Depends on the phone, but some of them, the audio is horrible through the regular speaker for calls, but better via the bigger one. Just not necessarily enough better for everyone.
Mind you, most of the people that do that are just twits, but hard of hearing people might need to use the phone that way to be able to communicate effectively, regardless of phone quality.
That is true, but it is still an acceptable action within that context.
Paladins, at least the generic form of the term, aren’t held to an impossible standard. If you pick specific versions of paladin, you might run into cases where an unintentional violation of oath works to negate their holiness, but that’s rule issues, not concept issues.
Self defense is allowed within every version of paladin because they’re knights, warriors. Illusion, insanity, trickery, it doesn’t matter because that’s external the the paladin. If their actions are righteous (and self defense is in this kind of discussion), and their intent was pure, they’re still holy.
They might need to atone for the killing anyway, but that’s a separate issue from them being a paladin.
If anything, Don Quixote’s later actions show that he wouldn’t have taken a life in his right mind, which points back to his righteousness.
Wanna bet?
I’d make it an absolute realistic pile of dust, unable to move, unable to cast magic, fight, or anything but be carried along by whatever picked it up, and when enough of the dust gets separated, death is automatic.
But I’d still allow it as an interesting edge case once.
Why would I change either?
I mean, I’m a hoopy frood, So I know where my towel is, and it’s full of all kinds of nutrients due to the competing microbes that compose its flora. You don’t just waste that kind of ecosystem by changing towels every decade.
And sheets? What about the memories? Every stain is a mark of something wonderful that happened. Except the ones that are marks of something horrific that happened. Or the ones that are just spilled beverages. But, you know, that’s still plenty of good memories you want washed down the drain, you animal you.
Monomaniacal for sure.
But, they’re filled with a dedication to law and goodness. Which, within the context of the story, so was Don Quixote. While he certainly behaved in ways that would seem more chaotic from an outside viewpoint, he was a knight on a holy quest.
That kind of dedication to a cause is a little crazy by itself.
That Quixote was towards the end of life and seemed to be in an altered state of mind, his inner self was pure, which makes him a paladin, sworn to an oath.
Moreover, his quest was successful. He achieved what he set out to do.
Darude, sandstorm.
It isn’t that direct a thing, but it was pretty close in their case.
Don Quixote was the original paladin, and I will die on that hill
You can easily find HR staff that are wonderful as individuals. Plenty of them.
But HR as an entity isn’t about providing resources to humans, it’s about managing humans as resources. They aren’t there to help employees, though they may do that indirectly sometimes. They’re there to help employers, and even the best individuals doing the job are still doing that job of helping the employer as their primary goal.
Even the best people can be worn down by doing the job and turn into the soulless drone, if they can’t/don’t think they can leave the job.
The only HR department I’ve ever trusted was at a home health agency that was owned by a single person who set the standards, and there were two HR employees that really were there to help balance the company’s needs with the employees’. It was evident in everything they did, and the boss would abide by their decisions even if it cost her.
But! At any point in time, she could have completely done away with that methodology. And that’s why HR as a thing can never be trusted
Depends on the size of the dog. Smaller dogs are comparable, bigger dogs much more expensive. Big dogs just need more food.
Haven’t seen prices recently because it’s been a while since my cat died, and it was years before my dog died after that (though I still miss them both way more than is fair), but the cost per ounce of food for each of them was roughly the same, a difference of pennies on any given brand, and it wasn’t always one that was the higher.
My dog was a corgi, about 28 lbs, my cat was something like 10 pounds (iirc, it has been a decade, and I’m not digging for her records just for this). At one point, they were both on the same brand of food, and the cost was comparable to their size difference. The dog was more expensive, but when you break it down per weight unit of food, it was negligible difference.
Just be aware that you can’t always get a direct equivalence. Using purina as an example name, you might have purina one for cats, but there’s three or four versions named different from the dog versions that are similar. I’m not saying that’s the case with that brand, just using it as an example for what I’m talking about. When there’s multiple varieties of a brand, figuring out which versions are the closest between cat and dog food isn’t always obvious.
