “that’s going to be a problem.”



= July 11, 1982 (Eight Days Before) =





I pressed down on the wet brown mass of tea leaves with the back of the spoon. Additional rivulets of coppery brown concentrated tea ran down through the strainer and into the waiting glass pitcher. I’ve known some people who would wince if they saw me doing this, claiming it was making the brew bitter, but Grandma and Grandpa had been parents during the Great Depression and this was how they wanted it done. You have to squeeze things and get more out of them.

I placed the tea pitcher on the dining table. “Can I do anything else?”

Grandma shook her head. “You go sit down and relax. There ain’t nothin’ else until these sweet potatoes get done. I’m just about to put some of those turnip greens on the stove to reheat and this kitchen don’t have room for more than one person.”

So I went back into the living room to hang out with Grandpa. He was eased back in the broad comfortable blond leather chair that had *always* been his chair, Grandpa’s chair, as far back as I could remember. He was resting now, but had just come in from mowing the lawn about ten minutes ago. Something he officially had no business doing, not since his electrolytes got all messed up and he’d had to be hospitalized. His balance and his strength were still impaired and might never recover, and in theory I was here to take care of him, not just to be a freeloader living in their home. But Grandpa had decided that the handle of the lawnmower was about the same height as the grip of his walker, and would hold him up just fine while he pushed it around the yard.

Grandpa gave me a cheerful nod. He wasn’t a person easily discouraged, not that he’d argue with anyone but you’d turn your back for a moment and he’d be out mowing the lawn. It’s kind of hard to fault a 76 year old diabetic who’d rather behave like he was still alive and kicking than accept limitations.

“How was that? You feel okay?”, I asked him.

“Tolerably well”, he stated. “It’s nice out. And how’re you doing yourself?”

I gave a brief answer that skimmed over the complexity of that particular situation and sat back on the living room couch. Or, as my grandparents would refer to it, the settee.

I’m comfortable with companionable silence or conversation, but after a moment Grandpa leaned forward, rose, and switched on the television and it responded immediately with the cash-register dings and applause of *The Price is Right* so after a gameshow question or two I put on headphones and cued up some Rimsky-Korsakov to drown out the noise.



The phone rang. I didn’t hear it right away over the strains of classical music. Grandma answered it and after a couple minutes called out to me. “Derek, it’s Kate, wanting to talk to you.” ‘Kate’ meaning my mom. Her daughter. I knew what this was about. Okay, let’s get this over with. I accepted the sturdy black Bell Telephone receiver Grandma was offering me.

“Hi, Mama.”

“Hi. Well...? Have you heard anything from them?”

“Yeah. They’re suspending me from the nursing program. Ms. Thompson says if it were up to her, they’d see about letting me finish my clinical rotation at a different hospital, but her colleagues see me as not enough of a team player.”

My Dad’s voice broke in. “You don’t know how sorry I am to hear this. I thought this was working for you, that for once you were going to finish something you had started and get on with your life. Now here we are again, and I just don’t know what to do with you at this point.” I visualized him on the other extension, probably the one in the bedroom while my Mom held the wall phone while seated in the kitchen. Parents with a mission to perform.

“I wish you’d never gotten involved with those people doing drugs”, my Mom sighed. “You used to be such a good student, and so responsible. Now I’m afraid you’ve damaged yourself to the point you can’t do anything any more.”

“That’s unfair! I told you what happened! I do fine in the classroom. I’ve got nearly perfect grades. And my patients like me, Ms. O’Neill used me as an example when she was discussing how to do the daily care, and my chart notes too, even Ms. Dixon says they’re detailed and clear and professional. The only problem is the same as before, I’m not comfortable treating patients like they don’t have any say-so about themselves. Last time it was a woman on postpartum who didn’t want a male nurse examining her episiotomy incision. Both times the nursing instructor said it’s part of the job, so just do it. Well, maybe it’s better to know going in, that I don’t want a job where I push people around!”

“I understand that”, Daddy replied, “but you have to find something! You can’t turn your nose up at everything and say it’s not for you! You’re 23 years old now. Do you realize that when I was that age, I was married and you’d already been born? I was taking on adult responsibility, and you need to do the same!”

