I am interpreting the top half as play fantasy games all day and not actually live in olden times.
I am interpreting the top half as play fantasy games all day and not actually live in olden times.
This is why some places like Michigan State University and Ohio State University use “desire path planning”. That’s where they observe where people walk and then install (or move) the sidewalks to match those footpaths.
Unfortunately I think most people have family or at least friends like this here in the post-truth world.
I think what depresses me the most is that once the MAGA leopards start eating all of our faces, they will still do the mental gymnastics to blame all of the MAGA-induced suffering on “liberals”. Even though the Democrats have basically zero power (and are right of center) they will still blame “the left” when a gallon of milk costs $18 and is full of dangerous bacteria.
Having a dedicated smoker is next level. You can smoke on a regular grill and get decent results. But having a purpose-built smoker is better, IMO.
People mature at different rates. There are myriad reasons for this. But it’s OK to be a little bit immature for your age. There’s no shame in it and it’s very common. Being an adult mostly sucks, anyway. You’re already aware of it, so that’s a good thing. Pay attention to social cues and behaviors of your peers and you’ll figure it out.
Yeah, it was weird. Most restaurants had a non-smoking section because allowing people to smoke everywhere was the norm. Leaded gasoline. Little kids playing with real fireworks. The 70s and 80s were a wild ride of irresponsibility.
It wasn’t all bad, though. It was cool being a kid at times. Playing outside almost every day until dinner time with the other kids in the neighborhood.
Anyone wanting a deeper dive, check out the books and videos of Professor Richard D. Wolff.
I assume most people in healthcare do the job because they actually do care.
The insurance companies create an environment that makes it feel like it’s providers-vs-patients. The ruling class has been doing this kind of manipulative crap to working people for generations.
The Road.
Sounds like an attempt to discover DIEarrhea. Report your findings, should you survive the experiment.
I tried it for a while. It was fun making basic open chords. But I could never figure out how to keep my fretting fingers from partially muting the non-fretted strings. I don’t have super fat fingers or anything, I just couldn’t figure it out.
And barre chords…forgeddaboudit.
Me: this is so dumb
Also me: busts out laughing
Not sure about Minecraft, but sometimes the launcher is simply there to make configuration, startup options, parameters, profile selection, etc. a smoother experience for the user. You can do this kind of stuff without a dedicated launcher, but some software publishers prefer to divide things up this way.
It’s a dumb analogy, but I kind of think of it like restaurants. Some restaurants have a full wait staff with a maitre d, some have walk-up counter, some have a kiosk with a screen, etc.
Many of them contain lye, which is alkaline. Always read the label to check for compatibility with your pipes. Note that drain pipes can be made from a different material than your supply pipes. PVC and ABS are common, but there are other kinds.
Most apps invoke my inner Dennis Reynolds.
It’s a shitshow. LinkedIn, too.
Agree. Most of the new stuff Microsoft adds in their updates are desperate ideas concoted in staff meetings, just so some beleaguered coder can tell the dickhead boss they pushed out a shiny new turd. And/or they just add more spyware for the corporations that pay for bulk licenses and the data miners.
Nextdoor has gotta be in the top 10.
You’re a bold one. Lemmy hates videos and AI both.
Breakroom at my father’s office had snack and soda vending machines, and also a change machine. My younger brother and I discovered the change machine was faulty, and would dispense way too much change for a dollar bill. We fed it every single we had (4 or 5 dollars between us) and got back $20 or so in quarters, nickels and dimes. This was in the late 1970s. $20 was a lot of money, especially to a couple of dumb kids. We thought we’d hit the jackpot.