If you don’t know how to calculate that, lemme know and I’ll type it out for you (no bullshit, not a snide thing, not everyone knows how, and it’s not a bad thing to not know).
Expect to pay more per year for a dog the size of a corgi compared to even big cats like a Maine coon. But the difference per pound of food is maybe 25 cents at the high end of difference, which is not much per ounce at all. If it’s a smaller dog like a chihuahua it might end up being less per year than the average cat.
I do remember a patient of mine that had great danes. Back in the nineties, for each dog, he was paying around 300 dollars a year, and he was using fairly cheap food, plus supplementing it with his homemade stuff. It would be something closer to 500 a year now, if I’m remembering the inflation correctly.
Man, I remember being sad when Freddie Mercury died.
Hell, as young as I was, I remember my mom crying her eyes out when John Lennon died.
About a year after I got married, my buddy Spider was over for dinner.
We were in the kitchen doing prep as a group, because it’s fun. Spider, being a fuckwit, decides to start calling my wife Mrs Sasquatch (sasquatch being one of my nicknames).
She glared at him the first time and said “I have even less body hair than you, Mr I wish I was cool”
Which got plenty of laughter all around.
By the fifth or sixth time, Spider had run the joke into the ground as usual. He asks if Mrs Squatch could hand him the eggs. So she did. Right to the face.
Which got plenty of laughter all around tbh. Spider may be a twat, but he takes as well as he dishes out.
Thanks :)
Fwiw, the tweens aren’t that bad. A lot of hormonal ups and downs, but it’s when kids really start becoming who they’ll be as an adult. It’s a beautiful thing to see, despite the regular urge to pull out your hair lol.
Man, I was lucky in a lot of ways with my parents. They were generally laissez-faire, but they made sure I had as much in the way of information about sexual health as I wanted. Same with drugs and alcohol, none of the bullshit “just say no” that was the default back in eighties.
They made plenty of mistakes, but good info was always the default.
I’m trying to avoid the same mistakes, and the ones my grandparents made with them. If I screw up, I want it to be new mistakes.
It’s a tool, like any other.
Like, our kid did some abysmally stupid shit online a few years ago. They did it despite having been warned about how things can wrong and being told specifically not to do the thing they did, and what the consequences would be if they did.
So, parental controls. That started out absurdly strict, and lessened over time to supervision only. Now, the only limit they have is for bedtime. But supervision can still happen at any time. Kind of a trust but verify thing.
However, they also know that I’m not going to go poking my nose where it isn’t my business. It’s about the kind of activity, not the specifics, if that makes sense? I’m not giving details because what they did is between us and them, and I don’t give out anything about them in a direct sense even if it was something they were okay with me discussing. That’s about privacy, and that’s where the boundary is.
And I think that’s the key to using parental controls as a tool instead of a weapon, if that makes sense. The goal is to guide them, give them a chance to learn. You don’t take a kid out in the woods and just drop them off with no training. Parental controls are the digital equivalent of letting them learn in your back yard first. We can’t be over their shoulders all the time, so we use fences and keep an eye out the window. As they grow and learn, you move the fences a little.
A good example is porn. We all know damn good and well that at some point, our kids are going to run into it. The job is to prepare them for that. Doing so takes time; you can’t explain why xhamster isn’t about pets to a six year old. So you block things until their individual development makes it a reasonable conversation. You give that information in stages, chunks broken up as the kid is ready for the next one.
But! You play fair. You tell them that there’s things they aren’t allowed to access because they’re not for kids. This requires building trust first. They have to know that they can come to you with anything and not be treated like they did something wrong for asking. You have to give them honest answers, and do the dance of making it age appropriate. That way, by the time they’re at the stage where they’re chomping at the bit and doing dumb teenage stuff, you can trust them to come to you with things before they dive into some internet cesspool.