Mama chimed in, “We’ve... we keep financing you for school. We paid for you to go to University of Mississippi and you dropped out. We paid for you to go to UNM even though it’s not the school we thought was best for you, and you got yourself kicked out. Now you’re suspended from the nursing program. It’s getting expensive and we’re not exactly getting any return on our investment!”



“That’s not fair either!”, I said, exhaling heavily. “I finished the auto mechanics school, and did my best to get jobs and support myself when I got out. And I didn’t ‘get myself kicked out’ at UNM. They had no right to sign me into that place, I hadn’t done anything to hurt anyone or threaten anyone, it was all a misunderstanding and it wasn’t my fault!”

“Nothing ever is, is it?”

Daddy interceded. “I don’t think it’s productive to talk about blame and fault, that’s not the point. We need to think about what’s next. We’re not giving up on you but we can’t just keep repeating the same things that didn’t work the first time and expecting different results.”

Mama said, “Mother says you’re a real help around the house and you’ve been taking care of your Grandpa a lot better than the home attendants ever did, so you’re pulling your weight, and I’m glad you’re there with them, they need you. But we were so hopeful that you’d turn this into an opportunity and that nursing would suit you. We love you and we want what’s best for you. We’re just frustrated because we don’t know what that is.”


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I'm seeking feedback on my book Within the Box right here, one chapter at a time.

I'm hoping people will read it and comment on it as I go. I'm hoping that if they like it, they'll spread the word.

When I get to the end, I'll start over with the first chapter, by which point I'll no doubt have made changes.

Meanwhile, I'll keep querying lit agents, because why not? But this way I'm not postponing the experience of having readers.



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My first book, GenderQueer: A Story From a Different Closet, is published by Sunstone Press. It is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble in paperback, hardback, and ebook, and as ebook only from Apple, Kobo, and directly from Sunstone Press themselves.


My second book, That Guy in Our Women's Studies Class, has also now been published by Sunstone Press. It's a sequel to GenderQueer. It is available on Amazon and on Barnes & Noble in paperback and ebook, and as ebook only from Apple, Kobo, and directly from Sunstone Press themselves.




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Index of all Blog Posts

Dramatic

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 14:51
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Today, while I was making a TikTok about motherhood, I accidentally dropped my 3-month-old baby. Upon learning what had happened, my understandably upset husband now won't talk to me, and I'm in the hospital on my knees, praying that my son makes it. FML
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Posted by Etai Eshet

A lab shuts down due to a winter storm, and management tells employees they must use PTO for the closure, even though no one could have gone in anyway.

With so many stories that go exactly the other way around circulating in the last few days, this email landed like a shovel to the face. The company decides the lab is closed, then turns around and says everyone has to burn a vacation day for the privilege of staying home. It's not about being flexible or understanding. It's about shifting the cost of a weather closure onto employees, making them pay for something entirely out of their control. The logic is as thin as ice. If the business is closed by order or circumstance, and no one can work, then the time off isn't a choice. It's not like someone decided to sleep in or take a personal day. It's the weather, not laziness, that's keeping people away.

Waiting for another creepy old man to die

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 12:49
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Posted by PZ Myers

Daniel Phelps, who tracks attendance at Ken Ham’s cheesy roadside attractions in Kentucky, tells me that they’re in decline.

According to my monthly Kentucky Open Records Act (KORA) request, December Ark ticket sales were the lowest ever (with the exception of 2020 – during the Covid pandemic). In December 2025, the Ark sold 35,223 tickets, about 4,000 less than December of 2024. Of course, these ticket sales numbers don’t include lifetime pass members or children under 10. My summary of all available ticket sales numbers can be found below.

The December ticket sales number means that the Ark sold 652,342 tickets in 2025. These numbers indicate that the Ark will never come close to the 1.4 to 2.2 million attendees per year projected when the Ark was begging/shaking down Grant County, Williamstown, and Kentucky Tourism for perks including 100 acres of land for $2, $200K cash, reduced taxes, a $62 million bond, and $1.825 million dollars/year in sales tax rebates.

