I don't know anyone who can even remember what the story part of Cameron's Avatar actually was, let alone anyone who liked the story part. The part about the regular human's consciousness taking over the artificial blue critter is completely forgotten, and that's the whole reason the movie was called Avatar in the first place.
Fun fact: Cleveland OH was all set to become North America's hub for continental and transatlantic airship traffic. The problem was that airships fundamentally suck, something that the Hindenburg disaster merely highlighted.
I shave my head. I have to shave it every two or three days or I look like a mangy old dog. I wait until just before I go to bed to shave it, at which point I'm too tired and I tell myself I'll do it in the morning before work, which of course I never do. So I end up shaving it once every three weeks, and spend most of the time looking like a mangy old dog.
I eventually hit upon the strategy of shaving a small patch somewhere on my head before I go to bed, which forces me to do the rest of the job in the morning before work. Except that I usually forget I did that and often go to work looking like a mangy old dog that somebody tried to shave before giving up. Fortunately I'm a school bus driver so I only scare children.
I used to work for Comcast as a mobile app developer. We used to get uncountable numbers of reviews along the lines of "I gave this app one star because you can't give an app zero stars". Honestly depressing even though I wasn't personally responsible for the apps or the company.
I usually preferred male PMs, solely because my contempt for their lack of technical knowledge was never mistaken for chauvinism. Women PMs who stayed in their lane -- or even better were actually technically competent -- were A-OK with me.
I used to bike to work when I lived in Louisiana. It was fortunate that my office was a block from the YMCA, so I could shower and change after my ride in. The downside was that the Y was the hangout of the fat old white men who worked at the courthouse and liked to lounge around naked on the couches in the locker room, laughing and making jokes about sending black men to Angola prison for decades for crimes they probably didn't commit (these were judges, prosecutors and public defenders talking about this shit).
My good PMs understood that their role was to attend meetings and create a buffer between myself (who understood what had to be done and was doing most of the work) and the higher-ups. The awful PMs were the ones who thought they were running the show and driving everything.
I used to tell my bosses that everything would take three months. I would then ensure that everything took three months, usually by fucking off for two and a half months and then blasting something out in the last two weeks.
I used to work for (more accurately at since I was a contractor) a large cable company whose name rhymes with "bombast". Most of the people in charge of the projects I was working on (usually vice-presidents, a thoroughly overblown title there since there were hundreds of vice-presidents) were hopelessly technically incompetent and/or bordering on clinically insane. For a refreshing change of pace, I occasionally had bosses who were just soulless and amoral. None of them lasted more than a few months before they were suddenly and without warning disappeared. One day you would come in to work and their office was emptied out and they were never mentioned ever again. I'd like to think they were just fired and escorted out, but I would not be surprised to find they were executed and rendered down for the fats they contained.
I used to canvas door-to-door for a public interest group, so I almost always give them some cash and offer them water and a bathroom break. It was an absolutely horrific job and I'm sure it's even worse today. I still want them to move the fuck on as quickly as possible, though.
I still remember the best interaction I ever had going door-to-door. We were raising money to help fight rising insurance rates, and I was talking to one old guy standing next to his truck. He listened to my spiel and then said "I'll tell you why insurance rates are so high: it's because the nrs are burning the cities down." I said "well that's what we're fighting, sir" and he gave me $25.
I like the solicitors who put their sales brochures in ziplock bags with some rocks and toss it onto your driveway. It gives me rocks to throw at all the other solicitors.
Aka Big Blue Man (from Little Big Man).