Can anyone make out what the piece of paper says?

I vote the Fediverse just invents it’s own fake language, like Esperanto, or French.

No one can tell me that Leavitt wasn’t desperately trying to avoid winking when she said “shots will fly”. That smug look on her face said everything.

They’re super confident and cocky in their incometence. And why wouldn’t they be? No one…literally NO ONE…has called them out on it.

He’s just thinking 'Hey…if she takes a shot to the belly, it’s an easy abortion for Elon’s latest bastard child"

Favourite: Chick Peas

Least: Fava beans

Wasn’t it leaked in a memo that Trump was planning some kind of “confrontation” at the dinner?

Is anyone stupid enough to believe this asshole?

Anything by Bear McCreary.

Black Sails is my personal favourite.

https://youtu.be/XFTcA4QLHw0

But, welp, it’s been a long while since I tinkered with Kerbal Space Program.

My desktop went to the big compost bin in the sky a couple of months ago and I’m just about at the point where I’ve saved enough for a replacement, and KSP is literally the first thing I’m itching to dive into when I do.

In both models, the rings are way to small. The speed at which they would need to spin would create an unacceptably large imbalance between the gravity at the person’s feet and the gravity at the person’s head. You’re astronauts would be puking 24/7.

Exactly. I think this is what we’ve fundamentally lost in our communities. People helping neighbours.

We’re all taught to distrust one another and to be self-sufficient, but that’s never how our society evolved in the first place. Cities evolved because cooperation was needed. Division of labour, etc…

I’m lucky that I live in a small city that still mostly has some of that going on. But it’s getting more rare every year. Elderly lady that lived across the alley from me had too small a backyard for her usual garden, so I said she was free to use mine because I wasn’t needing the space for anything. In return, I got to know my neighbour, and I got veggies come harvest time. She unfortunately passed away two years ago, and the young family that bought the house…haven’t even met them yet; they ignore eye contact whenever we’re both outside.

Maybe I’m just weird because I grew up in the country. We had a small acreage within a cluster of small acreages. And we all knew each other. The family down the way was a mechanic looking at our vehicles for us. When hay baling needed to be done, we would all pitch in and help. My dad was a construction worker, so he’d go help the neighbours build stuff. It’s just how it was for us.

That is very true. However (at least from what I was always taught) the reason employers “require” ANY degree is less about what you learn and more about showing them that you have ability and commitment necessary TO learn.

An employer isn’t generally interested in what you know; they’re always going to teach you their way of doing things anyway.

Employers want to know that you have the focus to actually learn their systems.

So the end result of “fast degrees” will be the opposite of what job hunters think. It’ll just devalue degrees in the eyes of employers because it no longer signifies the very metric they were measuring, which was the ability to pay attention

Even Slenderman needs a break sometimes.

“Paying it forward” is fundamentally the most important weapon we have against the oligarchy, and simply refusing to participate in the endless cycle of new technology.

A long time ago, I kind of stumbled into a habit of “paying my hardware forward”. It started because it was simply a pain in the ass to try to sell something on ebay because your first ten offers are scam artists.

So when I upgraded a drawing tablet that I was using, I had a friend of a friend that was looking to try digital drawing and said “Here you go. The only thing I ask is that when you upgrade, or when you’re done with it, give it forward to someone else who could make use of it.”

Later, the same thing happened again with a camera stabilizer. I had bought one that it turned out was too lightweight for my DSLR. So I had to buy a heavier weight one. Meanwhile, a friend’s son was a budding filmmaker just using his cell phone to make stupid movies with his friends and I said “Hey…he’ll like this. The only thing I ask is when HE upgrades, or whatever, he passes it forward to another person”

Even something as simple as a dog ramp I bought for my aging dog. After he passed, it hung around in my shed until a friend of mine’s dog needed an operation and couldn’t do stairs. When her dog recovered she asked if I wanted it back and I said, no…just pass it forward.

I’ve done it with spare monitors. Old laptops that someone has needed for school, etc…

So what started as me just being too impatient to deal with ebay became something that literally makes me feel good knowing that I’m helping someone out, or even better, supporting another person’s artistic passion.

