Dr Michelle @Drosmel@qoto.org

We (UCLA Library) are hiring a Linux Development Support Engineer (looking for someone w/ 7-10 years experience). Come work with us! There are great folks here, and you'd be reporting to someone I have a ton of respect for (who used to do this job).

I'm happy to answer questions about our culture, etc. The short list: it's fully remote; all the devs you'd be working with are also fully remote; anticipated hiring scale: $125k/year to $155k/year. Read for more:

https://jobs.ucla.edu/jobs/10692?lang=en-us

#fedihire

Time for a little #introduction. Hi, I'm Scott. A yorkshire-based digital artist 🎨 sharing art & thoughts on what I'm watching or listening to. By day, I keep the NHS admin wheels turning🏥

I have posted some of my art on https://scottroantree.carrd.co/ and will look to post here too.

Likes: #DigitalArt #Music #Photography #TrueCrime & #JaffaCakes

Dislikes: Meta, Cheese & Nigel Farage

Update. After the American Diabetes Association (#ADA) physically evicted five members from an ADA event for peacefully handing out print copies of an editorial from the ADA's own flagship journal, an editorial criticizing the #Trump admin attacks on science…
https://www.medpagetoday.com/special-reports/exclusives/121657

* two senior leaders resigned in protest -- the new President-Elect and the chair of the Scientific Sessions Planning Committee;
* at least two others might have resigned, but these reports are still unconfirmed;
* dozens of members walked out of the presidential address, holding signs that said "We stand with science"; and
* colleagues launched a "shame on you" petition against the ADA.
https://www.change.org/p/an-open-letter-to-the-american-diabetes-association-shame-on-you

(I just signed the petition and hope you will too.)

#Censorship #DefendResearch #Medicine #TrumpVResearch #USPol #USPolitics

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We are hiring a research engineer for the SPECTRE project, which involves experiments around explosions 🧨 💥

#academia #academicjobs #research

https://www.linkedin.com/jobs/view/4421695975/

A Tokyo team has a kidney treatment that’s helping cats live longer. Most mammals carry a blood protein, AIM, that works like a cleanup crew: when kidney cells die and clog the tubules, AIM flags the debris so other cells clear it. A cat’s AIM isn’t built to do this, which is part of why cats are so prone to kidney disease: it affects roughly a third of cats over 10. https://www.u-tokyo.ac.jp/focus/en/features/z1304_00039.html
#ShareGoodNewsToo

Today's for the fun print on the Mini.

#3dprinting

You may benefit from seeing this ridiculously cute kitten.
#cat #kitten #WhiskersWednesday

@FotoVorschlag #FotoVorschlag "Welttag des Fahrrads"

Ich gebe zu, dass ich das Motiv auf dem Fahrrad fotogener fand, als das Fahrrad. Aber es passt gut zum #whiskerswednesday

#photography #catsofmastodon #catsoffediverse #cats #pets

📰 "Prostaglandins regulate the nucleoskeleton during Drosophila border cell migration"
https://www.biorxiv.org/content/10.64898/2026.06.01.728948v1?rss=1
#Lamin

#Joke #Humour

At the border, a man rides up on a bicycle with a sack on the luggage rack.

The customs officer stops him and asks, “Do you have anything to declare?”

“Nothing,” the man replies.

“And what’s in the sack?”

“Sand.”

The officer inspects the sack. Sure enough, nothing but sand.

The next day, the man returns on the bicycle with another sack of sand.

Again, the officer checks it. Nothing but sand.

This goes on every day for a week.

By the eighth day, the officer has become increasingly suspicious. He sifts the sand. Nothing.

The man continues crossing the border every day. After two more weeks, the officer finally sends the sand off to a laboratory for analysis.

The results come back: nothing but sand.

Another month passes. By now, the customs officer is losing his mind.

Finally, he pulls the man aside and says, “Listen… off the record, between you and me, I promise I won’t tell a soul. But you have to tell me what you’re smuggling.”

The man looks around carefully, leans in, and whispers:

“Bicycles.”

“Rrraaaaawwwwrrrr!”

