You have January 1, 1970 regret?

Oh, it gets MORE fun above 100. I had mono as a teenager and was lying in bed hallucinating soldiers asking me for directions and calling me Sarge. I think I was at 104.1 at that point.

I have a vague memory that the original show from Japan had a man in the yellow costume and when it was adapted for American audiences they wanted yellow to be a woman. This lead to a effectively trans character because of an occasionally noticeable bulge.

Represent those you want to support with the best examples and those you want to oppose with the worst examples. Ignore that every group is made of people and people come in many distinct, unique varieties because it doesn’t fit your narrative.

I think that is actually pretty common. If not, your DNS queries would need to go through your ISP and they could interpret what you are doing from them. You could manually configure DNS settings to route to a trusted source, which could address both.

Jobs don’t bring happiness. You might find laboring towards a goal satisfying, but don’t confuse that feeling with job satisfaction.

Alt text is there to provide all alternative for the visually impaired. A good rule is that it should provide as good of an experience as anyone else would get. Given how complex this image is, a separate text write-up would be more useful, so don’t sweat it.

That’s the Riddler; observe the question marks on the tie.

I need a dramatic close up on a bystander who gasps in surprise before announcing “She’s not even blowing into it!” followed by the close up of the shooter saying “That’s right, I have gone BEYOND the need to blow into my instrument of destruction!”

B&H is one of my favorite vendors, but god damn do they go overboard with the air cushions in their packages.

Ba, semen 'n t(ea)

I went to a game for the first time a few years ago. I recall the moment where everyone was sitting around and not doing anything because they were waiting for the commercials to finish. It felt like watching actors drop their characters the moment they step out of the spotlight.

Split the difference, Lemmy Ask Lemmy.

At one job we had a digital form for new user requests. This existed for auditing purposes, but it also helped to collect all the necessary information for the change. I was always impressed at how people managed to fill it out wrong every single time.

For example, I would get a request to update someone’s name and they would fail to include the former name or the new name or even enter their OWN name for one of the fields.

What I learned is no system is idiot proof, no form will ever be filled out perfectly, and everything will need manual intervention at some point.

Them being adversarial doesn’t really matter. The allies of today are the enemies of tomorrow and the converse, so the who shouldn’t matter. The problem is with anyone collecting data on your citizens because it can be sold, traded, stolen, or abused.

If it was about protecting people, a wide-spread countermeasure would be used instead of a pinpointed assault targeting a single app.

A quick search suggests that blood is 80% water. Turning that into wine at a weak concentration of 5.5% results in around at 14.5% BAC which is over 10 times greater than the highest ever recorded, so it would be certainly lethal.

Nah, there is an upper limit on how quick the infusion would permeate the same as you can see it permeate in the cup.

I have gone to a local electronics store, Best Buy, several times in the last few years because I wanted something immediately only to be stopped at the last moment by a locked shelf and no one around to unlock it. What the fuck are you even supposed to do there? Scream and shout until someone arrives? Quietly stalk an employee until you find your moment to strike? I just fucking leave, I’ll wait for shipping.

Ah, so the answer is just to get high!

I used MotionEye at one point to monitor my laundry using a RPi nano and a USB webcam. Pretty sure it just ended up with a web interface I could pull up on phone or computer on the local network.

The old washer liked to lie about how long was left in the cycle and was in the basement while my computer was upstairs.