I can be on a different continent opening a can of tuna, yet my cat will still be next to me in a jiffy with his “you gonna finish that” look

After my mother passed, I spent more time with my father than before, just because I thought it was the right thing to do (and my siblings really did not care that much). I realized why I did not have a lot if contact before, he us a classic toxic boomer narcissist.

Spending more time with him did not mean that we grieved my mother’s loss as a family, it was just him monopolizing the grief and needing an audience wallow in self pity. I had no say in any aspect of the funeral, he did not listen to anything I said, he never even once asked how I was, and when I talked about stuff from my life (because someone else asked), he started talking over me, making the conversation about him again. Classic narcissist parent playbook.

At some point i was fed up, and told him as much, which of course did not go over well. Complete disbelief, he acted as if I had insulted him, yelling, accusations of being ungrateful, all the bells and whistles. Not a single thought that this behaviour might have been wrong. I just left and cut contact. After a week or so he wrote me what I think was meant as an apology. What he “apologized” for was that because of his greatness, he was always the center of attention which of course emphasized my insignificance, which he can see made me feel bad. It was so grotesque that I burst out in manic laughter, my wife was seriously worried.

The good thing about this, it made me slowly unwrap what I now realize is a lot of childhood drama (which I thought was normal), and understand why my siblings basically don’t want anything to do with him. Still struggling to take the step to seek professional therapy (which I know I need), but I already feel better starting to understand that how my father treated me was not because I am worthless, but because he was a really bad dad.

But that’s additional value! Seriously, they Factor the price of NaOH into their cost efficiency estimation, yes, they use the retail price of NaOH to offset the sodium cost, and only by that are comparable to synthetic aviation fuel. This is beyond ridiculous.

As someone who travelled to the ZS for work (under different Visas(… Not really shocked. The shit some CBP officers pulled during immigration at the airport. “What do you mean, you are here to work, don’t we have Americans to do the job?”, " Why do we invited Europeans to America to speak at an American conference?", “You’re here because a Swiss company bought an American company? This can’t be right.”

And this was mostly in California. During Obama. I can only imagine how these interaction would go now, when those notjubs feel encouraged by their leader and on the right side of history.

Not going back there for a long time.

Dude, you have some tiny ass washing machines.

Additional day 3: be overjoyed that you can just replicate your basic needs, so you now can work less (or not at all). All that free time! Think of all the projects xou could do!

Start by replicating junk food and beer and sloth around until the evening of Day 29, panic, make plans for some way to big Project for Day 30. Day 30 replicate stuff you need for the project. Before properly starting, realize you forgot to buy replicate some crucial stuff but home depot is now closed you’ve already used the replicas quota, be discouraged, overwhelmed, give up, promise “next month is going to be different!”.

Add gorgonzola or some other blue cheese, had one like that recently, and though I absolutely loathe Hawaii pizza, the pear and blue cheese combo blew me away.

I would say that this is not just to blame on the Generation, but to large extents of how stuff is designed these days. It has been becoming harder and harder to control where stuff is stored, and to find it outside of the intended app, and this, IMHO is by design, to wrestle the control of your own device from your hands. Just look at how aggressively Microsoft is pushing one drive in its office suite, they want control over those documents so they can lock you into a subscription model.

It is advanced access, however Firaxis did an announcement shortly after release, addressing the rocky release and promising to fix things, where they (accidentally) called it early access. It seems they changed that now, still, it was there (and was made fun of) in forums and other Lemmy like communities.

Wouldn’t that be “hundreds of a thouseand”?

Civ 7 is Early Access (Firaxis called it like that themselves) and the founders edition is 130 bucks, so I guess this is becoming normalized…

Welcome to the publish or perish world of academia!

What better way to demonstrate international simultaneous television broadcasting than with an annual song competition? It’s quite literally the only reason why I turn on my telly anymore.

Oh, they are talking about ESC!

The only thing I hate about it is the fact that it can get quite political,

Awww, not really.

Seriously, ESC is the least political show on whole of television, they are trying to avoid anything controversial as much as they can, just look at how they handled that Dutch singer who fell from grace. There was zero discussion or mentioning, he was just cut from the show.

People on the Internet and people going to the box offices are very different demographics.

Classic narcissist trait. Complete and funnily honest bewilderment at how it is possible that some people don’t love and admire then. My dad who is estranged from the whole family (because of that) was one level below the C suite at a huge corporation. Treated everyone like shit, surprised Pikachu face when one by one the family abandoned him. I guess it takes to be such a psychopath to make it that far on the corporate ladder.

I feel that. My dad sold my childhood home after my mother’s passing and moved out a few years ago. I had not lived there for 25 years or so, but three of my cats were buried in the yard because I lived in rentals during that time. The last walkthrough through the house was of course emotional, but strolling through the yard past the trees where I put the little furballs to rest really hit me.

I don’t like Mondays from the Boomtown Rats.

Mind, when I first heard it my English was not that good so I really only got the Chorus about not liking Mondays (and who does, eh?). Dismissed the “shoot the whole day down” as an idiom for something which I did not know.

Then at some point much later I realized it’s actually a school shooting.

Nucular, it’s pronounced nucular.

In a former job, I developed “software” (I clicked together some LabVIEW…) for custom designed scientific experiments, which many other researchers (mostly PhD students) would use. Wrote detailed SOPs for their usage, because everything was wonky and in constant evolution, and in some circumstances, data generated could be wrong. So I put a toggle switch with some cryptic acronym on the panel which was told to be flipped in the SOP when users reached the part where following instructions was really critical. The toggle switch did nothing but to log time and date and what user was logged in. When discussing weird data later on, first thing I did was to check whether that log existed, and if not heavily scrutinized the data with respect to errors that could be induced by not following the SOP.

… and then having carpet everywhere. Sometimes even kitchen and bathroom.