#Qualitätskatzen #cats #Katzen #gatti #CatsOfMastodon #MastoCats #FediCats #CatContent #Greece #Athens #Halandri #CatsOfAthens #CatsOfGreece #Flausch
(photo: @kernpanik | license: CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)

Cellpose: psychedelic version

Hey UK #gamedevs, can anyone recommend a reasonably priced #accountant for a tiny #IndieGames company that wants to take full advantage of VGEC and R&D tax credits, and apply for grants?

Asking for a friend.

If there are moose babies around, Lacee Johnson will find them and take photos! Adorable moose mom and twins somewhere near Anchorage today. #Alaska #AlaskaWildife #Moosetodon

I know this is a long shot, but I need the internet's help.

I want to find an IHC HO Scale model of a U-Haul USA series truck with the New York decal.

I don't care if it's carded or loose. I do want it in good condition. I'm on a bit of a time crunch.

Thank you for any help you can give me.

Edit: Time crunch is over - our anniversary has passed, and I went with the cardstock bank. She loved it. :)

That said, I'm still keeping an eye out for the HO Scale model. If you happen to find one with the New York decals, I hope you'll think of me and let me know! Thanks everyone!

note: I don't actually care if you think this is AI posted. I thought parts of it were amusing. AI or otherwise. I saw it on facebook, I personally didn't post this on facebook. and because we have children who want to act like their two, here's the original facebook URL: https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=122384516228009609&id=61550288282980 Feel free to block me if you want, I don't actually care. My bio says it all, If something I say/post/repost offends you, don't let the door hit you on the way out. This is simply The random shit I see on Facebook when I check it once in in an age! The man across the aisle thought the airplane Wi-Fi network was a distress signal.

And for about four minutes, I honestly understood why.

This happened on an Alaska Airlines flight from San Francisco to Portland, which is usually the kind of flight where everyone has either a Patagonia jacket, a laptop, or a reusable water bottle that looks like it has been on more hikes than I have.

I was in 12C.

Aisle seat.

Across from me in 12D was a man in his early sixties with reading glasses, a newspaper, and the intense energy of someone who still prints hotel confirmations.

He seemed nice.

A little serious.

The kind of man who says “the internet” like it’s a location.

We took off.

Totally normal.

Seatbelt sign went off.

People opened laptops.

Someone two rows up immediately started watching a movie without headphones, because apparently society is fragile.

I pulled out my phone to connect to the Wi-Fi.

That’s when the man across the aisle leaned over.

Him: “Excuse me.”
Me: “Yeah?”
Him: “Do you see that?”
Me: “See what?”
Him: “On the Wi-Fi.”

I looked at my phone.

There were several networks.

Alaska_WiFi.
Alaska_Guest.
Somebody’s hotspot called “NotYourHotspot.”
And one that said:

HELP_IM_STUCK_ON_A_PLANE

I stared at it.

He stared at it.

Then he whispered, “That seems bad.”

To be fair.

It did seem bad.

Me: “I think that’s probably somebody’s phone hotspot.”
Him: “Why would someone name it that?”
Me: “Because people are strange.”
Him: “Should we tell someone?”
Me: “I don’t think so.”
Him: “It says help.”

Now the woman in 12E, next to him, looks over.

Woman: “What says help?”
Him: “The Wi-Fi.”
Woman: “The Wi-Fi says help?”
Me: “A hotspot says help.”
Woman: “That feels different from regular help.”

The man holds up his phone like it’s evidence in a trial.

Him: “Look.”
Woman: “Oh.”
Me: “It’s probably a joke.”
Him: “Probably?”
Me: “Most likely.”
Woman: “I don’t love ‘most likely’ at 30,000 feet.”

Now the guy behind me leans forward.

Behind guy: “Did someone say help?”
Me: “No.”
Him: “The Wi-Fi did.”
Behind guy: “The Wi-Fi asked for help?”
Me: “The Wi-Fi did not ask for help. Someone named their hotspot weird.”

A college student across the aisle takes out one AirPod.

College student: “What’s the hotspot called?”
The man shows him.

College student: “Oh, that’s hilarious.”
Him: “It is not hilarious.”
College student: “It kind of is.”
Woman: “Could it be a crew code?”
Me: “I really don’t think the crew is using public Wi-Fi names to communicate.”
Behind guy: “You never know.”

This is how it spreads.

One concerned man.
One weird hotspot name.
One row of people with too much imagination.

