PhobosAnomaly

Oh that sucks. I bought a multi pack of bin bags (or trash liner or whatever they’re called across the pond). I’ve used the company for years because the bag material is fairly thick, and it doesn’t just perish away if any liquids sit at the bottom. Decent quality.

This batch though must have been produced when the machine that seals the bottom and perforates it 5mm below the seal, must have been needing a service. The perforations looked like faint dents in the plasticy material, which meant that when you tried to rip a bag off the roll, it just stretched the plastic rather than tear off cleanly along the dotted line of perforations. It meant that rather than just fucking one bag up, it often pulled across the seam of the next one, making two bags useless.

The whole multipack was fucked and it was infuriating. I can only imagine the machine’s perforating teeth were blunt as fuck.

Little things.

Well jeez, I didn’t expect to find an Escape from the Planet of the Robot Monsters reference here, especially this late to the party.

Here’s another good source if you’re interested.

The stage one music is a banger too.

There are no answers here, only more questions - and it is glorious.

Funnily enough, I got an email from MS plugging their Copilot shit.

I don’t give a fuck about what I’m subscribed to, I give a fuck about the link to unsubscribe from it.

Probably the best thing my brain has coded in years, to be fair.

My Python looks like it’s been written by Stevie Wonder with a hatred of anything beyond the floppy disk era.

I’m a “two on top, one on the sides” dude. I’m the same, the second my hair starts coming over my ears then I’m away to the barber. Two months is decent, though if I’m not able to get there through work or being away from home, I’ll stretch it to three months but I feel a bit like Noel Gallagher when my hair starts coming down to my lugholes.

That said, I treat it as a bit of a relaxation sesh. I’ll ask the barber for a “full service” and close my eyes for half hour or 45 mins and let the barber do his thing with the clippers and the hot shave and the massage and all that jazz. A guilty pleasure every other month or so.

Sounds like a Gen 7 Pokémon.

There’s two (or more) sides to every story and the truth is often in the middle. I’m only reading your view on a situation here and I’m wary that I don’t have the full picture while writing this comment.

Your parents remind me of the meme “you’re not wrong, you’re just an asshole”.

There’s ways to frame feedback - if you’re not achieving a standard set by a teammate who already isn’t qualifying for upper levels of competition, then it’s not a reason to knock the dream on the head, but a part of a training roadmap. If you’re banging in 29min 5ks or 5000m events (I’m making the assumption that’s the distance in mind here), then the plan would be to adjust training and diet to tag each of the minute barriers until you can clear 22min and top your team’s timesheets.

After that, you can look at what generally gets you a qualifying time for state or national competitions, and train for that. Once you’ve achieved that then you’re probably beyond what your parents or coach can help with and you’ll probably need elite or semi-pro level of coaching after that.

Negativity from your parents isn’t helpful though, and no not everyone does it. I don’t know whether it comes from a place of personal failure in your mother’s youth or whether she’s scared that you’re running into the unknown, but it isn’t helpful.

As for your dad though, I thought that it was kinda cool that he wanted to let your HS coach about how you’re getting on now. Everyone’s first crack at a distance event is awful, that’s how you develop - so it’s cool to be able to say to your old coach “hey that first 5k wasn’t spectacular, but check these times out now!”.

Either way, you’re running for yourself. If you train well, your times will come down, and you will start turning heads - whether your parents are supportive or not. One of the most important lessons I learned (and I’m nowhere near club level running let alone elite level) is to run your own race. It’s good for the mind, good for the soul, and helps you sleep at night.

Good luck, well done on what you’ve achieved so far, and hopefully the stopwatch will start giving you much better feedback than your parents.

I lived under the Heathrow-Noo Yoik flight path, and every evening within a couple of minutes, there’d be a dull thud sound on the roof.

By that point, the plane has reached a supersonic speed and the sonic boom was striking the ground in a reduced fashion. It just sounded like someone had dropped a bag of sand on the house.

This was of course back before the days of ADSB tracking.

Dogs make me laugh. Playing fetch is a prime example:

Dog: “throw the fucking ball”

Me: “okay I’ll throw the ball”

Dog: “amazing! Here’s the ball back, now throw the fucking ball”

Me: “okay I’ll throw the ball”

Dog: “fuck that was awesome! I’ve brought you it back, now throw the fucking ball again”

Me: “okay I’ll throw the ball”

Dog: “why the fuck did you throw the ball away? I’m not getting that mate”

Me “okay”

Is there a soundbite that sounds like “masturbate, then re-evaluate”?

Like “urinate then negotiate” or “pissing before purchasing”

I don’t know, I’m shit at these

meme tax!

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I don’t know, can you??

…and other great 90s teacher questions!

Absolute banger of a game.

yeah alright cheers fella.

I’ve not long got my diploma in computing, halfway through the extra credits needed to bump it up to a degree and fuck me, I can’t wait until this time next year… all being well, of course.

Enjoy your evening bro.

actually one of their banger songs, fair play.

Yes. As always though, context is key.

I tend to look at it as a see-saw. Run-of-the-mill kindness and general acts good nature sit near the fulcrum of one end of the seesaw. Similarly, a single or very few acts of genuine heroism and selflessness sit right at the far end of the “good” end of the seesaw, providing as much effort the lean towards the “good egg” character trait than the dozens of daily acts.

On the other end of the see-saw, being a general cunt sits near the fulcrum of the “bad” end for me, genuine malicious acts of emotional daaaamage or shithousery sit in the middle, with outright rape; murder; Nickelback fan club membership; and noncery sit at the far end.

So yes, on balance, if someone is habitually a good spud on the daily but happened to get a bit frisky with someone other than their monogamous partner once, I’d still say overall they were a good person but with shit judgement.

Equally, someone like Jimmy Saville or raised millions of pounds for British charities with his fame and stardom appeared to be a stand up guy, but the covert fiddling offsets that almost instantly.

A crude metaphor, but it works for me.

The only minor problem with debit or charge cards in Europe is that the initial preauthorisation amount is actually debited from your account - so if the preauth is £15 or £30 or £40 - regardless of whether you put £1.50 of juice in or £14.99, the £15 is debited until the transaction finalises and the remainder is refunded a few days later.

As much as I like using contactless payment to avoid using an app or an RFID or NFC card, I do have more problems with failed attempts to charge using a bank card.

Using the ChargePlace Scotland card to tap in seems to work way more consistently for whatever reason, across that network.

edit: or get a Type 2 charger in the house, or a granny charger at worst.

I agree - I’m not expert but I know that the mining of rare earth metals and the disposal of some EV components are problematic. It’s not a perfect solution.

That said, better solutions such as fuel cells or hydrogen are still 10-15 years away, and “better” shouldn’t be the enemy of perfect. I’m not particularly car proud and cars tend to last me twelve-fifteen years so I went for an EV hoping that an even better tech will be available by the time I need a car next time round.

That is awesome! I love it when dogs “get it” when you’ve been trying to tell them what’s best for them. My dog loves to be lazy and sit in the sun in the garden, and it takes a lot to fire him up for a walk. When he does get back though, he is absolutely knackered and it’s lovely feeling him lie down on my feet to sleep.

Scott sounds like a cracking boi. Thank you for sharing.