I don’t know, can you??

…and other great 90s teacher questions!

Go on, I’m here to ask dense questions and learn dense answers.

I can see that the central graph is x^3, but what equation repeats it twice along the X axis, and am I missing a pun?

edit: ah is this a tan(x) joke? I’m getting there slowly!

It could be a translation thing. In certain parts of France, “ados” is a bit of a catch-all term for anyone in teenager or young adults years. It’s not strictly defined, but would explain the presence of the word in an English translation.

Yeah but now we have blue passports!!!

or something, I don’t know. I’ve stopped following this shitshow now.

It’s a banger in fairness. Reminds me of:

Classic

was this cropped by David Blunkett?

Mad optical drive respect.

Giving people the ability to play 90s games and burn fire mix CDs like it’s 2k all over again.

oh Florida, you silly billy

Risky joke - could get a laugh, could get you a meeting with HR without biscuits. It’s worth a punt though if you know your audience!

If you make the joke a bit more explicit it tends to get a few more laughs, like “this one goes out to the tireless administrators, creative engineers, fantastic embeds… and Paul”.

Only pull those stunts if you’re happy to get the piss taken out of you in return though, else you’ll look like a right tosser.

An old boss of mine started most group conversations with “right then you cunts…” and it was set the tone straight away. No bullshit, no egos, and no dragging on the conversation. Top fella actually, one of the best leaders I’ve had. We were his cunts, and he was our better-paid cunt.

We had another bloke who was a proper cockney boy. If you were in his good books, you were a “geezer”, and if you’d ruined his day then you were a “slaaaaag”.

I’m guilty of addressing my squad from my very junior managerial position as “alright my dudes”, which on the surface of it sounds very male-leaning, but I think since the 90s “dude” has become as gender-neutral as they come.

That, or you could go full Karl Jobst and kick off with “hello you absolute legends …”

I enjoyed that game. Not sure how it was ever pushed out as a full release rather than a Net Yaroze style special, but fair play to them.

Kurushi (as it was known in the UK and Europe) is like rocking horse shit now. A nice little treasure if you find one in your collection.

I suppose the TV licence in the UK is a sort of paywall, even if it is made of swiss cheese and enforced by folk with all the legal standing of Larry the Head Mouser or whatever moggy it is now.

I pay it, but I’m loathed to now. Not because I watch any live TV or BBC programming, but because I use the BBC News site a metric fucktonne and I suppose I justify it to myself as funding the BBC News department rather than Graham Norton’s salary.

Maybe I’ll fuck it off though. I do fancy a letter war with Capita or whoever managed the enforcement these days.

Absolute banger of a game.

“why can’t we get a mortgage?”

“Well I bought a hot dog on a payment plan for a laugh, and I defaulted on a 38 cent payment”

“oh no”

Invariably I’d have drawn a comedy penis in there somewhere, and some poor lad somewhere would likely find his plonker refusing to work one night, or died with his old chap at full mast for maximum embarrassment.

Good ol’ Comical Ali, haven’t seen these memes wheeled out since the last time the west started fucking about with the Middle East.

Which weirdly, wasn’t all that long ago.

Tough line to draw really.

The legal system is built on “innocent until proven guilty”, so it’s understandable why entire careers aren’t brought to a halt because of one or more allegations of misconduct.

Problem is, how do we let that continue while listening to complainants, making them feel heard, and safeguarding future potential victims?

I’m not asking you in particular, you’re just the comment I’ve replied to - it’s one of those impossible situations to draw a line in the sand without fucking over one of the sides.

Brooks be spinning in his grave so fast, you could wire him up to a dynamo and power a small African country

I was doing some poxy arse-covering COSHH awareness course in the office which sat on the entertainment scale somewhere between “chewing tinfoil” and “drowning”. The worst part of it was that there was no ticket or certification at the end of it, just an eight hour classroom input that absolved the job if we were to drink bleach or put cordite in the microwave or something.

The trainer was pleasant enough, and signed our certificates, handed them out, and looked confused when I fed it straight into the shredder.

Everything gets a certificate now. It wasn’t the trainer’s fault, but my in-tray and mailbox was already twice as full as it should have been without more pointless certificates to sift through.