Within sixty seconds, rows 11 through 13 are aware that someone’s phone is named HELP_IM_STUCK_ON_A_PLANE.

The flight attendant walks by with a trash bag.

The man raises his hand.

Him: “Excuse me.”
Flight attendant: “Yes?”
Him: “There’s something on the Wi-Fi.”
Flight attendant: “Okay.”
Him: “It says help.”
Flight attendant: “The Wi-Fi says help?”
Me: “It’s a hotspot.”
Flight attendant: “Ah.”
Him: “Do you know whose it is?”
Flight attendant: “No, sir.”
Him: “Shouldn’t we find out?”
Flight attendant: “I’m going to guess someone thought they were funny.”

The college student raises his hand slightly.

College student: “To be fair, they were.”

The man does not appreciate this.

Him: “What if someone is actually stuck?”
Flight attendant: “Sir, we are all technically stuck on the plane.”
College student: “That’s the joke.”

I had to look down.

I could not laugh.

The flight attendant stayed very calm.

Flight attendant: “I’ll make a quick announcement, okay?”
Him: “Thank you.”
Me: “Oh no.”
Woman: “This is going to get worse.”

The flight attendant walked to the front.

A second later, the speaker clicked on.

Flight attendant: “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a small request. If your phone hotspot is named HELP_IM_STUCK_ON_A_PLANE, could you please rename it or turn it off? It is causing some concern in row 12.”

Silence.
Then half the plane started laughing.

Not quiet laughing.

Full-body, Sunday-night-airport-exhaustion laughing.

A hand slowly went up in row 18.

A guy in a beanie yelled, “My bad!”

The flight attendant looked down the aisle.

Flight attendant: “Thank you, sir.”

The man across the aisle turned bright red.

Him: “I was just being cautious.”
Me: “Honestly, fair.”
Woman: “It did say help.”
College student: “And we were on a plane.”

The guy from row 18 walked up later to use the bathroom and stopped by our row.

Beanie guy: “Sorry about that.”
Him: “You named your phone that?”
Beanie guy: “My brother did it last Thanksgiving and I forgot.”
Him: “For months?”
Beanie guy: “I don’t use hotspot much.”
Woman: “Your brother has caused aviation confusion.”
Beanie guy: “He’d be proud.”

The serious man looked like he wanted to be mad, but couldn’t fully get there.

Him: “You should change it.”
Beanie guy: “Already did.”
Me: “What is it now?”
Beanie guy: “Definitely_Not_A_Distress_Signal.”
The college student almost fell out of his seat.

The man just stared.

Him: “That is not better.”
Flight attendant, passing by: “It is a little better.”

After that, the whole section relaxed.

The man across the aisle eventually smiled, just a little.

He folded his newspaper, looked at me, and said, “I suppose I overreacted.”

Me: “Maybe a little.”
Woman: “But if it had been real, you would’ve been the hero.”
College student: “Row 12: cybersecurity division.”
Him: “I am not in cybersecurity.”
Me: “You are now.”

For the rest of the flight, every time the flight attendant passed, she gave him updates.

Flight attendant: “No further Wi-Fi emergencies.”
Him: “Very funny.”
Flight attendant: “We remain safely connected.”
Him: “You’re enjoying this.”
Flight attendant: “A little.”

When we landed in Portland, people stood up immediately because apparently airplane seats become lava after touchdown.

The guy from row 18 walked past us.

Beanie guy: “Safe travels, row 12.”
College student: “Stay vigilant.”
Woman: “Rename your phone.”
Him: “Please.”

As we walked off the plane, the flight attendant stood by the door.

She looked at the man and said, “Thank you for protecting the network.”

He tried not to smile.

Failed.

Him: “Somebody had to.”

And honestly?

He wasn’t wrong.

Because most of us saw a weird Wi-Fi name and thought, “That’s dumb.”

He saw it and thought, “Not on my watch.”

A little dramatic?

Yes.

But somewhere between San Francisco and Portland, one retired-looking guy with a newspaper briefly became the self-appointed sheriff of airplane Wi-Fi.

And I respect that.

From #BostonMA, I’m seeking an antipodal digital pen pal in/around #Perth #WesternAustralia, to co-create a pilot project to share solar energy for computing. Please reply or DM. 🙏