My favourite superpower? Critical Thinking.
First of all, hats off to you and your colleagues, it’s a hell of a job and I’m really glad you’re doing it, and doing it well.
I remember that night I wasn’t even mad, just glad they were on the ball. As for the other effect, my thinking before dialling was “someone must have called this in already, but let’s make sure anyway”. Wouldn’t take much to land on the other side of that decision, especially if you just see the aftermath of an incident.
Merry Christmas!
“Pain = gain” would probably be more accurate.
Almost ran into a broken down car on the highway, two wheels still on the overtake lane. Night, crowded, raining to boot. After I got my heart out of my throat I gave them a ring. The operator probably saw my location, so the conversation went like:
Are you OK?
Yes, I was calling…
About a broken down car on highway XX?
Yes, almost ran into it.
You’re the 20th person to call. Emergency services are on the way.
Fastest mike in the West.
Look Ma No Wires
laughs in AdGuard
Still love the 🦊 though.
Judging through the lens of history? A common enemy, and time. If there was another workable solution to the larger problem, they would have found it by now, as many people considerable smarter than me have tried.
No outside factor can build a durable peace, unless that peace is desired from within. Strong-arm tactics from the outside lead to cease fires, not peace. The lid goes back to the pot, but the fire is still there.
Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of the original stone, taken by itself would have displayed a certain ponderous architectural quality were it possible to have ignored the circumfusion of those mean dwellings that swarmed like an epidemic around its outer walls. They sprawled over the sloping earth, each one halfway over its neighbour until, held back by the castle ramparts, the innermost of these hovels laid hold on the great walls, clamping themselves thereto like limpets to a rock. These dwellings, by ancient law, were granted this chill intimacy with the stronghold that loomed above them. Over their irregular roofs would fall throughout the seasons, the shadows of time-eaten buttresses, of broken and lofty turrets, and, most enormous of all, the shadow of the Tower of Flints. This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.
– “Titus Groan” by Mervin Peake
It’s a mood.
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Quote aside, Catherynne is a great writer and all around human being. If you like fantasy, look her up.
Bit off topic, since I didn’t listen to the audio version, but the Culture series from Banks is fantastic.
TIL Bible swatting is a thing.
I know. And all respect for the researchers who pour their lives into this.
It’s the media that I was (gently) lampooning; every time news like this comes out, news people get excited.
So… we’re 20 years away from the first commercial fusion plant.
Am I doing this right?
Hot take: he occasionally leaves his phone unlocked when his little brother’s around.
Really looks like a prank to me.
Is Cloudflare an option?
Formal logic says you’re right. I was just thinking of making it an inclusive slogan (yeah, I’m overthinking this) 😂