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You and I had one from a few years ago (one of the few times I've offered help) where the answers were rejected due to providing code samples as console apps when they didn't specify...if must have been too hard to figure out what event to put it under.
I was a little scared when I recently made a remark about one of the pizza places in town, "I haven't been there for years" and one of my coworkers replied: "You have! We were there in ... Well, that was in January 2018, so I guess you are right about 'years', by almost two months. But at that time you made a remark to the waitress about the place being remodeled since last time you were there."
Jeeez! He remembers which remarks I made more than two years ago to the waitress at a pizza place! And he uses that to halfway "friendly excuse" my halfway incorrect claim that I hadn't been there "for years"? What else does he have stored in his memory, ready to use if I happen to make side comments about this and that? Do I feel "responsible" myself for any side remark made to a waitress a couple of years ago? (Note that I now have learned to say "a couple of years ago", not "years ago"- otherwise we could go out on that month counting track again!)
This coworker is one who always keeps his smartphone in his hand, immediately checking on Wikipedia (and other web sources) anything uttered by anyone around him, so that he can "correct" any "incorrect" statement made, by quoting "facts" from his smartphone. Wikipedia obviously doesn't reveal my side remarks to the pizza place waitress, but appearently he spends a significant part of his mental capacity on memorizing such details about his friends, so that he can correct them when they make slightly, or nearly, incorrect statements about their activities in the past. This is certainly not the first time I have been corrected, but the first time my remark to a pizza place waitress has been quoted more than two years later.
I do not feel relaxed with the situation. I don't like the thought of having a human tape recorder of all I have uttered years ago sitting there ready to nail me to the wall: "You are wrong! You said something else four years ago! Explain yourself, or else...!"
This coworker is also in other ways actively singalling that he wants to "support" me, be "friendly" to me. It seems like he thinks that by "correcting" me when what I uttered years ago is not 100% consisten with what I say today, he "helps" me being constent and "correct".
Honestly, I hate it! I don't experience as the "friendship" I would expect from a close friend.
"I do not enlighten those who are not eager to learn, nor arouse those who are not anxious to give an explanation themselves. If I have presented one corner of the square and they cannot come back to me with the other three, I should not go over the points again.6
The case is like that of someone raising a mound. If he stops working, the fact that it perhaps needed only one more basketful makes no difference; I stay where I am. Whereas even if he has not got beyond leveling the ground, but is still at work, the fact that he has only tilted one basketful of earth makes no difference. I go to help him.7"
From Confucius' "The Analects," compiled long after his death circa BCE 429, translated by Sanderson Beck: [^].
«One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams.» Salvador Dali
Where is everybody? Plundering some stores? Defending your last toilet paper against the hordes?
Zen mode works well for me. Not only have I taught the little Zwölf to exceed its limitations to a 64k memory space. Now it can call code anywhere in an 8 megabyte address space and no hardware except the expanded memory. Take that Z80.
Power will not be a problem when the virus ends our civilisation. The flight batteries of my helicopters will be sufficient to power the Zwölf for about a year and I have a generator with four wheels and a full tank to recharge the batteries. I could also steal some solar panels from the neighbors' roof later on.
I think I will write a book. The Zen of surviving the end of the civilisation.
I have lived with several Zen masters - all of them were cats.
His last invention was an evil Lasagna. It didn't kill anyone, and it actually tasted pretty good.