I agree with you personal. I meant more that people are irrational and if dad comes out back and the kid is soaked and crying, the kids most likely going to say idk she did this to me for no reason

I like that approach. But when the parent only has their kid’s half of the story, it’s understandable why they would be pissed. I think most of us would be. Why did they do that to my kid? I’d want answers amd I wouldn’t be happy about it.

A good way to reduce ewaste would be to not make people have to buy new computers

Shit dude. I’m having a smoke right now

Yes-ish. Work on at all, yes. Have full cross compatibility? Absolutely not. There are so many things that won’t retain formatting or features which plain don’t exist. For me, impress vs. powerpoint is a complete no go. I have to use office for work, so I just use powerpoint in a vm when I need it. And good luck ever working on anything with someone else. Office is an ever moving target. I sincerely, and unfortunately, doubt there will ever be a FOSS drop in replacement.

Shut up! As in close your mouth and stop talking!

The ending of Inner Light where Picard is playing the flute into the void

If you are getting a new phone, destroy that one. Burn it, run it over with your car, put it in a blender. Whatever. If you don’t want the crypto, don’t pass it on. End the cycle, and have fun doing it.

501. Pardon me while I step outside

The bait you use to go fishing for shawarma

Our school playground didn’t have a rubber ground. Or mulch. Or wood chips. No. We had gravel. Like little rocks gravel. And a swing set. A big one. Recess for us was jumping as far as we could into gravel.

We also had wooden monkey bars that gave you splinters. We tried to skip bars, and if we were lucky, land on the gravel. If we weren’t lucky, we would fall into a hornet’s nest. Hornets loved those old wooden playgrounds.

But perhaps the greatest piece of school yard entertainment was the steel merry go round. We’d have one of us try to hang off of it horizontally with 3 or 4 of us sping it. Lose your grip and fall off? Where would you land? You guessed it. Face first into the gravel.

That thing would get hot enough in the summer to fry an egg, but as much as we enjoyed eating our breakfast that way, we lost it before the end of 8th grade. A kid from a neighboring school crawled under theirs and tried to grab the axel while it was turning. It ripped his hand clean off. But still, those were the days.

Clearly add her on friendica

Listen yes. Hear not always

I keep a spare change of clothes in my office for exactly this reason

Agnostic atheist. Agnostic from the standpoint that the the existence of god is no more knowable than the number of angels who can sit on the tip of a needle. Atheist from the standpoint that theism ain’t it

Idk if is deliberate or just a consequence, but I’m very confused by the duplicit meaning of antisemetic (having anamosity toward jews or being anti israeli policy)

It depends. Some people say I’m sorry as a way to recognize their own interactions with the world. Knock something over and you might say shit. She might say sorry. Both roughly mean the same thing. You didn’t like that you knocked it over. The difference is anger is internal or singularly objective. I’m pissed at myself or the object. Sorry is environmental. I’m sorry to my apartment or to someone else who deals with the consequences.

The real test is if she says sorry and you tell her she only needs to be sorry if she did it on purpose. Particularly if in her mind the appology is actually meant for you. If she gets pissed off the implication is you don’t accept her apology and you are blaming her for it or doubting her sincerity. If that’s the case or if she laughs it off she’s well adjusted and is just someone who does that. If she’s confused apologizing is more a matter of being self concious. The truth is typically in the middle.

Waiting doesn’t take effort. Waiting patiently does.

I’ll ‘walk heavy’ in stores or stairwells whenever there is a blind corner

The best way to talk to a woman is to treat her like a person