Because of massive donations, AiG and its shell companies are not in danger of collapse. They, however, aren’t doing as good as in previous years.

Yeah, no likelihood of imminent demise, unfortunately — I’m sure the leadership is living comfortably for the duration, and has no major concerns for the future, but they’re in a cult that demands the conversion of everyone in the country (the world!) to their weird apocalyptic doomsday religion. They must be hoping for some magical miracle, and it isn’t happening right now.

Perhaps of greater concern is that their cult of personality is led by a personality that isn’t propagating.

If you look at AiG’s website https://answersingenesis.org, more and more of the content is exclusively coming from Ken Ham himself. Most notably, no one appears to be a replacement for Mr. Ham if he ever retires. His onetime appointed successor, Martyn Iles somehow ended his employment with AiG and returned to Australia to form his own conservative ministry. There have been no official reasons given for this departure by either AiG or Martyn Iles himself (if you know, let us hear about it).

That’s a problem with authoritarian cults. They are ruled for life by unpleasant, weird people who alienate everyone around them, and maybe instill in them the ambition to be in charge on their own. I hope I outlive Ken Ham, because I’d really like to see the chaos that will follow on his death.

CodeSOD: A Field Terned Visible

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 06:30
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Posted by Remy Porter

Today's anonymous submitter sends us some C# code. This particular block of code controls whether two different columns are visible on the screen. If the field Dist_Por equals one set of constants, we display one column, if it equals a different constant, we display the other. Seems simple enough.

My question to you is this: how many nested ternaries do you need to solve this problem?

ColHectarias.Visible = Dist_Por == TIPO_DIST_COSTO.Directo ? false : Dist_Por == TIPO_DIST_COSTO.Plantilla ? false : Dist_Por == TIPO_DIST_COSTO.Hectáreas ? true : Dist_Por == TIPO_DIST_COSTO.CCosIndirecto ? true : false;
ColPorcentaje.Visible = Dist_Por == TIPO_DIST_COSTO.Directo ? false : Dist_Por == TIPO_DIST_COSTO.Plantilla ? true : Dist_Por == TIPO_DIST_COSTO.Hectáreas ? false : Dist_Por == TIPO_DIST_COSTO.CCosIndirecto ? false : false;

If you read through just the first ternary, you'll notice the pattern: if the field equals Directo, this is false. If the field equals Plantilla this is false. If the field equals Hectáreas, it's true. If the field equals CCosIndirecto, also true. And when you write it out that way, it's just a simple or expression: ColHectarias.Visible = Dist_Por == TIPO_DIST_COSTO.Hectáreas || Dist_Por == TIPO_DIST_COSTO.CCosIndirecto;

The ColPorcentaje column is even worse: it's only visible when Dist_Por equals TIPO_DIST_COSTO.Plantilla.

Our anonymous submitter adds:

Simple, right? If only, starting with the fact they even got the ColHectarias column name wrong: it should have been ColHectareas. Do not make the mistake of assuming those are the only lines with issues or this is the first time it happens. I known the person who wrote that and if I had any choice in the matter I would never, ever, look a their code, because my sanity drops every time I do.

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Al Pacino over here

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 11:17
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Today, after being a dad to five girls for over 40 years, I finally had a son with my new wife. Too bad I'm 78 years-old and probably won't be around long to enough to enjoy having a boy. FML
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Posted by Joey Esposito

The fictional post spread online after federal agents fatally shot Alex Pretti in Minneapolis on Jan. 24, 2026.

Long day

Tuesday, 27 January 2026 23:51
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Today, finally, was Ajani’s dental surgery, the one that had been postponed for a month because of his heart condition. I had to drive him there on four hours’ sleep (which I did manage to get this time, thankfully, unlike last time). Then I was able to sleep two more hours, after which I got up, made breakfast, and went to pick him up. He was fine except for being a bit loopy on opioids. I had to wait nearly two hours to feed him, though, and then I was able to nap one more hour after that, which definitely helped.

