Solid title; I get that reference

We often toast in the language of the liquid we’re drinking

I live in the EU but used to live in the US. In a nice part, too!

I lived like 400m from a small store. Never drove once. Insanely dangerous to walk on such a busy road with no sidewalks, no crossings, etc.

I walk a ton and bike ~80-100km/week now and don’t think twice about it.

It’s also basically how the Adeptus Mechanicus operates in 40k. Lots of worshipping the old tech, preserving it, and there’s some limited giant machines that they could never fathom rebuilding or even fixing so they’re very protective of them

I posted another article, it’s just a bad translation. Her office is moving away from M$ Office only for now. I’ve heard talks of it in other Danish companies too

https://nordjyske.dk/nyheder/politik/digitaliseringsminister-vil-udfase-microsoft-i-sit-eget-ministerium/5616096

I believe it’s just Microsoft Office by the fall, not the OS. Her quotes in here say as much. Though she intends to get rid of the OS eventually too

Spider

Hm, I was gonna agree but I do like the Sonic movies. Half live action, half CGI. Speed racer was a gem, too.

Assault camera? I bet that cop was threatened as fuck by it

What? At any job I’ve had you’d be required to harness into something on the ceiling. So if the lift gave out, you’d just dangle there until you got rescued.

Imagine if you landed a job in Europe from a European company. You’d definitely not be able to go back

Ost - Danish

Man, this was really weird to read at first.

“Schadenfreude is banned” by itself is a strange statement, but posts that are just schadenfreude is a great ban for this community. Thanks mods!

We live in not-our-native-language country, and I try to fail at using the local language multiple times per day. If it’s an easy convo and I succeed it doesn’t count for me.

It’s nice, pushes my language use out of its comfort zone. And when I fail I apologize and try to regroup. Definitely has resulted in some miscommunication lol but it’s gotten me far fast.

I’ve seen so many people here who know a LOT and are so scared to use it since it won’t be “right”

I agree that immigration is a big part of fixing this.

I think if the population (replacement rate )declines too swiftly, you have a lot of old people and few young people. At some point it become exponentially harder to even keep your last generation’s replacement rate, and you have spiraling population decline. See South Korea for the Speedrun.

If Japan steadily declines to 80M it could be fine. If Japan goes to 80M in a generation, that’s very very bad for the chances of there being any Japanese people left in a few more generations

Anyone have good Sherpa/mountaineering documentary recommendations?

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief. “Bad news, detective. We got a situation.” “What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?” “Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.” The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?” “Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.” “Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.” He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.” “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.” I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside. “Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t. “Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up. “Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?” It didn’t seem like they did. “Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.” Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing. I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it. “Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled. Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him. “Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen. I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!” He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose. “All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.” “Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy. “Because I was afraid.” “Afraid?” “Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.” I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head. “Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.” He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

Still hard on the Monster Train 2 grind

Legal things would be a mess.

Your visa is valid until the end of the month. Halfway through the day?

I see this argument all the time. Forget all the tradition, “people like noon near solar noon”, all that.

Date changes mid day some places and not others would be a nightmare for so many things.

What’re you doing on the Tuesday half of June 15/16th?