When shit happens and they run into something ahead of when they’re genuinely ready for it, you turn it into an opportunity to guide them and keep the trust going both ways.
We’re lucky as hell with our kid. That trust is there. They’ll come ask about some weird shit, and if I say “you don’t want to know”, they shrug and ask when they should ask again. And they come back down the road and ask again. So far, anyway lol.
As far as spying, that’s a hell no from me. We’re up front about it all. They know I keep a check on the traffic in and out across the board. They also know I won’t be a dick if they explore some. The most I’ll do if they’re exploring something that’s not age appropriate is directly sit them down and talk about it. No bullshit, they’ll get the best answers I can give, there’s no “punishment” at all, there’s no ranting and raving or arbitrary pronouncements. It’s all about making sure they understand what they’re getting into, and guiding them to better things.
It’s fucking hard though. There’s been times I want to just wield the dad hammer lol.
I dunno if that’s the kind of thing you were looking for or not. But it’s a thing I was looking into well before the kid had any internet access that wasn’t on our laps, literally. We adults thought it out, talked it out, and came up with as much of a plan as is realistic to make when a kid is going to be an agent of chaos lol.
That’s a good shower thought tbh.
I don’t agree with the premise, but it’s a good shower thought :)
The flaw in the premise is that all scientists are, first, human. This means that there is no perfection. This would make progress on smart apes slow because of the lower numbers willing to violate ethics to make it happen.
But ethics tend to decrease as pay increases, and if the potential profit of smarter apes is high enough, someone, somewhere would try it.
And there’s still scientists that don’t agree with the ethics that would prevent attempts at engineering apes. There’s people that would be hyped to do it just to learn something along the way (friendships?).
It’s damn nice, ngl. And I didn’t get married until 2013 at almost 40.
It’s one of those things worth waiting for, rather than jumping into at first opportunity. Not saying I wouldn’t have preferred to have had what I have now sooner, but younger me wouldn’t have been ready anyway. I’m just saying that it isn’t something to rush for the sake of being married, it’s about being good partners, matching well, and that’s not something that’s guaranteed to happen at any given age.
Eh, mainly because dicks.
I’ve worn kilts. Not my thing, it turns out.
I’ve also had dresses on. Not my thing, but I liked making my friends happy, and I worked as a bouncer at a drag club, so happy sometimes meant dressing the big, hairy weightlifting dude up in pretty dresses. Again, not my thing, but fun anyway.
But I noticed something pretty damn quick. Even in the kind of sizes I was wearing, even with underwear on, that dick is going to be obvious. With no undies, that thing flopping around under a dress is silly as hell, and very visible. Like, even standing still, it’s obvious, but you try dancing and not having your dong move the fabric.
But a kilt? Not so much. The pleats of the fabric ones hide your junk better, even when doing something stupid like tossing a log. But leather ones? Good to go entirely. You just don’t show.
Now, I’m not saying that’s the way it should be. I’m of the mind that there’s nothing harmful about flopping dong at all, and not even hard dong as far as that goes. But I’m not in charge, and there’s a lot of people that would object.
So, dudes get stuck with heavier fabrics and other tricks to keep the dong from being as visible.
But, any dude wants to wear some light, pretty stuff? I’d support them. Just might have to tie the dong down
That is the name of a baby hippopotamus.
It got into the news because cute babies.
But it’s stayed in the news mainly because people are assholes.
See, babies sleep a lot. Sleeping is not something zoo goers are excited about on average (me, I would just melt and think it was extra cute).
So, you get assholes going to that zoo and trying to make the baby hippo be entertaining.
Which is, imo, peak asshole. Intentionally waking a baby anything should be punished by being tied to a chair and forced to hear Yoko Ono sing for a week straight. In person would be best, but recorded is acceptable.
That’s it. Cute baby animal + asshole humans = news.
For your entertainment, The baby hippo made an appearance on SNL