Brave Little Hitachi Wand

I see people who are showing concern borne of experience, and with marked consensus. If you’re confident they’re wrong about your situation, it still may be worth reflecting on what they’ve learned and to limit your ambitions - or at least, consider building things on a more conservative timeline than you were imagining. Have big dreams, but start with biting off an amount you can certainly chew.

Immediately assumed they meant the good Amazon and got sad. Talk about emotional whiplash

The choice was well made. It’s only a shame you couldn’t have caused them more trouble.

Prejudice is never as clever as the people who find it confusing

That clubhouse ties the whole squad together

We are dire hominids, after all

How does he know?

Going to start this course today actually, didn’t realise

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Boghossian#Street_epistemology

I’m partial to “the devil shits on the biggest pile”

If things are really bad it’s just “living the dream”

In times of crisis, you’re liable to find out what you’re really made of. For all of history, unassuming folk have been surprised to find that they are made of pretty stern stuff.

That’s not to say we all come out of it looking heroic. In order to do that, we must be fortunate enough to realise that just because the world can be cruel, doesn’t mean we need be.

I guess I’m so many words my answer is that you will have to trust in yourself a little that you’ll know how to look after yourself. The real trick is going to be looking after the ones around you who make survival so much easier in the long run.

Likely, but it’s pretty minimal effort for a chance at saving the effort they were considering to fix it.

You might just get some paint thinner and try to use a swab to get the paint off the optical sensor

To equivocate, being a parent is by far the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, easily four times as hard as I expected. I have never been so ill used, overwhelmed, driven mad, exhausted, and neurotic in my life. And the only reason for all that stress is how much I want to do a good job. If I was stupid and didn’t give a shit about him, it would be pretty easy, as you say.

That said, actually worrying about doing well is a promising early sign in a prospective parent.

I have nothing to take away from that, I have one that’s six and this is basically my approach so far.

One thing I’ve learned to do is to demonstrate what to do when I don’t know something. If I don’t know a certain fact, I’ll go to Wikipedia on the spot and see if it’s there.

I’m also not perfect, but I’m a big fan of it and I support it with donations so yeah. Least I can do is provide an example that doesn’t involve an AI overview.

Shore do, chum!

On the sliding scale of capitalist whoredom, my line of work is far less salubrious than were I a gigolo; I work in maritime claims.

If someone tried to chat me up about what I do for money, I’d be fortunate to be so gentle about shutting them down.

Somehow even as a kid in America I always had a preference for the OED at my library. It just exuded this sense of supreme rightness to me.

Never occurred to me that normal grade school kids don’t all have a favourite dictionary. Ah well.