To pass the time while waiting to feed him, and then after my final nap, I wanted to cuddle with him, so I watched TV on the couch. Specifically, I watched a Hallmark movie called Love’s Greek to Me, in which a young couple’s vacation on Santorini is plagued by excessive attention from the man’s overbearing Greek mother, determined to control every aspect of her daughter’s wedding (the rationale for the vacation) and the prospective marriage of the young couple. The reason I wanted to see it, aside from the Santorini scenery, was that the mother was played by Marina Sirtis, who had been Deanna Troi on Star Trek: TNG.

Words having meaning

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 08:44
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Today, I went to a party where a girl I like was there. I wanted to dance with her. She rebuffed me and said, “Consent matters.” Later on, I saw her grinding with another guy she'd just met. So apparently “consent matters” with me, a friend of two years, but not for a complete stranger. FML
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BMW's M4 models have plenty of great features, but they can also be quite costly. If you want a used model from 2020, here's what you can expect to pay.

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If you find one of your brakes is sticking, there could be any number of reasons why. We take a look to see what the causes might be, and what to do about them.

Rubbing it in

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 03:09
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Today, I was at a party at my ex's house; he'd invited the whole team. We of course don't talk, but I just figured out he had a girlfriend. He said it right in my face and laughed. FML
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Posted by Jesse Kessenheimer

This building manager had some karmic justice on the way, but did he imagine that hundreds of 'found-it' phone calls would become his punishment? Probably not. 

Building managers are supposed to help keep commercial and residential properties running properly. They unlock the mail room, hire HVAC specialists, and generally keep an eye on the property to keep things running smoothly for everybody. However, this executive power can go to their heads, turning the most corruptible building managers into power-trippers who spend more time turning a profit on the side than attending to their daily duties. 

After years of acting like a glorified hall monitor, a pompous laze-about, and a part-time racketeer, this building manager was clearly up to no good. Without proof, the building's owners decided to simply hire another building manager to oversee his daily duties, but with a new partner breathing down his neck and watching his every move, suddenly, the corruption wasn't allowed anymore. Eventually, the original building manager decided he didn't want this clean-cut job anymore and spent his final weeks on the job making things insufferable for his replacement. 

Little did he know, he was messing with a master of petty revenge.

With weeks of harranguing fresh on his mind and a pocketful of thousands of unlabeled building keys, the clever replacement cooked up the perfect payback. You can run away from your responsibilities on the job, but you can't run from hundreds of lost-and-found phone calls from concerned citizens. 

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Wednesday, 28 January 2026 02:38
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Today, I was at a party at my ex's house; he'd invited the whole team. We of course don't talk, but I just figured out he had a girlfriend. He said it right in my face and laughed. FML

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Wednesday, 28 January 2026 02:38
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Today, it was my last day decorating a customer's house, I had one room to paint and that was it. I sat down on the stairs to check my phone before starting and woke up four hours later to the customer shaking me to see if I was alive, and then yelling at me for getting paid to sleep. FML
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Why Semi Trucks Last So Much Longer Than Cars

Wednesday, 28 January 2026 01:25
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Cars can last for around 200,000 miles, and many can reach above 300,000. But semi trucks can consistently cross over 1,000,000 miles without breaking down.

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Posted by Elna McHilderson

It's hard to find a roommate who fits well with your lifestyle. In the case of these roomies, all was well until one guy decided that all of the groceries were communal, even though he wasn't buying any of it…  

Not only was he not contributing to the grocery budget, but he was eating the meals that one roommate would make for himself on Sunday to last the entire week. It's called "meal prepping," and it is not as cheap as you think it would be. Though it helps prevent you from ordering out, with the prices of groceries these days, it can sometimes be even more expensive. 

He tried to speak to his roommate about his poor behavior. He asked him to stop eating his food. The first time he asked him nicely to stop and he said he would. The second time he said it was just a mistake. The third time he straight up just gaslit him and told him he was overreacting. 

The last straw was when he devoured a $50 prepped steak meal he had. After that, he got himself a fancy mini-fridge that had a combo lock on it. 

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You can easily find the automatic 8HP70 and 8HP90 transmissions in Dodge Chargers today, but there are a few differences between them beyond their names.

