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Search - "fungus"
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Going through the list of projects:
Nope...
Absolutely nope ...
Burn it Nope.
Nononono.
Don't touch this.
It's so fluffy, I will die.
Wow. If this was a fungus, it could talk by now.
What the hell was that...?
Uh. Ehm. So old it's already done. Oopsie.
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2 hours later...
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Well. Backlog is sorted.
Conclusion: I just don't work anymore.
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I think it's time to add a field "pain level" to Jira.
And I doubt that the backlog contains any ticket less than pain level 8 / 10. -.-
But yey. I ordered beer.2 -
The white fungus… looks like snow, somehow distorts light waves above it, as if it was hot. Didn't dare to touch it. It grows in an abandoned railroad depot we have here. It loves ceramic tiling.5
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The half-abandoned town of Chrysler, Arkansas (population of 3), was swiftly decommissioned as I noticed a characteristic bright yellow birthmark on her hand. “You have to choose” — I said, “unavoidable and painful death, or decommissioning and relocation. You live in a charred shed anyway.”
Prince The Elephant caught steelpox in 1937. It was alone in its compartment, locked out, as the evil fungus was slowly and painfully turning its body into cast iron. Rusty but ornate, 19th century metal throne was there too. The Throne was talking to Prince. When it spoke, it could put its words into your head as commands, as if there were your own thoughts. It did it so authoritatively that it seemed like the language itself was different, but it wasn’t.
The throne was coercing Prince into fusing together, cast iron to cast iron. Every day we heard Prince’s screams as steelpox was mutilating its body, as well as awful banging as Prince was stomping on The Throne, trying to silence it. The Throne didn’t budge. It just kept talking. Over the course of four months, it won Prince over.
Prince’s final agony was unbearable. As its throat and eyes were ironified, [dream fragment lost].
French public was largely empathetic. Throne-Prince was definitely still alive, although differently.
The American public, however, nicknamed it The Iron Freak.