I was born and raised throughout the whole Memphis Design era, reluctantly tolerated the Y2K era, gained a little hope for humanity during the Frutiger Aero era, then subsequently lost all hope once the Flat Design era hit.
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I came here to reference this book as well. It was required reading back in my elementary school (in the early '90s) and, as a white American male, opened my eyes to racism for the first time. I still have my original copy of the book; my school made us purchase a copy so we could highlight passages, take notes in the margins, then have our own personal copy to keep forever so we had a quick reference to grab. This was, of course, before the days of the Internet, so if you needed a reference, you had to go to the library and search for a book.
Maybe it's just a weird mental imagery thing to me, but if I'm talking about sides of the bed, I first mentally orient myself in the room of that bed before I can explain which side I'm talking about.
If I'm talking to someone whom I don't share a bed with, it feels weird to describe the bed from my perspective in it. I'd rather explain from a neutral position near the bed, not my position while using it. Especially if I'm talking about other people's beds. I don't want to imagine myself in their bed before discussing a side of the bed.
To me, there's a huge difference between the generic "left and right" side of the bed from the perspective of the foot of the bed, and "left and right" side based on which side I occupy at night. One feels far more personal, and I'd rather not deal with that visual, or risk other visually-oriented people like me imagining me in bed.
If I'm talking about sides of the bed, I'm almost never in the bed at the same time, so I would be talking from a position at the foot of the bed. Beds are practically never in the middle of the room, so I wouldn't be standing over the head of the bed while orienting. So the foot of the bed is the default position to reference.
If I'm in bed and talking about sides, I usually just guesture and say, "this side" (or "your/my side" if I'm talking to my wife) instead of designating left or right.
My wife's uncle attempted suicide by shooting himself in the head. He not only survived, but he's mentally disabled now. His wife has to spend the rest of her life changing diapers and caring for him like he's a child because he scrambled his brains. There's no hint of the person he used to be anymore; he can't even speak proper words.
Please don't do this to your loved ones.
My father did this. He signed up for his body to be donated to science. He always told me, the minute he passes, there's a card in his wallet with a phone number. Just call them and they'll come out to pick up his body. That's it; no funeral or anything. He didn't believe in wasting money on a funeral or burial plot/coffin after he was dead. When they're done with their research, they'll return his cremated remains to us.
Sadly, I had to call that number a few months ago.
I'm still annoyed that they were making a live action Zelda series on Netflix about a decade ago, until word of it leaked and Nintendo had the whole project scrapped. I was really looking forward to that series. I hope this movie lives up to it.
Way back in my senior year of high school (around 2002), we had a debate project where everyone partnered up, picked a controversial topic, picked a side of the topic, and then researched and advocated for their side to the rest of the class, including a Q&A at the end, where the class could challenge their position.
To our surprise, the two hottest girls in our class picked prostitution as their topic, and advocated for it to be legalized. The teacher was also surprised, and curious enough to let them present their topic to the class.
We all thought they were joking with their topic, to get a rise out of all the horny boys. After all, as 17/18 year olds, our experience with prostitution came from movies or TV documentaries, where it was generally shown as a disgusting and degrading act; the last resort for a woman down on her luck.
But the girls' presentation was incredibly well researched, with figures regarding the number of deaths, violent crime, drugs, and human trafficking involved in illegal prostitution, compared to Nevada's legalized prostitution since the 1970s, which had practically no numbers to report.
They even did a deep dive into a brothel in Nevada, where the women were paid very well and treated kindly and fair and not like they're just a piece of meat. Plus, they had regular checkups and practically free health care because of their profession. They even walked through the various services they provided, since some people (they serviced anyone, not just men) wanted other forms of intimacy instead of just sex. It was a safe and judgment-free environment, on both sides of the table, and the women employed there actually wanted to do the job, with the option to quit anytime. Unlike illegal prostitution, which removed the woman's autonomy over her own body and placed her in dangerous situations, exposed to violence and drugs to barely make a living.
In the end, the girls did a fantastic job on their presentation and convinced a whole class of seniors that prostitution could be an honest and respectable position, and should be legalized. I've never looked at it the same way since.
I actually prefer Lemmy because it's less active. I browse Lemmy's version of r/All and I have more than enough content to keep me entertained for hours. Plus, when I find a popular thread, I can actually contribute to it and my comments aren't buried under 10K other comments within a few hours. I feel like I can actually communicate with the community here, instead of shouting into the void like on Reddit.
Initial D!
Also, that technique has no real-world application. The father told him to try and make the water spin in the cup instead of splashing back and forth. But that's not possible just from driving a vehicle, no matter how you drift corners.
I lived in Japan back when that anime TV show was releasing, and I can tell you, it's pure fantasy. Although it's much closer to real Japanese street racing than that awful Tokyo Drift film. That film was basically American street racing with Japanese actors. Actual Japanese street racers are science, math, and physics nerds, pushing the boundaries of their cars for the fun of it. Not hardened gangsters or Yakuza wannabes, decking their cars out with neon lights and massive spoilers and body kits. Hollywood invented their own concept of drift racing for that film.
Personally. I don't consider it a vacation until I'm cut off from everyone and everything. Let me relax in peace for a while, without distractions.
Yes, it's called mouse drifting. Basically, back in the early days of laser mice (which replaced the roller ball mice technology), the sensors weren't as advanced as they are today, so they would be "detecting" slight movements. When in fact, the mouse was stationary.
Oh damn, I'm starting on the Boomer habit of complaining about Zoomer culture when it's actually Alpha culture.
