There’s never been a time where a sane person would use a Windows server for example
I dunno if it was sane, but my employer has been deploying Windows servers in industrial environments where the “operator” are technicians (non-IT) without access to remote support. With a Windows interface at least they are usually able to navigate the system and troubleshoot when needed without Linux experience (which they never have).
As someone with 2 kids, they still are!
The story so far: Rosamund’s father has become ensnared by Mr. Shabby’s extraordinary personal magnetism. Bob and Janet have eaten Mr. Farquar’s goldfish during an Oxfam lunch, and Mrs. Elsmore’s marriage is threatened by Doug’s insistence that he is on a different level of consciousness. Louise’s hernia has been confirmed, and Jim, Bob’s brother, has run over the editor of the ‘Lancet’ on his way to see Jenny, a freelance Pagoda designer. On the other side of the continent Napoleon still broods over the smoldering remains of a city he had crossed half the earth to conquer…
I am not, but can you lend me a bob until next Thursday to mend the shed? I am expecting a postal order and can pay you back as soon as it comes. Love, Ewan.
If I had money, I promise I’d do something useful with it. Like putting up a shed in my garden.
I’ve always just assumed it’s because uncovered feet are vaugely intimate
Especially when they’re in my mouth
That’s so weird, I’m 7 years older and I still look like a child, comparatively
LibreOffice is good. Very good even. I just wish Calc always had a 1-to-1 feature parity with Excel for it’s formulas, it would make it so much easier to collaborate on a spreadsheet with others. I think I had to wait a few years on e.g. XLOOKUP.
On my Gardena, it would be no chance. The “skirt” around it means you would need to lift it to get hurt, and any attempts to lift it triggers the emergency stop. I reckon that’s standard with most of them. The teeny tiny blades are also not really screwed down, so it doesn’t have much cutting potential, just enough for grass and weeds.
Well, the Facebook algorithm has noticed that I stop scrolling when I see big ole tiddies, so my feed has been very… suggestive lately. Not that I’m complaining.
no negative change in my post-laundry output
What a beautiful phrase, I’m totally gonna nick the term post-laundry output
M’lady
always
Even in July 1914? Interesting take.
I’ll let my kids make their own mistakes to learn from. Except for never frying bacon topless, that shit I’m teaching them early.
I first read it as “mechanical debt” (probably because of the gear-shaped figure), and had an existential crisis for a few milliseconds. I need to take my car to the shop as soon as I can afford it.
The mirror is how you see yourself. The camera is how you’re seen by others.
show me any established religion, and I’ll show you a few dozen beliefs associated with that religion that 99.9% of worshippers conveniently ignore
Zoroastrianism.
but the world ends when you show a tit on screen
Speaking of, I think my world started with seeing a casual Beverly D’Angelo tiddie in one of the National Lampoon vacation movies.
Imagine writing your breakup in Office 2007… I mean, at least use a free and open-source software like LibreOffice.