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Reverence. But how the heck do you have a mythical creatures list without dragons?
Because scientists at Colossal Biosciences were so busy asking if they COULD…
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Reverence. But how the heck do you have a mythical creatures list without dragons?Because scientists at Colossal Biosciences were so busy asking if they COULD…
They didn't spend enough time building a fence I couldn't Koolaid man my way through to bellyrub those adorable fluff puppies.
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LOL. So, I'm not an artist, so it was kind of hilarious trying to answer. And I think it'll surprise everyone:
Your Result:
Hope
You create from hope. In spite of everything, you maintain a fervent hope deep inside you that things can always be better. It is a stubborn and tenacious hope that you take care to cultivate because you would be lost without it. Art is an outlet for your hopes, a way of expressing your most optimistic wishes for the world. It reveals your ideals and everything you value most. Your work is a declaration of hope for yourself and the world, an adamant assertion that a better reality is within reach. In a world so rife with disillusionment, you strive to send out a message of stubborn encouragement. It is a call to action for everyone on the verge of giving up. Though you may doubt yourself at times, your hopes are what inspire you the most.
Nobody's Hope!
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It’s a trap!
Hope is a three-edged sword.
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Ahh, explaining minor word differences to children.
"Google was founded in the 90s" vs. "Google was found in the 90s." Apparently, we just picked up a rock or something.
F!$~ing A right we did.
If lost in the desert, order pizza. Noted.
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THAT explains why they walk that way in all the tomb paintings! They're holding a pizza!
I swear, cats are such the epitome of, "Whatever the other person is having is best," it's embarrassing.
Fluffernutter is at the point of needing 3 meals carefully prepared for her per day to get her her medicine: Fancy Feast pate mixed with priobiotics in the morning, an antacid at lunch, and joint medication in the evening. Fluffernutter can't stand Tiki Cat.
Kitten grew up on Tiki Cat and gets the runs something awful if she eats anything else.
So of course Fluffernutter senses the meds as only pets can and refuses to eat all of her food, and of course kitten will climb walls to get at Fluffernutter's food, then stink up the entire neighborhood with the results. None of the meds will hurt her, but hoo, boy, what a stench!
"Dear kitten. Can you PLEASE stick to the vast quantities of healthy food I provide for you?"
It is *so* much like raising kids it's scary. "Kids! Stay out of grandma's medicated biscuits!"
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Interesting neighborhood situation, and I'm fascinated to see how it turns out.
When they first moved here in around 2005 or 2006, they weren't in great financial shape and Stepfather offered to pay their utilities to help them get by. Over the years, as their finances stabilized they took over the utilities, until in 2018 they may the last switch and took over their garbage company payments...
...except...
...they didn't.
Stepfather continued to pay for garbage at the address. They started paying for garbage at the address in 2018. The garbage company assumed that it was 2 units, but somehow never got around to providing a second set of garbage cans to clue them in that something was wrong. Daughter once asked, "Are you still paying for our garbage?" and Stepfather responded, "I don't know; I'd have to check."
So we just got new cans last week and neighbors received THREE full sets of cans: One they were paying for, a second set because they were somehow double-listed, and a third set from their stepfather's account.
And now comes the fun: Technically, they only ever used one garbage service for the last 7 years. I can testify to that, since I took care of their cans when they were on vacation. So they should have only been billed once; the garbage company was NOT providing the service they were paying for. So the garbage company should theoretically be on the hook for around $5000 in refunds.
But I have no idea what the law is link in this case nor how the garbage company will react. "Sure, we didn't provide you with garbage cans and we never did a pickup, but you never complained and continued to pay, so we provided perfect service. Thus you get no refund."
Will that fly in court, I wonder?
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It is *so* much like raising kids it's scary. "Kids! Stay out of grandma's medicated
biscuitsbrownies!"
It is *so* much like raising kids it's scary. "Kids! Stay out of grandma's medicated
biscuitsbrownies!"
Huh, huh, huhhuhuhuhuhuh...
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Interesting neighborhood situation
Will that fly in court, I wonder?
In my highly learned opinion, the clear answer is "Not a damned clue."
Did somebody call us? No? I mean, we're here... we got the beat...THAT explains why they walk that way in all the tomb paintings! They're holding a pizza!Quick! Call Pizza Hut and the Bangles!! We've got a new ad campaign to put together!!!
*looks at giant root vegetable they are carrying* We've also got the beet!
Oh, wait...
* Slaadlings need to work on their spelling*
This has the potential to be "interesting".
I just got an identity alert that someone's selling my Global Megacorporation email address on the dark web. It's got the correct email, the address from headquarters, and then a fake phone number (presumably the scammer's). This is about the lowest-effort identity "theft" I've ever heard of; I could set up this information for practically any corporate employee worldwide:
<FirstName.LastName>@<companyname.com>
<Address of corporate headquarters>
<My own phone number>
It's so lazy that it seems like someone trying to bilk the scammers. But i'll see whether I actually get any ludicrous phishing emails.
All in all it just seems so... lazy...
Is that e-mail in any way used for authorization of your logins?
