especially in a world that seems to be repeatedly demonstrating to us that cheating and scumbaggery are the path to the highest echelons of success.

…where “success” means money and power - the stuff that these high profile scumbags care about, and the stuff that many otherwise decent people are taught should be the priority in their life.

One of my absolute favorite things to do is just lay on the bed in a cool dark room with the fan blowing at me. It’s both for cooling down because I’m heat sensitive (completely separate medical issue) and for the sensory deprivation and recharging.

Sometimes I will still put on something to listen to, even in that case. Usually it isn’t typical music though. It will typically be a long form video of a video game speed run or some kind of asmr video with people talking in japanese.

And at work, on days I’ve stayed late for whatever reason, it gets very peaceful and productive for sure.

Being absorbed in my music while working brings that kind of peaceful productive feeling with it, actually. By occupying a certain part of my brain, it must prevent certain anxieties and distractions from getting that attention.

I had to remind myself exactly what the point of cross multiplying is.

…it’s essentially just a label given to a specific set of algebraic operations. That it even has a name seems stupid to me. We shouldn’t focus on memorizing specific cases like this when understanding why it works will get you there just as quickly. Heck in the case of cross multiplying, I think it works against the interests of the students’ learning. It’s a shortcut that hides the fact that you’re multiplying both sides by both denominators, when “do the same thing on both sides of the equals sign” is algebra 101.

Hell yeah, some electronic & industrial sounds are always welcome. I do have chiptunes represented on my playlist too. There’s at least Strike The Earth from Shovel Knight.

Fortunately mr job is pretty good about leaving me alone to work on things. (or not, as is often the case)

I’ve learned that my brain’s ADHD department needs the opposite. It needs constant stimulation to keep it distracted so that it leaves me alone to have some semblance of executive function.

Audio stimulation works best. I used to always listen to podcasts, but I’ve found that specific types of music are best for getting work done. (in my case, it’s upbeat energetic thrash and groove metal)

My N64 stuff is laying around my house in random places because my oldest nephew (just became a teenager) absolutely loves retro hardware. So much fun.

It probably depends on use case. There are plenty of situations where having numpad on the right makes perfect sense for right handed people.

But I’m an oddball who is very much right handed but uses the mouse left handed because my right wrist got so much wear and tear from early life data entry work.

I think that advice is specific to the “underground heat exchanger” type of heat pump.

In my last few trips to the local Home Depot, the self checkout machines have worked fine but the human helpers have insisted on being helpful. They’re fine though, lol.

That was my same thought. The enemy is too strong but also too weak?

Yeah I remember that world. But I bet it helps that we were the last generation where our culture was pretty centralized around television & radio and not the Internet & podcasting.

In hindsight all I see is a corporate media veneer filtering anything my friends or I saw. But hey at least we got some fun Wild West years on the internet afterwards.

40+ here too, but in the US.

It’s wild. I’m sure it will come as no surprise that I grew up in a society that assumed America was the center of the universe and that everywhere else on earth was foreign and strange and may as well not exist because we’re the best at everything anyway.

It’s very strange and distressing to see how that image of our country has changed for me and for others our age.

Seems to me it helped build up all the things we’re worried about Trump destroying.

Oof, I think I might be you from about 13 years in the future, after it all falls apart and you are deep into putting it all back together knowing much more about yourself.

I’m trying to think of how to distill this down into something memorable yet meaningful…

Make your personal well-being a top priority in your daily life, and make actual decisions based on that. But this is easier said than done, because we all have differed customized manuals for our brains and bodies, and we do not get a copy, so we must reverse engineer it. So look for opportunities to do the thing that you know will lift your spirits or get you moving instead of the thing that you actually want to do. For me this was usually socializing with friends, or giving in when my son wants to play way too much and I’m in the middle of a game or project. Or with work, deciding to drive to work with the windows down rather than snoozing a bit longer and working from home because my ADHD ass is useless working from home.

Lean into your hobbies, especially if they do not involve what you do at work. Double especially if they get you outside. Make conscious decisions to funnel more of your time and money towards the big hobby. This should not feel like a commitment or homework, it should feel like permission to do something you already want to do. Having something to be eager and excited about, something to look forward to, is good for the mind. For me, this centers around nature and animals. We have tons of pets now, but my big hobby is my koi pond. I am upgrading it this year, so for several weeks I have been spending hours at a time outside playing in the dirt, doing construction. I am lifting heavy shit while listening to music and going extended periods without seeing a screen. My phone is often in some shade by my tools while I use wireless earbuds.

Oh and drugs are your friend. That goes for ADHD medication, other mental health meds, and of course weed used in the right ways.

It’s less about the y2k bug itself and more about the cultural phenomenon. It was everywhere, and it was huge, and then absolutely nothing happened. It was the best possible outcome AND the funniest possible outcome.

With stuff like that, it hits different when you live through it and it’s part of popular culture for years. It leaves grooves in the ole neurons.

In contrast I could think about how terrifying the Cuban missile crisis must have been. The fiery end of the world could happen at any moment and everybody knows it. And we even find out afterward that the world was basically saved by one Soviet service member. I can empathize with living through that, but since it happened long before I was born, I don’t have the vivid memories of the actual emotions invading my normal day to day.

Seeing that face and the quote “Don’t get in my way… I will run right over you” I literally checked to make sure it wasn’t the onion before browsing the comments.

I remember my dad telling me decades ago how it was such quality because it was old enough to have forged parts rather than machined.

I am nearly certain I don’t have easy access to a photo of it, but it was a classic look. Bolt action rifle with a dark barrel, all wood body and stock, modest scope, and a leather carrying strap.

I don’t really admire the look of guns any more than I might with something like a power drill. But in this case it’s associated with nice memories of when Dad let me shoot the big rifle from grandpa, or just hiking through the woods with my dad while he was the one carrying it.

For some background, I’m obviously American, but I also had an early childhood out in the country. I mean “I played in the corn field that bordered my giant back yard” country. I knew the farmer too, because he’d let my dad hunt on his land. Sometimes we’d hang out in his house and BS on the way in or out.

.270 is a neat caliber. I rarely hear about it (not that I frequent gun discussions) but am familiar with it because that’s the caliber of my dad’s deer hunting rifle which also belonged to my WW2 veteran grandfather.

And yeah it’s not very comparable to a 22 except for starting with a two. It’s a high powered rifle. You can think of it like a .30-06 but with a slightly smaller and faster bullet.

If you wish you carve a path from scratch, first you must create the universe.

many of them produce a baby in 4 or 6 mo after the wedding

Wow, they are just precocious in every way, aren’t they?