I have (had?) an arms length friend that is prone to making bad choices.
He aspires to be a decent guy, but struggles with making the right choices. He made some pretty bad choices last year.

Cheated on his wife with a coworker that was, er, not someone I’d trust. Got caught. Coworker then got pregnant. A few months later he called me to ask if he could crash in our guest bedroom for ‘no more than three days’ while he cut things off with the coworker and worked on reconciling with the wife. While he was still that coworker’s supervisor and baby daddy, unbeknownst to his supervisors.
Seeing nothing but red flags there, I offered to pay for a hotel room for him for a week, and he never took me up on the offer. My wife’s eyebrows were almost at the ceiling when we got off the phone. She very much appreciated not inviting that mess into our lives. I haven’t heard from him since.

Unimpressed. It’s not 7:20.

All that engineering and they didn’t get the time right.

I’m in IT, but not that kind of IT.

Last week I afflicted myself with the Location Services are turned off bug by installing the 23H2 update to duplicate an issue a user in my work area was having.

When I called desktop support, we could not replicate the issue after he remoted in.
He closed the Remote Desktop connection, and the issue reoccurred.
He remoted in. The popup vanished as soon as he connected. We couldn’t replicate the issue. He seemed dubious now. He disconnected. It occurred. I got a screenshot. He reconnected. We looked at the remote connection settings. Remote connections were set to override location. Disabled that. Issue presented. We both had a good laugh.

It indicates other things, too!

Being sleep deprived and not having seen the first one or having read the linked article before commenting, I can only assume the sequel is the one in which he finally saves that woman from Jerry Seinfeld.

A Doobie for Ruby.

I hear you, but I would imagine that Musk would retaliate by counter-suing the city and/or state, if for no other reason than spite. And would drag the whole thing out for at least as long as the AI infatuation lasts before abandoning the building for officials to deal with.

A single citizen with a drone and a bunch of glass bottles full of petrol dropped onto the generators, however, would shut down operations immediately.

I used to have a TCL soundbar.

In addition to being extremely mediocre, it promised to integrate with my WiFi so that music could be airplayed through it. After adding it to my WiFi, it still broadcast the open ‘setup’ WiFi network.

If you joined the setup network, you could SSH into the soundbar as root without a password and dump the dhcp.conf file, which would give anyone access to my home WiFi network. Other TCL models also allowed for root via SSH, but used 12345678 as the password. A skilled hacker could just bot these via wardriving and turn them into network listeners.

It may have still broadcast the setup network because I blocked the device from accessing the internet. I only ever went poking around on it because I noticed that the setup network kept getting set to the same channels as my home network and it was causing interference. I eventually just factory reset the device so it had no information on it at all.
After the umpteenth time of not being found by my TV, a hard reset killed it. Just got stuck booting and never recovered.

Anyway - crap brand. Sad day for Sony TV fans.

Having just read a comment about someone who actually went through the process of having a kid by employing stuff like cycle and fertility tracking, scheduling both sex and abstinence, as well as other not-fun stuff, your comment made me think of taking the kink to an extreme, where instead of lots of rambunctious boning, it was a couple nerds doing intense and fruitless science to find the optimal way to impregnate someone that was impossible to impregnate. (Unless they start looking at the mating habits of bedbugs, but that’s a third, separate, entirely unhinged thing.)

I mean, I’m pretty sure I know which interpretation you meant. But brains are weird and I’m sleep deprived.

As someone who isn’t going to have kids and doesn’t want them, I still get the growing old alone concern.

It’s not that I would have wanted children to take care of me, but that I don’t trust the social safety system in the U.S.
Even if things are going well, it’s still a terrifying proposition. My first job ever was as a dietary aid at a mid-level retirement home, and while some of the people there were thriving (namely the folks who somehow managed to go into the home with their partners), the majority were a study of what happens when the ability to live exceeds the will. It was a formative experience.

That’s why I’m in therapy and desperately scared that between neurodivergence and trauma, that I’m not going to be one of those really social old people with friends everywhere that care for them and keep them company. Although I think it’s not a given that kids will automatically be there for you as you age, I can see the appeal of doing what you can to hedge your bets. It’s a terrifying world out there, and we only have each other.

Her name is Juniper! We mostly call her June Bug, though.

I’m not sure if I’m sharing the link the right way, but here’s Juniper and her big brother.

We recently adopted a kitten that was fostered before she could be adopted out by the local animal shelter.

To say that she’s the best, most lovely, and well adjusted cat is an understatement. We have two dogs and a year old one orange brain cell cat (who is also very sweet, but he comes on strong).

She walked into our lives utterly fearlessly. She purrs so loudly at the slightest affection. She wrestles with our other cat, who is 10x her size. She’s getting confident with the dogs - she’s currently sleeping between my wife and our velcro heeler, touching both of them.

We’re really grateful for her, and for the love and care that was given to her. Although we adopted her from a local shelter, we know the people that fostered her, so we know she was found eating trash with her littermates in a neighbor’s yard. She was just a street kitten with no mom before she got scooped up and shown all the love, which we see every day.

It’s hard, sometimes unforgiving work, but not unnoticed, and not without impact. Thank you for caring.

Science vs religion, baby.

It’s too socialistic by the standards of capitalists and has been run out of most cooking schools. It’s occasionally taught as an ‘alternative’ recipe, but for some reason, despite rendering a better pizza, it’s never widely adopted.

I think the joke is that might be AP style pizza.

In the U.S. milk comes in half gallon and gallon measures, which look like your 2L and 3L containers, respectively.

Sometimes you will find milk in waxed paper cartons, but that is not the norm. (It’s very common, however, for dairy products that are often bought by pint and quart — typically half and half, heavy cream, or coffee creamers.) Our fancier non-dairy creamers tend to be in tetrapaks or cartons, with less expensive (or at least distributed in higher volumes) creamers in plastic bottles.

I completely missed the water and the curtain because I was distracted that she kind of looks pregnant and focused on trying to figure out the meaning with that.

Read this

That’s kind of fucked up if there’s not an indication that it’s a replica. Akin to yelling fire in a theater if someone used one of them maliciously.

Perhaps it could be kind of neat as a curio if it’s a highly engineered/beautiful work of art (that is maybe too expensive to use for malicious ‘jokes’). But I’d still want it to have some sort of indication that folks aren’t getting dosed/they don’t have to trigger a response by your local atomic energy officials.

Editing to add that before I picked Krakatoa (fingers crossed on my inability to predict natural disasters), I actually searched for “disasters with no death toll” to use as an example for a potential model without much success. It is in poor taste and my comments are definitely parody.