On the other hand, I would fire someone instantly if they had cheated their degree like this.

But all you’re doing in that case is making them attend a community college with a bunch of wacky misfits for a few years.

My only concern would be a question of retention.

It’s easy to pass an exam if you’re writing it almost immediately after taking in the information. But remembering the information at the end of the school year when you’re writing your final exam and it’s a topic you learned in the first week takes a different kind of study skill.

It boils down to the old Cram for midterms question. How much do you retain?

My take is that retention comes from revisiting a topic multiple times over the course of a year. One and done studying to pass an exam doesn’t leave an imprint on the memory that’s going to last.

Totally not the point of the article, but “Analilia” is a beautiful name. I hadn’t heard it before and it immediately went into my “if I ever accidentally have kids” name list.

Actually it’s only a warehouse if it comes from the warehouse region of France. Anything else is just a “storage shed”

Full on sobbing? About a month ago, maybe a little less. choking up and tearing up and being unable to speak, just now as I type this.

At the end of February, I had to unexpectedly say goodbye to my girl Ripley (Mastiff/Lab cross). I think a lot of people have a soul dog, and for me, Ripley was that. She very literally saved my life by simply being there during my darkest depressions, and whenever I would have a panic attack, I would bury my face in her fur and breath in, and her scent would somehow pull me out of it. I live now absolutely terrified of what’s going to happen the next time I have an anxiety attack and she’s not around.

About three weeks before, she started limping. Vet said basically that it’s either a sprained muscle or bone cancer. I said, well, let’s start optimistic, get her some painkillers and muscle relaxants to give her leg time to heal if it’s a sprain and then go from there. And for about three weeks, it worked. Went off the meds 10 days later and was seemingly back to normal. So I figure I dodged a bullet.

At the end of February, it starts up again; worse this time. So I make another vet appointment for x-rays, but it wouldn’t be until the end of the week, and because she’s in pain, the vet asks if I can drop her off and she can hang around there so that they can squeeze her in, in between actual appointments that same day. I said yes, not even thinking for a moment that this would be the last time I would see her awake and alert.

I knew that it was possibly bone cancer. I was expecting that. That isn’t what haunts me and makes me cry when I think about it. It’s two things primarily.

1. The absolute sudden nature of it. I get a phone call saying that they’re asking my permission to sedate her for the x-ray because it’s too uncomfortable and painful for her to sit in the machine in the proper position to xray her leg otherwise. And then a second phone call an hour later, not only confirming that it was bone cancer, but that it had already started into her lungs. I had to make a choice. I could either take her home for a day or two to say goodbye in private, but in order to not be in pain she would essentially be so drugged up that she wouldn’t really have an quality of life anyway. Or I could race to the vet and say my goodbye’s right then and there. That unexpectedness hit me like a tonne of bricks, but what really hurt was…

2. I called a friend to drive me to the vet and be there with me while I said goodbye. When we arrived, Ripley was still only just starting to come out of the first sedation that she had been given in order to take the x-ray. I spent almost an hour, just laying on the floor next to her, talking to her and stroking her fur. But I don’t know…and I’ll never truly know for sure; if she knew that I was there for her in her final moments. Did she wake up enough from the first sedative enough to register my presence with her before they gave her the next one in order to start the euthenasia process?

Or did my Ripley go to her rest thinking that she was alone, and her last memory of me was dropping her off at the vet?

My friend insists that she felt Ripley’s breathing speed up when she heard my voice, but she could just be trying to make me feel better. And it’s that unknown that still makes me cry whenever I think of it, even two months later.

The last ugly sobbing cry was a month after she passed, the crematorium sent me her ashes back, and, unbeknownst to me, they took a nose print of her nose for me. Seeing that nose print broke me all over again. It’ll soon be a tattoo.

Anyway, I’m going to stop now. I’ve run on long enough and I’m on the verge of crying again. Pretty manly for a 50-year old dude, I know… But she was my everything and I miss her terribly every day.

Might be different up here in Canada. But up here you can either ask for a random ticket, or you can fill in a card with the numbers that you want (lucky numbers, etc…)

What are next weeks lottery numbers?