I got everything done today. Laundry, grocery shopping, meal prep. Even took down a couple wasp nests that I blasted in the wee hours yesterday morning.
So that means that tomorrow there is no responsibility so I can and probably will do exactly as depicted in the picture.
What a life!
(As to the wasp nests, I’m generally live and let live but these two straddled my door and were making it dangerous to leave or enter the house, so it was them or me. Sorry little wasp buddies)
All I can see is that it’s an RDP extension
Type: remote desktop connection
Otherwise I didn’t see a product name in properties
So how would I go about installing Linux on my shitty $200 refurbished Dell laptop? Would it continue to support my USB docking station with mouse keyboard and three monitors? What about remoting into work?
I don’t otherwise particularly do anything on it. No gaming or any such thing.
I’m proud of my demon spawn
She’s a tech savvy electrical engineer who spends her working hours mucking about with semiconductors.
When she’s not at work, which seems to be pretty much all day every day, she’s out on remote hiking trails with primitive camping gear.
From this old man’s perspective, she’s living the ideal balanced life.
My parents have long since passed on, so it’s not even possible. I may end up living with my daughter later down the line. I’m SO single and solitary (by choice) that I’m concerned about going all dementia/stroke/heart attack later on with nobody to tend to me, so I’ll likely lean on her when I’m in my mid to late sixties or so.
She’s getting everything I own, and I should have reasonable retirement funds, so it’s not like I’m going to rely on her financially.
My big mistake was fucking up on getting myself long term care, which I no longer can do unless I get a new job. My employer and I mutually fucked that up when I started at my current job.
Fun quotes from my daughter, around age ten or eleven: “You’re going to be the cranky old man that we grudgingly take on vacation with us.” and “You can always live in my basement.”
And yes, we have discussed this topic. I’m not unilaterally just saying this on the Internet.
Usury was indeed the term that immediately came to mind.
I would agree, but it’s not my life, not my money. You can’t really go around telling people they fucked up every time you see it.
Most of the math I do at work is related to compound interest. Of all the math I believe the general public should understand, the concept of how paying interest to others is a total screw would get my top vote.
I have a co-worker who took out a car loan last week at, wait for it, FIFTY THREE PERCENT INTEREST! No concept of what that was costing her. She could only see, “I can afford the monthly payment.”
(1 + r)^n and its friend 1/(1 + r)^n have been the two most important concepts in work and personal life that I’ve ever learned and applied.
I know several of those. One I don’t see listed is stuff made here. If you’re a fan of backyard scientist, you’re gonna love stuff made here.
Smarter everyday is really a special one. The way that guy involves his kids and his own boyish excitement when he finally gets an experiment right is downright heartwarming. Then there was the whole episode checking in on physics girl. He had no particular incentive to do that. He just really seems to care.
Off the top of my head:
Casablanca
Citizen Kane
It’s a Wonderful Life
The Wizard of Oz
Ben Hur
Cleopatra
Giant
Rebel Without a Cause
American Graffiti
The Graduate
Psycho
North by Northwest
Scientists discover THIS many shots of vodka will inebriate you
It’s just a thought exercise. There are several reputable YouTube videos on this topic. None of them claim that the speed of light isn’t the speed of light. They’re just demonstrating that we can’t prove it with current technology. Similar to the difficulty it took to finally prove that one plus one equals two. We know that’s correct, but it took years to prove it.
I know it’s wrong and that I’m going to Internet hell for admitting to it, but there’s a smell when Grandma would light her cigarette in the hot box car with the windows up that I find nostalgic to this day even though I find the concept of smoking in a car repugnant
The crazy thing is that it was so prevalent, I don’t really remember the world smelling smoky unless I went into a small room like my grandparents living room.
I didn’t notice it in places like restaurants and bars until after the bans came.
I would guess that my generation has a diminished sense of smell because of it.
It’s not me and I have an office. It doesn’t get to me.
But I can definitely see that it would bother a whole lot of people.
On that, I’m old enough to have begun my working life when people smoked cigarettes at their desks. This is a much, much better alternative.
People bring their dogs to work all the time in my office. Fortunately, all of us are dog lovers, so we all enjoy it.
The other trend that doesn’t bother me, but surprises me is that I’d estimate about two thirds of the people in my office vape at their desks.
We also have bean to cup espresso, which is nice. People will go find high end beans and contribute them. It works out nicely.
We’re highly educated professionals, damnit!
I just took a charter flight that didn’t involve going through TSA or the airport terminal.
Whatever happened on the flight itself was irrelevant as the sheer pleasure of getting on a plane without the standard anal probe far outweighed all other aspects of the journey.
About these Lemmy poster bones.
Do you make stock with them?
Do you use the stock to finish a nice shit poster paella?
What’s for dessert?
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That’s how I try to describe growing up with it when people ask why I don’t to to church or subscribe to any religion.
Aside from the many other aspects of it, even as a child, I couldn’t understand why I was supposed to be so enthusiastically smug that I belonged to this thing that seemed to exist only to impose rules on everything imaginable and that those rules would invariably be against anything even remotely fun or pleasurable. Hell we couldn’t even use most spices; thanks Dr Kellogg.
At age six or so I legitimately perceived it to be sinful to smile or laugh for fear I’d be punished because there would be some arbitrary rule that whatever caused me to smile or laugh was too worldly.
Fuck that. I’ll be miserable and curmudgeonly on my own terms!