My boxer mix gets her wires crossed sometimes and quietly growls at me when she’s excited, like when she can tell by my change of clothes that we’re about to go for a walk. Sometimes it startles strangers but it’s hard to be scared when her tail is wagging. The best part is when the vibration of her own growl tickles her throat and sinuses enough that she makes herself sneeze.
My Plex/*arr Intel NUC server uses like 50-75W under heavy load and maybe 5W at idle, and I can’t imagine it’s not powerful enough to run a small Lemmy instance, so even this figure seems a little high to me.
I will let you down
The current thinking as I understand it is expiry policies make most types of accounts less secure because users just cycle through the same predictable pattern of adding increasing numbers of exclamation points or incrementing the last digit at each required password change, and if you require new passwords to be too substantially dissimilar from x number of previous ones then users can’t remember them at all. Policies that make people use minimally complex passwords because they have too many to remember and don’t understand how password managers work inevitably increase password reuse between services and devices which does the opposite of improving security. Especially with MFA enforced, which I’ve been known to do as aggressively as I can get away with, there’s just no sense in requiring regular password resets – as long as the password remains complex, unique, and uncompromised. I’m not a network security expert but I am responsible for managing these sorts of things in my role and that’s the rationale I use for the group policies in a typical customer’s environment.
I’m gonna need more to go on than just a file name. Got a (magnet) link to that image?
I pasted this into a Word document and my laptop burst into flames.
Stop or stomp?
All the men on my mom’s side of the family have been bald for as long as I can remember so I knew I was doomed when my hair started thinning in my early twenties. Now that I’ve been shaving it for years, I don’t miss it one bit. It’s so much less of a hassle than keeping it clean and straight and cut neatly.
It’s just hair. You can either own it or wear a hat while you wait a few months until it grows back – and then be grateful that it still does.
Sorry for the pedantry but modern guns also have magazines rather than clips.
Or like the picture on the right but with the people standing on the inner surfaces instead of the outer ones? Centrifugal force from rotation is the only way we know how to make “artificial” gravity, although you can imagine the comical scene if it had to stop rotating in order to fire.
That’s because the new one is just the existing web app that loads inside an Edge instance so they were basically starting from scratch. I realized that when I discovered I couldn’t open the new version on my laptop that I had uninstalled Edge from.
Oh, and MS is killing the old version. Joy.
You say that as if it’s far off but I feel like we’re nearly already there.
Nope, sorry about your luck. Nothing on anime or Star Trek, either.
Depression made me want to die more than once but my alcohol use led to me almost killing myself accidentally during one of the episodes. The 9mm I had just been holding to my head seconds earlier discharged because I was shitfaced and was handling it completely sloppily. I shot the ceiling but luckily nothing else. It scared me sober instantly and I realized how close I came. I got help too and I’m doing better now.
I’m glad you’re still here.
I took LSD, DMT, and weed one night several years ago. This was near the end of my experimentation phase with psychedelics before I finally came to my senses and chilled out so we’re talking heroic-level dosing, too. While peaking on something like 880μg, I smoked some weed to intentionally send the acid into overdrive and then took a couple big hits off a DMT vape.
Instant ego death.
At first I was just in awe of what I was seeing and experiencing, but soon I realized that I could no longer talk or even think linguistically. Language completely fails at some point when you’re that far gone but I was too far gone to remember that fact, let alone comprehend it enough for it to calm me down. I didn’t even know what I was, let alone who. I had a sense that I was a being of some sort who had once been able to communicate but I didn’t understand why I couldn’t anymore. Panic set in. Part of me was still dimly aware that I had taken something or at least done something to myself, even if I didn’t understand it was the cause of what was basically a temporary psychotic break, so I came to the conclusion that I had erased my brain like a hard drive that doesn’t even have an operating system anymore and that I would have to re-learn everything from scratch.
When I came down enough to find (and be able to use) my phone, I called a friend to come meet me at 3am (true bro) so that the re-education could begin immediately. By the time he got there, though, I realized that I couldn’t have wiped my memory since I remembered my friend and that I was, in fact, a fucking idiot. We had a good laugh and I decided to take it easy with the drugs after that.
You might want to read the parent comment again. It was talking about a fatal OD, not a k-hole.
Multiple grams simultaneously for a healthy adult IIRC and more with a tolerance. I have to imagine it’s difficult to even snort that much in a single sitting, let alone before you become unconscious.
But remember what ketamine was originally developed for: general anesthesia. You don’t need to take enough for its toxicity to kill you, just enough to induce a coma such that you’re unable to know you’re drowning in a couple feet of hot water.
I think they mean as opposed to 80% of the periodic table. Maybe.
That’s adorable. TIL, thanks.