The issue isn’t about what it can and can’t do, it’s that it is CONSTANTLY attempting to step in and “fix” my spreadsheet in bizarrely inane ways. Why won’t it give me the “shut up and stay the fuck out of my way” option? There is no option to remove or silence copilot. That damn thing follows my cursor like a ring wraith after Frodo. It has already fucked up more than one of my spreadsheets without asking or being asked. If I hadn’t been paying attention, I might not have caught the absolutely bat shit insane edits it was making to simple and correct functions I’d already entered. No, copilot you don’t know what I’m doing. Clippy was less intrusive.

That’s my point. Your judgemental “speaking your truth” is antithetical to the entire point of the post. To be sure, it is a paradox of tolerance, but that’s no excuse.

Given how hung up you are with what other people enjoy (it’s sooo gracious of you to not complain to them directly) and your judgement of the “quality” of that enjoyment, maybe you should try a little more of that introspection you seem to admire. As long as they’re not hurting anyone else, their hobbies are theirs. Not everybody needs to be a philosopher for their hobbies to have meaning to them. This post isn’t about YOU approving or accepting of other people’s weird hobbies. It’s about admiring people because of their enthusiasm, regardless of you or anyone else thinks. Focusing on your own judgmental attitudes about those hobbies totally and completely misses the point.

He’s blinding it by putting a bag over its head, but the bag is strangely not illustrated. Ostriches calm significantly once they can’t see. The meme of an ostrich sticking their head in the sand has some basis in reality, especially considering they love building their nests in sandy areas.

I think the guy in the front is pantomiming putting a bag over its head, but the bag itself is missing from the illustration.

Complimenting people can feel like a shameful act. But, I’ve tried to learn to not be ashamed about being genuinely complimentary as long as I’m not being a creep or intrusive about it.

• That’s a great color on you!
• Random thing I admire about you that you clearly chose or cultivated.
• Somebody here is wearing an amazing perfume/cologne.
• You handled that situation with a grace/creativity/enthusiasm that I envy.
• Your’s was a truly insightful or creative take.
• NOT comments on the things about themselves they have little or no control over (like height for men, or breast size for women. You’re complimenting people not objects).

I like to just drop the genuinely positive truth bombs and walk away like a geriatric crop dusting the early bird special. They (the target of said compliment) should not feel obligated to acknowledge reciprocate in any way. This suddenly feels shamefully long winded. Be cool to each other.

Odd design choice. My oven turns the light on when the door is opened (in addition to a manual option). Maybe somebody “repaired” your oven at some point and replaced the door switch for the light with the wrong type? I had to be aware of this when I replaced a similar switch connected to a relay that turned a light on in a closet when you opened the door. I don’t remember the specific jargon at the moment, but it boiled down to whether or not the switch was open or closed by the action of depressing the switch. I think the language might have been something like normally open or normally closed.

More like by design for an LTS release.

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Ozone being generated by spotty and arcing electrical connections?

No it’s not. It’s not like people haven’t mapped, measured, and studied the ice for generations. If it had been like that any time in human history, there would be able evidence.

The Late Cenozoic Ice Age has seen extensive ice sheets in Antarctica for the last 34 million years.

Art, of a sort.

Ever really destroyed your server because the it needed were available? I have. It was so much worse than a boot process that froze.

If Systemd was pausing due to a network share being down, it’s only because I (or you) told it to do exactly that. There are lots of good reasons to delay the boot process until all drives the system expects to be there are actually there or the network is up. Cleaning up the mess that happens when the system does not check these kinds of things at boot is so much worse. It’s never really some nebulous thing. Like it or not, intentional or not, the machine is doing exactly what you asked it to do and a delayed boot or a boot halted until you can solve the real problem is almost always better (or at least safer) than the alternatives. I’ve experienced all the things you’ve mentioned, dealt with each of those issues, and it was so much more of a hassle to diagnose before Systemd.

A marriage is between two people and their families. It’s always personal and anecdotal. Fighting the patriarchy and gender stereotypes doesn’t always happen on grand civic scales, it happens in many many boring everyday personal anecdotal interactions.

Some people have an account on many many many different instances and cross post to them all from different accounts so that when you block their account on one instance you’ll still see the posts from their alts. Could this be part of what you’re seeing?

It’s not. I asked their mother. But asked isn’t even really the right word. I discussed proposing to their child with them first out of empathy, courtesy, respect, just plain demonstrating the ability to have real life adult conversations. I think using the idiom of “Asking for permission” really has some pedants in this thread in a twist.

Looks a lot like Exit 8.

Somebody’s got to mention Red Dwarf. It’s kind of like if The Office (UK) and Farscape had a baby and raised it on an old Dr. Who set.

I get that you’re trying to be witty, but … Well I don’t know what to say that isn’t mean. I just don’t think it’s funny anymore.

For the hopelessly literal and pedantic, the School is named after Joseph L. Mailman, a business person that donated a bunch of money, not a gender exclusive profession.