Is that e-mail in any way used for authorization of your logins?
We're a complete passkey/authenticator shop. I could give you my corporate username and (now-obsolete) password and it wouldn't do you any good -- you can't change anything or register for anything unless you're connected to VPN or at a corporate office, and have already signed in and authenticated on one of my two passkey-trusted devices.
So my first guess is still my best guess: It's dirt simple to create corporate IDs, then you sell them to unsuspecting scammers who don't realize just how useless those IDs are. And I can't really complain too much about scamming scammers, so whatever.
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Speaking of being (somewhat) positive, I've complained about the appalling ineptitude of my co-workers many, many times. Just last week we had another classic, "Wow! You're so stupid that if I were in charge I'd fire you today!" moment. (40-person Zoom call. Presenter did not mute participants on entry (dumb presenter). About 5 minutes in one participant started a loud phone call, drowning out the presenter. Presenter muted everyone at the meeting. Presenter continued. About 3 minutes later we were drowned out by the phone call again. Yep. The person took the time to unmute themselves, *then* go back to the other call.) And it happens in meetings at least half a dozen times a year; this person wasn't even unusual in this behavior.
So imagine when I found out that someone had deleted users from the machines that *I* manage and I was ready to go on the warpath but first I checked the other two owners and one said, "Oh, no! It couldn't have been me! I don't know what any of those settings do so I never touch them!"
Knowing what you don't know. The first baby step on the path to enlightenment. Good job, co-owner!
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It shouldn't be a zoom meeting in the first place...
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Yeah, should have been on Signal...
...I'll see myself out...
The presenter really should have had that call set up to auto-mute attendees.
The problem is that there's always 15 minutes of open Q&A at the end, so the "correct" approach is to mute everyone to start the meeting, make it so they can't unmute themselves, then allow them to unmute themselves during Q&A.
And yes, I just checked Zoom and this functionality is fully supported.
OTOH, once someone unmutes themselves just to disrupt your meeting, I firmly believe disciplinary actions are in order.
Jinkies!
Currently sitting in a VW showroom, and they have an ID.Buzz (electric van) painted up as the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo.
a pizza company in town bought a bunch of them painted like this for delivery vans.
Hope they got a deal, because that one was listed at $76k.Currently sitting in a VW showroom, and they have an ID.Buzz (electric van) painted up as the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo.a pizza company in town bought a bunch of them painted like this for delivery vans.
Yeah, they are stupid expensive and you only get a 200 mile range out it to boot. They are cool looking though!
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Currently sitting in a VW showroom, and they have an ID.Buzz (electric van) painted up as the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo.a pizza company in town bought a bunch of them painted like this for delivery vans.
If they're not also selling foot-high sub sandwiches, they should be.
Dammit!
There is a sale on Nioh 1...
Fantasy Monster: Giant Dire Filth Fly
You better get a bigger fly swatter...
On the one hand, trying not to post gripefests any more. On the other, FFS:
I get paid identity theft protection from my company. This year, they said I could add my kids. I just tried. Nope. The identity theft protection company does not accept hyphens in last names.
So apparently roughly 10% of the U.S. population isn't eligible for identity protection, 'cause the protection bots use exact string matches.
Oh, well...
On the one hand, trying not to post gripefests any more. On the other, FFS:
I get paid identity theft protection from my company. This year, they said I could add my kids. I just tried. Nope. The identity theft protection company does not accept hyphens in last names.
So apparently roughly 10% of the U.S. population isn't eligible for identity protection, 'cause the protection bots use exact string matches.
Oh, well...
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On the one hand, trying not to post gripefests any more. On the other, FFS:
I get paid identity theft protection from my company. This year, they said I could add my kids. I just tried. Nope. The identity theft protection company does not accept hyphens in last names.
So apparently roughly 10% of the U.S. population isn't eligible for identity protection, 'cause the protection bots use exact string matches.
Oh, well...
This looks like a job for Little Bobby Tables.
*shoots Garfield*
Ah, the joys and sorrows of exponential growth.
A couple of weeks ago kitten was growing at 7% a week. I pointed out to various and sundry that kitten would reach the Earth's mass by the time she was 19.
They unanimously declared, "We want to live on Planet Kibbeh!"
Two weeks later and she's down to 4.1%, barely beating inflation...
Ah, the joys and sorrows of exponential growth.
A couple of weeks ago kitten was growing at 7% a week. I pointed out to various and sundry that kitten would reach the Earth's mass by the time she was 19.
They unanimously declared, "We want to live on Planet Kibbeh!"
Two weeks later and she's down to 4.1%, barely beating inflation...
that sounds like math.
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*shoots Garfield*Did he eat your lasagna, or what?
Mondays.
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Ah, Charles, inventor of the six-stringed fretted cake.
Ah, Charles, inventor of the six-stringed fretted cake.
Yep. This checks out. No need to look any further.
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The fun thing about the cat being out of the bag is getting kids to admit that they're gonna miss the puns.
Mondays.*shoots Garfield*Did he eat your lasagna, or what?
Someone ate Monday, with me still in it.
That explains so much.