It feels like yesterday, Boomers were complaining about how annoying millennial kids were, when we were actually adults in our 20s/30s at the time. I'm just realizing that was over a decade ago, and now I'm doing the same thing to Zoomers. Someone please stop time before I get any older; I want to get off.
Had to guess on the boomerang. I've seen boomerangs but didn't know that's what they're called nor have I ever posted one.
I've never heard of a "boomerang" that wasn't referring to the Australian tool/toy. I totally guessed on that one too. I don't post videos to any social media platform, so I was totally out of the loop on that one.
Skibidi toilet? As a 39-yr old millennial, I'm aware that was a thing like a year ago, but I assumed it was a Zoomer meme or something. I can't get past that captcha.
EDIT: Upon looking at it again, I see it just wants me to type in "what is skibidi toilet" into Google, not answer what it is. Ugh, I'm turning into my Silent Generation/Boomer parents.
As an IT guy in the early 2000s, it was really annoying to see all the "Mac vs. PC" arguments. PC stands for Personal Computer - a Mac is literally a PC! When I was a kid in the '80s-'90s, my schools all used Apple IIe computers (and later versions of Apple products as I got older), but they always called them PCs.
But those Apple ads convincing people to ditch the frumpy old guy PC for the young, hot Mac guy did their job, and pop culture decided that a Mac wasn't a PC.
I have no idea what PT means in this context. They use it twice in the article, but it's not defined.
I know of two meanings for PT: the most commonly understood version is physical therapy. Which makes no sense in this context.
The other is from my military days. We used PT to refer to physical training, our acronym for exercise/going to the gym. Also not applicable here.
I was referring to PlexAmp. It's decent, works well, but I just liked the interface for Symfonium better. It seemed more functional than PlexAmp when I switched over to it.
I actually haven't used PlexAmp in a few years, so maybe it's gotten better lately. I guess I'll have to compare apps.
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I've been extremely healthy all throughout my life. Although that could be thanks to all the vaccines I've had throughout childhood and the annual "needle-sticking" for 20 years in the military.
If I get sick, it's usually a minor cold, and I only get sick once every 5-6 years, if even that. I've had no major surgeries for issues with my internal organs or anything. Still have my appendix, still have my tonsils. The military did remove all 4 of my wisdom teeth, but only as a precaution, because they said over half of all adults will suffer complications with their wisdom teeth later in life if they're not 100% straight. Oh, my teeth are straight too. Never needed braces or anything. But my wisdom teeth were slightly crooked; enough that the military decided to not take the risk.
My family is also very healthy. My grandparents lived into their late 80s/90s and died of natural causes. Just went to bed and didn't wake up in the morning. No alarming health concerns or surgeries, etc. My grandfather had a major heart attack once, only saved by my mother who was a certified CPR instructor for the Red Cross at the time. The doctors gave him maybe a few months to live. Just to spite them, he lived another decade, healthy as a horse the whole time.
My dad just passed away a few months ago, in his late 70s, but it was Parkinson's that took him down. He was so healthy otherwise, he would've lasted another decade or two easily. He never had so much as a heart palpitation; no stroke or heart attack, no major surgeries, etc. He almost never brushed his teeth, yet he still had all his original teeth. (Definitely got some dental work recently, though, to patch them up after 50+ years avoiding the dentist)
My mother is still alive in her mid-70s and fully autonomous; living on her own in a cabin on a lake. Despite gray hair and a few subtle wrinkles, she still looks like the mother I grew up with for the past 40 years; the years have been very kind to her.
I was bursting at the seams with energy all throughout my childhood, so I was always running around, climbing trees, challenging people to obstacle courses, and doing parkour long before we had a name for it. I was so physically active, I was the only kid I knew who had 8-pack abs and actual bicep muscles. If American Ninja Warrior was a thing when I was a kid, I would've dominated that show. I never met a person who I couldn't beat. Found out in my late 30s that I have a bad case of ADHD, which is probably why I couldn't sit still as a kid.
However. The one fatal flaw (literally) I have going for me is that I was so active, I actually broke a bunch of bones in my life. I've broken 8 bones within about 2 decades or so. If this were medieval times, if I was lucky, I'd just be gimpy. At worst, I likely would've died very young of sepsis or attempted amputation or something. My first break was when I was 10 years old, falling out of a tree and breaking my wrist. My worst break was when I shattered my ankle in my late 20s. I would've been hobbled for life if I lived in medieval times.
I found out recently, those "milk is good for strong bones" ads in the '80s and '90s were completely fabricated; there's no science to support them. Actually, the science shows the opposite effect. Milk makes your bones brittle. Which explains my childhood; milk was my favorite drink and I consumed multiple glasses a day. Yet I broke more bones than anyone I knew. Maybe I would've been okay in medieval times, if I didn't have easy access to milk everyday.
Also, I had 20/10 vision as a kid (better than perfect vision), but in the 9th grade, I woke up one day and couldn't get my eyes to focus anymore. Ever since then, I've needed glasses. My eyesight isn't terrible, I just can't see fine details more than 5 feet away. In medieval times, I'd have to live with everything in my life being blurry unless it was right in front of my face. That could significantly shorten my lifespan if I couldn't clearly see threats until they were close.
See, my middle name ends with an S and my last name begins with an S... and my middle name is a pluralized name, so nobody hears the S when I say it in conjunction with my last name. So I've gotten really good at pronouncing the S, stopping for a beat, then saying my last name, without it sounding super weird or robotic.
So properly pronouncing "hot potato" while enunciating the first T doesn't seem too challenging to me.