

How do you know he was Finnish?


How do you know he was Finnish?


Set up a job to write the file names of everything in your file system to a text file and make sure that text file gets backed up. I did that on my Unraid server for years in lieu of fully backing up the whole array.


If I go into a grocery store and take a massive shit in the middle of the floor, someone will be paid to clean it up. I don’t think someone being paid is a good measure for human decency.
Why dirty the toilet brush when I can instead ineffectively pee on the shit mark for a month?


Was this the one that spent the first half trying to explain that all religions were based on Egyptian mythology before awkwardly jumping to 9-11 stuff?
I think I remember burning this on DVD back in the day before watching it and being confused and disappointed.
There are graveyards full of people who had the right of way, or however that saying goes.


You see she lost $33 and wasted 3 hours of time. What did she see?
She may very well think she spent $35 to get 3 hours to chat with people about crafts.
If she doesn’t need to sell crafts to survive, she might just be treating everything she’s doing as a social hobby.
If she’s actually looking to improve her income, it would probably be better to dig into it with her. What exactly is she making and what is she charging for it? Are some crafts of no interest to customers and should be dropped? Is there another craft that sells well and could do with a few other colour/size/whatever options?
There’s always room to tweak the table, but she’s probably the only person who could really point at what things are ideal for her to focus on. And if that’s not why she’s doing all this in the first place, you might not get anywhere with your intentions.
Case in point: there’s an old lady in my area that goes out at 5am most mornings and collects refundable cans from people’s recycling bins. She eventually takes them to the return depot to cash in. She’s not hurting for money. She donates all the money to animal shelters to help with surgeries or purchasing supplies.
You’d think a 92 year old woman digging through trash would be a sad state of affairs, but if her case you’d be dead wrong about her intentions. Your mom could be on a similar vibe.


I can’t stand Taylor Swift.
I don’t like her music and it always annoys me.
I won’t stand Taylor swift.
I am now on several watch lists and my online orders are being heavily scrutinized.


Have you ever burst through the door of the emergency room?
I have tried many times, man. But it’s always a really well maintained, automatic, glass sliding door. It leaves no wiggle room for dramatic bursting.
Right? Did that other asshole wish for an X-Wing, or an X-Wing and support crew, structures and materiel to keep it running?
Otherwise he’s gonna run out of fuel in a bit and be fucked, meanwhile other dude is just living his best life.


I’ve had decent success with a deadpan stare and asking them to explain what they mean. Adjust your level of feigned stupidity or lack of sense of humour as needed.
“You’ve never heard me speak before? But you said the same thing to me last week when you heard me speak. Don’t you remember that? Is everything ok?”


Either they bypassed the alarm (there’s various hacks for various vehicles, but usually this is rare for petty thieves), or your alarm didn’t go off properly.
Either way, it doesn’t matter. Thieves are in and out in seconds and nobody except the owner gives a shit about a car alarm going off. You’re better off treating it like your car doesn’t even have an alarm.
The best way to avoid your car getting broken into is to make it less attractive than the cars around it. That’s not always easy, though, so it’s kind of useless advice.
I knew people once who always left their car empty. Privacy screen over the trunk/hatch was always open. Glove box was wide open. Ashtray and any places you could store spare change - wide open and obviously empty. They even left the fucking doors unlocked.
They never got broken into, but it must have been a pain to live like that.
I have the same faucet. If you leave it on very very very slow, it will drip backwards onto the counter.
I learned this after hearing a funny sound from the bathroom and discovered it had been dripping for hours and had been dripping down the vanity into the drawer which had filled with about half an inch of water.
Now there’s a glob of silicone under the bottom of the stem so it will drip into the sink instead of onto the counter.
Stupid fucking faucet.
You need to tag Billie Eilish with her Lemmy username if you expect her to read this.


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The version of this I heard growing up was:
A prostitute calls out to a man walking down the road “for $50 I’ll do anything you can say in 3 words”.
The man said “PAINT MY HOUSE”.
This joke didn’t age well. Partially because no one has a house anymore.


High col area means buildings are disappearing and being redeveloped as condos around me.
Gas stations are slowly dying as the land gets too expensive to justify a low traffic gas station, and increasing EV popularity is further shrinking their appeal.
Banks seem to be infiltrating stupid places now, like fucking indoor shopping malls.
There’s nothing like seeing a fucking BANK to make you not interested in visiting an area. If I don’t bank there I will never walk in. If I do bank there I will walk in once or twice a year. Such a shitty use of high visibility retail space.
One wing of my dying mall is entirely banks, dentists, and cell phone stores. Why would anyone want to stroll through that?
There’s so much bullshit out there about this “problem”. They’re mostly crap.
The one thing I found works well is to stop the eggs into an ice water bath and let them cool for at least 10 minutes before peeling. They really seem to hold together quite well almost all the time.
But nothings guaranteed. I remember some chef on Reddit years ago said you can be as good at peeling eggs as anybody - they aren’t all going to peel cleanly. That’s why when they are peeling tons of eggs in a restaurant (for deviled eggs or any dish where appearance matters), the rejects go into the bowl for making egg salad later.
“Handjobs not handouts!”