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Posted by Lana DeGaetano

Volunteer work doesn't exist so that self-centered people can stroke their own ego and steal other volunteers' work.

To some people, though, volunteer work is the vessel they use to bear the crashing waves of possible mediocrity. In that same vein, they feign skill by robbing those who actually have a clue around them, unwilling to actually think for themselves for a change. How do you reconcile with the fact that someone in your volunteer group might be using their narcissistic magic to take credit for work you've completed? Now, volunteer work isn't about the selfish reward, but we don't condone plagiarism.

You know the kind of people we're talking about. They're the ones who did the bare minimum in a group project at school, hoping and praying to the homework gods that you, who did all the work, wouldn't tattle. If you held your tongue, you probably shouldn't have. Some lessons should be learned young, or they just snowball into something like this next story.

Scroll below to read about how an egotistical volunteer gets the karma they deserve when they try to take credit for another volunteer's good deeds. Without honesty, what does that make us? Liars, but most of us are pretty bad ones.

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Posted by Laerke Christensen

Some internet users said the video, which spread widely after Pretti's death, showed medical staff honoring a patient during the COVID-19 pandemic.

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Posted by Emma Saven

There's no "I" in team…but there is "tea"…and it's hot!

When a project manager plans to upgrade or make changes to the platform that his or her team works with daily, it's probably best that they go through the viewing and testing process with their team…This way, they'd avoid a lot of confusion and complaints when it comes to the effectiveness of the new platform. I mean, it sounds pretty obvious, doesn't it? Communicate with those who will actually be using its functions, rather than thinking that you can do it all alone. 

After being presented with the platform "upgrade", this team called for a meeting with their project manager, who brought along his coders. They expressed their concerns, specifying the way in which the new system was missing a bunch of 'basic functions' essential to completing their jobs…Questioning how he could have tested it without having contacted the team…? However, he just responded to their lists of concerns with defense and anger. Going on to tell them that if they had a problem or a question, they could use the ask-help-link and send him an email…

If an email was what he wanted, this team was about to ensure that emails were exactly what he was going to get…Except this time, in overwhelming bulk! To the point where the only thing he wished for was to delete his Gmail forever! 

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Tuesday, 27 January 2026 23:05
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Today, it was my last day decorating a customer's house, I had one room to paint and that was it. I sat down on the stairs to check my phone before starting and woke up four hours later to the customer shaking me to see if I was alive, and then yelling at me for getting paid to sleep. FML
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Posted by Remy Millisky

When this 28-year-old small business owner realized she had to leave her current rental space behind, she started packing up, which her landlord was totally not expecting. 

Most small businesses don't make it. It's just a fact! That doesn't mean you shouldn't start one, though. Even if you only run your business for a year or two, at least you made a difference in your own life and in the lives of your customers. Plus, if all goes well, you might even succeed. Then you'll have extra cash to continue to grow your budding business and see where it ends up in 5 or 10 years. You could hire additional workers to take on the burden for you. Entrepreneurial individuals know that it's a risk, but they take it anyway, for the love of the game!

I imagine one of the most satisfying milestones for any entrepreneur would be the day you finally get your own storefront. Some of these welcome in customers each day, while others mainly exist to fulfill orders shipped out online. These two spaces will look very different — one has to entice shoppers, while the other just needs to be functional. 

Lots of boutique stores will pour money into their storefronts, so I would never blame them for taking every little thing with them when they move. After all, why wouldn't they? As you can see below, this woman did just that when she was (rather unfairly) kicked out of her place with just one month's notice. She even took up the very nice wood flooring, and it doesn't even appear to be that difficult for her. Maybe it was never glued down, but she seems to just be able to lift the boards off the floor, exposing the much less pretty flooring underneath. It's a very satisfying read, thanks to one Twitter user who spilled the tea for us, just in case you don't speak Spanish. 

10 Top-Rated Car Museums To Visit In The US

Tuesday, 27 January 2026 21:45
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There's a very long list of automotive museums in America, but they can't all be the best. Here are 10 car museums that are definitely worth a visit.

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