I saw the thumb and just thought, Macos for maco Monday?

Somewhere in the book of McMahon

My favourite bible passage is the one where Moses goes to see Pharo, and tells him that the Jews are trying to form a union.

So, if someone were to crash the moon into the earth to stop it escaping, as many as 1/12 of the population could experience a reduced quality of life?

Might need to consider not doing that I suppose.

Well, a “free” OS anyway.

I updated mine a couple of weeks ago. I was actually really anxious as It went through the process, but it worked fine, at first…
Then I found out Microsoft considered it a new computer and deactivated windows. (And that’s when I found out they deleted upgrade licences from windows 7 & 8 back in September)

I think, therefore I gam

And the underlying animal is still there too. It’s fully in control at birth, and gets drowned out as we mature (for some people, less than others).
Small children are little more than animals, which is why they’re so unreasonable.
It’s my belief that the reason the written word or things like clocks are usually unreadable in dreams, is because the animal is both illiterate and innumerate. Dreams are the animals understanding of our waking experience. It knows these patterns are important and how they relate to other things, but it has no fucking idea what any of it actually means.

That’s why they’re so keen on AI

Sample size of two, but mine don’t seem to have strong feelings on them either way. Although the older one (still in single digits) prefers Minecraft on the pc to the Switch, despite starting out on the latter.

At the very least, nationalise the last mile.

I’m aware of the community this is posted in, but my kid talks to her grandparents via the chat features in Google photos. Works over WiFi with specific contacts and no phone number required. It lets her show them pictures she’s drawn.
Google are involved of course, but there’s no algorithm pushing promoted posts or any of that BS

I don’t know why, the big fan is on

I have a purpose made device for that job. It’s a clear plastic cone with a hollow handle at the point. Half the open end is closed off. Inside there is a semicircular ‘door’ with it’s own handle that sits inside the hollow one.
You place it over the creature that’s getting evicted, then rotate the inner handle so the door rotates over the opening, sealing it (taking care not to trap any legs).

Then go outside and reverse the process to release it.
Personally I don’t mind spiders and would rather have them around than the pests they eat, but wifey is incredibly arachnophobic, so they have to go.

Sarlacc pit (the OG version)

If you cut your own hair, it won’t grow back. That was a lie my mum told me (after I experimented with the scissors). I believed her for years because there was a gap in my hairline. Eventually I realised "how would the hair know who cut it. The gap in my hairline was just my parting.

I believed LCD screens in digital watches were made of mercury (they were silver after all), which I knew was toxic. I thought that if you touched the display directly, you’d die. One day, I’d disassembled a cheap watch to see how it worked - I took everything apart back then, eventually I got good at putting them back together again. Drove my parents mad, but these days they always have something for me to fix whenever I go round.
Anyway, I had this watch in pieces, handling the innards like an IED, but disaster! I brushed the back of the screen with a fingertip.

I was dead. It was just a matter of time. I didn’t cry or run for help, nothing could be done, I was resigned to my fate.
After about an hour of continued existence I began to doubt my assumptions. It dawned on me that something so frighteningly lethal wouldn’t be simply handed to children with nothing but a cheap, press fit case! That said this was in the 80s, and back the I also believed it was both safe and fun to help demolish an asbestos cement outbuilding by jumping on the sheets to smash them into little pieces. That one might still get me, we’ll see.

I’m pretty good on commute time. It was a 5-10 minute drive or a 25-30 minute walk. I’ve stuck there for years because working for any of their competitors are in the area and I’d have to go straight to an hour each way minimum.
I wouldn’t mind going back in part time, if the hybrid office environment itself wasn’t so hostile to actually working, with sterile hot desks and everyone having loud overlapping conversations in their respective virtual meetings.

I’m fully WFH right now. Company policy leaves office attendance to each team, although almost no one is expected in full time as they’ve shed a significant number of desks. The pandemic is the reason it went that far but they were headed for hot desking and partial WFH in late 2019 anyway.
Personally, I’m not expected in at all except for monthly (local) team briefings, because the scheme I’m working on is based in an office at the other end of the country, and so I’d be remote working regardless of visiting “my” office.

WFH suits me, but to be honest I do sometimes wish I could go in. I miss having people to idly chat to, but I can’t. The office I want to return to isn’t there any more. I used to have my own desk, set up my own way, with neighbours from my (discipline) team, co workers and friends.

Now it’s a sea of souless hot desks, each identical to the next, same shitty misaligned monitors plugged into the same cheap hub, no dividers at all (it wasn’t quite cubes before, but there were half height dividers that absorbed some of the noise) resulting in an almighty din. Those friends who didn’t retire, quit or transfer might be sat near me, but probably won’t. I can’t even get a coffee unless I plan ahead because they no longer stock non-dairy because apparently it’s too much trouble now they don’t know who’s coming in when.

Eventually I’ll have to give up my home office because it will be needed as a bedroom, and I’ll have to go in, but until that day I’ll stay where I am.

That’s fair. Funnily enough, in the discussion that resulted from the meal I mentioned, my Chinese co-workers did say there are plenty of people who can’t use chopsticks well either.

Cutlery.
Growing up everyone around me could use a knife and fork, whereas chopsticks were something most people couldn’t use or only used badly. It never occurred to me that the opposite might be true until I shared a meal with some co-workers from mainland China and saw how clumsily they used our utensils.
It wasn’t until that point that I appreciated the amount of dexterity and finesse that goes into using cutlery well, and that I took it for granted because it’s something learned in childhood.