Unfortunately, Xena has got to go. There’s no phonetic difference with Z. Xavier might be your best bet, but that’s a tough one.
Edit… Quebec and Kilo in the NATO one give me pause, though. Maybe Xena can stay after all.
Unfortunately, Xena has got to go. There’s no phonetic difference with Z. Xavier might be your best bet, but that’s a tough one.
Edit… Quebec and Kilo in the NATO one give me pause, though. Maybe Xena can stay after all.
Specifically for soccer, there’s O40 teams (and even beyond, up to “walking soccer/football”), and if you can change your headspace just a bit, you can drop down to a more recreational level and still enjoy the sport you love. Just be mindful that they’re not really the bad guys, and you can still try to stop them and shut out the rest of the world. As a chronic overthinker, that simple headspace can be a really healing place to be for a while.
I didn’t even start playing until I was already fat and almost thirty, but I had a good ten years of playing indoor off and on; yes… forty, but you almost certainly have much better fitness than I ever did, LOL. Speaking of indoor, it really limits the duration of your sprints and whether on offense or defense you can “manage” more of the field without the same physical strain. The consistent conditions are nice too, though many facilities smell like sweat at all times.
This is already settled science.
I certainly didn’t mean to imply they’re actually incorrect, just that presumably working to fix it was part of their mandate, and the frank admission that they didn’t magically fix everything is kinda darkly funny.
I did particularly like this:
“We did not make this organisation insolvent, it was already insolvent,” the management committee said on Sunday.
Saying that in an indignant Australian accent makes it feel like it came straight out of some antipodean cringe-humor sitcom (FYI “Fisk” is pretty good!).
That fat PP looks a little on the short side.
Most likely, yes. I think most people do end up finding one or two smaller boards’ worth of “unicorn barf,” which is to say everything is the right shape and 95-99% have the right thing written on them, but the colors are totally random and visually jarring. I also have a few ideas that might benefit from some of the weirder caps, (like a big square that uses four keybaord switches… people seem to end up with some of those) and occasionally you’ll land on something that someone in the hobby actually does need and you can help them out. A lot of it is simply indulging a certain need to examine and categorize.
Despite the site screaming left and right that one should not count on a proper keyboard’s worth of keycaps at all, much LESS a matching set, and despite years of forum and reddit posts declaring their underwhelming nature, I still bought a 5-pound (2.27kg) sack of random keycaps from Signature Plastics in Washington state.
I just have to know, and I’m kind of unironically looking forward to sorting them like so many Lego bricks. I may even get a few that are useful for my projects.
Older people however, were generally more disparaging and would openly scoff with “why would we need philosophy!” often followed by “[Science | religion | real life] tells us everything we need to know” depending on their particuar worldview.
Philosophy is just psychology. Psychology is just biology. Biology is just chemistry. Chemisty is just physics. Physics is just math. Math, though, math is just philosophy. Fun joke, but like many such jokes, there’s an element of truth there. While I have met some philosophy majors who find the exploration of logic so compelling that they forget to consider the humanity of their first principals, I deeply respect that Philosophy is ultimately the underpinning of how humans think about the universe in any meaningful way.
Yup. I also liked this, but I’m trying hard not to just quote the whole thing back, because it’s all good.
Their wealth insulates them from friction so effectively there’s no incentive or pressure for them to develop an imagination, or diversify their knowledge to the point where an imagination might emerge on its own. I can’t think of a better argument for a humanities requirement than a billionaire being asked “how do we know what is real?” and responding with “cryptographic signatures.”
Agreed. I think this is more specifically it rather than the 50s.
Ignore that the era was laissez-faire with immigrants actually arriving (though of course the robber barons who were working their laborers to death were okay with this… until they began to unionize), and it’s a remarkably apt analogy. I’m pretty sure you can see Trump openly pining for The Gilded Age from time to time, though that may literally just be because he thinks gilding things is awesome.
I haven’t looked it up, but having spent a lot of time in Northeast Georgia, I’m guessing the odds are pretty high that the stress on that town name is on the first syllable.
And for every single one of them, the ‘gh’ at one point described a phlegmy hissing sound. Modern English spelling is sometimes closer to Chinese than we might think.
And much cheaper, but the infrastructure is already there for normie golf if even walking the course would be a challenge. That reminds me that I need to see if my bag of 15 year old pastic still has anything usable in it and go to my local DG course.
If you haven’t spent as much time refining the prompt as you would have to take an art class and do the medical research, have you really used the AI properly at all?
Law school can be eye-opening. Con law in particular was an interesting one. If you can make it through Marbury v Madison in your first semester of your first year and not realize that the entire American system is held together with chewing gum and baling wire and it’s a miracle it ever enabled a functional government at all, or get through Dred Scott v Sandford or Plessy v. Ferguson later on and not realize that the law should always seek justice in as far as said chewing gum and baling wire even halfway plausibly permit, then you’re either an idiot or an asshole, and probably both.
Slavish devotion to your generation’s “plain reading” of increasingly distant legalese written by – to put it euphemistically – deeply conflicted men who were indeed clever and motivated, but were also the half-educated elites of a cultural backwater, is how you end up with our current mess.
But only play if the solenoid is working. A person has got to have standards.
Peak Thomas horror has already been achieved…