More FFR (Fat Fuck Rudeness) -rant I'm at a pretty major software conference this week, and I'm having a great time learning new tricks and loading up on vendor schwag. Yes, it's a FF paradise with a sprinkling of healthy and skinny normals as you'd expect, but other than having to slalom around the slObeasts to get around, it hasn't been that bad. Except for the miasma, given that we're in a rather warm location.  Until the last session I attended. Of course there are plenty of snacks around, and the most popular are the bags of chips.  I'm in the middle of trying to learn some relatively advanced Powershell scripting, and behind me I keep getting distracted by the rattling and crunching of someone directly behind me that can't wait 45 minutes before filling their gob.  Interspersed with that aural annoyance is periodic mumbling that boils down to "Yeah, I know everything already. This is stupid." Why yes, as you've certainly guessed, it's a FF neckbeard that gives me a crumby smile every time I glare behind me.  Finally he finishes off the bag and I resume trying to pay attention to the speaker. About 30 seconds later, FF actually starts on another bag of chips. The whole thing actually pissed me off enough I filled out the annoying after-session survey recommending that they don't allow food in the sessions in the future. (Edited to add "slObeasts". Yes, I amuse myself.)