Yeah, it seems at a certain breaking point in the difficulty curve it becomes “catch up with the AI boni”, which made it a completely different game for me. And as you said, usually by renaissance you know if this is going to be a landslide victory (which at that point becomes a chore), or if you’re screwed.
I guess it shows how out of touch (old) I am that it’s completely bewildering to me that there could be people who do not understand folders … on a computer. Phones, tablets, yeah, I get that, those actively make it harder and harder to access the folder structure. But computers?
Vgl. Landwirte. 25% Lohnsteigerung ist selbst für die IGM ein feuchter Traum, aber unser Bauer im die Ecke ist sich immer noch nicht zu doof dafür, mit einem “Agrardiesel muss bleiben” Aufkleber auf seinem Q7 rumzufahren.
My bidet toilet came with a “demonstration tool”. A (transparent) plastic contraption that can be put on the toilet which 1) activates the bum-sensor and 2) blocks the water stream.
The toilet also has a “demonstration” mode, I did not dare to turn that on, though.
I got to learn to love those bidet toilets through my frequent (extended) work travels to Japan. Got one for myself at home when the bathroom was up for renovation. Now I am dreading any work trip to not-Japan because I’ll have to shit like a barbarian for that time.
Oh, I have a similar story from my (unfortunately late) void:
Had a big chunk of pork, which I trimmed for the BBQ. All the cuttings (mostly fat) I put in a pad to render (?) the delicious lard. Somehow I forgot to put a lid on the pan while it cooled down, and the whole thing got forgotten in the mess the kitchen was after a nice Barbie and beers with friends. Next morning I woke up, thought “oh crap, the lard”. Went downstairs, first susicious thing: cat nowhere to be seen. Pan on the stove was completely clean. As in straight from the dishwasher clean. The I saw the cat lolling around on the sofa, barely awake, and almost unresponsive. Even shaking his morning treats did not prompt him to come into the kitchen (which usually was the ritual). And then it dawned on me: the little rascal slurped about a whole pound of pork lard during the night from the pan. Did not eat for two days straight, but seemed happy as a clam.
Wherever he is now, I hope he gets all the lard he wants.
Der Optimist in mir sagt, “Na endlich fangen die an, sich selbst zu zerlegen”. Der Pessimist kontert: "Jede rechtsstaatliche Aufarbeitung wird von denen als Hexenjagd instrumentalisiert werden, und es wird funktionieren.’
Wait. The OPA from expanse? There is some resemblance, but I’d say it more looks like a gamepad/emoji hybrid.
Scientist here, a lot of my job is writing texts with references to other literature of the field, or reviewing such texts (or PowerPoints). Main screen has the document open, the other is actually in portrait format and has gazillions of open pdfs on it that are relevant to whatever I’m working on. I had to get this setup for working from home because productivity dropped immensely with only one screen.
I’ve seen those in the US not too long ago, too.
This so much. I have a three days a week home Office deal, and I did Not, We, Fr for some time and it sucked. Monday I just could not find a proper start for the workday, which in the end translated to doing more work in the evening. Same on fridays, where I just did not find a proper cut to end the work day. So bad it even went into Saturday mornings. Now I do Tu-Th as home Office days, which works amazingly.
I’m pretty sure my Dad’s cat is really a glutton.
I am thoroughly confused, isn’t “Dudette” a term that’s used for female Dudes? Or “her Dudeness” if you aren’t into that whole brevity thing.
To be really inclusive, I would also use the term for female dogs, like, “Hey, dogs and…”. Yeah, no,.sorry, I’ll show myself out.
I have recently adopted this, absolute game changer.
What I found makes it even better is to shovel the pasta directly from the pot into the sauce, getting little amounts of pasta water with it. I guess it’s the same taking half a ladle of pasta water shortly before it’s finished and add it to the sauce, the starch helping to bind the sauce
Ja, die Bahn ist echt der letzte Ort, wo man das D-Ticket kaufen sollte. Ein bisschen beschleicht mich das Gefühl, dass das aber Methode ist, weil die Bahn eigentlich mit Nahverkehr nix am Hut haben will.
Ich hab’s einmal da gemacht, als ich an einem 15. eines Monats absehen konnte, dass sich das gegenüber Einzeltickets lohnen wird. Doof nur dass das Abo am 10. des Vormonats gekündigt werden muss, ich in der Konstellation dann also zwei Monate bezahlen musste. Mir kann einfach niemand erzählen, dass es irgendeinen technischen oder administrativen Grund dafür gibt, dass man zwanzig Tage Vorlauf für die Kündigung braucht. Bei 30(31) Tagen Laufzeit. Da wirken die sechs Wochen Kündigungsfrist der Bahncard noch geradezu plausibel. Bei jedem anderen Anbieter würde man das als Anfälle bezeichnen.
Ich war ja sehr lange ein grosser Fan von ihr, für mich hat sie aber mit ihrer Maithink X show (alleine der Name ist ja schon affig) ganz schön an Glaubwürdigkeit verloren. Muss denn selbst in den ÖR Sendern Wissenschaft in einer Blödelshow auf Karl Dall Niveau verwurstet werden, damit man auch ja das gesamte werberelevante Publikum mitnimmt?
Vielleicht ist da der Schritt in die Politik nur der nächste logische, und auch wenn ich sehr begrüsse dass Menschen, die noch evidenzbasiert denken und kommunizieren können auch Einzug in die Politik nehmen, scheint mit da die Gefahr des Personenkults doch ein bisschen hoch.
It’s not even pizza. It’s some weird tomato quiche, but definitely not pizza.
You can buy alcohol at Disney?! With everything being so prude about drinking in public in the US, this completely amazes me.
“All the riches of these lands are mine, all of Gastown is MINE!” Scabrous Scrotus, yeah, sounds about right.