A whole roasted pig. It’s horrifying to look at, but so damn yummy.

I just stop when it’s no longer fun and I lose interest. I find arguing in the comments to sometimes be a decent way to search up details about the topic at hand, to gather ammo.

Ministry’s “Goddamn White Trash”

"Indoctrinated, the facts are ignored

Manipulated into civil war."

Yes, the focus should be on problem solving, thinking for yourself, navigating texts, etc. I don’t want to issue them a tool to get a job done. I want them to build their own toolbox and decide for themselves what the best strategy is going to be.

If AI takes over my field (education), we are truly fucked.

I guess I’d try out a personal business of making home servers for people who want to start their own businesses.

That would be like having sex with Wimp Lo from Kung Pow.

Breast implants can squeak.

RTFM, a prerequisite for Critical Thinking

It boggles my mind how many students can’t find answers in the one tool they have for any given subject. That’s Step 1 for problem solving just about everything: trust the literature and sort it the fuck out.

Good on ya for respecting the gravity of it and his silence about it. It’s fucking horrible what war does to people. You could sign a contract with the best of intentions, naive as they may be. Regardless of why you joined, they have your ass, and whatever you’re forced into will weigh on you.

This happened decades ago, but I still think about it sometimes. It’s foggy, but some details I haven’t forgotten.

One of my friends invited me to the movies. His wife was doing laundry and wasn’t interested in the movie, so she stayed home while we took off. When we got to the theater, we realized we were over an hour early. So, we decided to go back to his place to grab a bite.

When we got back, I stayed in the living room while my friend went upstairs, looking for his wife.

Then I heard everyone shouting and screaming, the sound of metal banging on the floor. Heavy thuds and crying.

The door opened to the master bedroom upstairs and another man, covered in sweat and blood, scrambled out of the house.

I went upstairs and saw the aftermath: my friend’s weight set tossed to the floor, scuff marks and drops of blood everywhere. My friend and his wife were in the master bathroom, arguing and crying.

I don’t remember clearly what happened after that, but I know that my former friend beat a man nearly to death for sleeping with his wife.

Do you know that they were involved in violent acts? Did they serve overseas?

Also, if they did commit acts of violence, were they justifiable (for saving a person’s life from an assailant, for example)?

Maybe something like Guacamole with multiple users configured to ssh into a terminal. You can lock down permissions so users can only SSH automatically where they’re supposed to go.

It’s certainly a double-edged sword. Being at home is a net positive, but the pay cut, workload, and weird never-leaving-the-office feeling is there.

Doing the Lord’s work, I see. I should’ve been more explicit with my explanation, like explaining what this was doing on my TV. Didn’t want to “explain the joke,” though.

It’s a silly way to define Tsongsul, which came up on that episode of Food Theory. Tweens think it’s top-tier comedy.

It’s from a YouTube series called Food Theory . It’s the same host of Game Theory, but they tackle topics like certain food myths (like what’s in a Krabby Patty or if you could actually eat a horse). It’s a silly show with some insightful trivia sprinkled throughout.

Working from home. It sounds like a dream, but it’s called a job for a reason.

It’s not bad at all. Fedora Workstation has sane defaults. I’ve been enjoying Server Edition for years to monitor quadlets.

It’s been pretty enjoyable so far. More complex than the original. They knew what age fans of the original would be.

Damn, that was my go-to sauce that doesn’t taste like vinegar.