

It’s almost like the entire narrative is just bad faith tribalism.
It’s almost like the entire narrative is just bad faith tribalism.
I thought Nintendo games never went on sale? 🤯
It’s new math. In this new approach, the important thing is to understand what you’re doing rebroadcast the narrative,
rather than to get the right answer.
I cannot articulate how perfect this synopsis is.
I’ve done some seriously stupid shit in excel, mostly due to it being the only tool I had. By the time I handed the project off to someone else for maintenance/feature creep, there were VLOOKUP ranges spanning dozens of columns. VLOOKUP doesn’t care what column the target is named, only the offset from the beginning of the range. So being able to calculate CA minus W is pretty handy.
Yes, the project should have been a database. But these things happen when skinflint company meets annoyed amateur: you get a sprawling VBA abomination that, despite making actual developers want to choke a bitch, still works orders of magnitude better than the previous system.
That’s the general gist of the standard advice, yeah.
If you have a hatchback, it’s even easier. Lean in, start the car, roll down the windows, walk around to the hatch. I don’t even bother doing more than one open and close anymore.
A similar situation is happening with the Colorado River:
(Not really good news)
If you have MACs on your LAN, that’s your problem.
The screenshot looks to be from this post:
As saved from the thread earlier this week instead of a screenshot:
The entire site looks to be slop.
Why does it have three…? You know what, never mind.
The police do not care about porch pirates.
The pocket depression rectangle is great for distraction noises in a pinch.
Same, that one is completely unrelatable to me. My boyfriend can do it, but we suspect it’s actually dissociation, a trauma response.
Ding ding ding! For me, the thoughts become so pervasive/overwhelming that I either retreat completely, or get lost in the sauce. It’s not uncommon for my spouse to check in on me while I’m on the toilet. “You’ve been in there for an hour.” Zero recollection of time passing, and little to no memory of thoughts. Or I’ll be in the shower, have a stray thought snag a neuron, and who knows how long later I’m still standing there holding the soap, unsure of what I’ve washed already, but shaken because I just mentally experienced a dozen different versions of a traumatic event that hasn’t actually happened. The former is as close as I get to head empty, the latter is everything firing at once in the least productive way possible.
I’ve tried to so many times “clear my mind of thought” as people say to do for meditation, but all the attempts have ever done was leave me more stressed than I was before. My brain does not shut the fuck up. Ever. I’ve been suffering from insomnia as far back as I can recall, all because no matter how tired I am, sometimes my brain just will. not. be. quiet. Everything is a potential stimulus. Any minor sound, the feeling of my bedsheet, even having my partner turn over could remind me of some obscure memory or story or fact, and my brain doesn’t stop, it just changes direction.
Loud and clear. For meditation, I’ve found that guided works better for me. And instead of “clearing my head” (ha), concentrating on abstract visualizations related to the guidance helps. For sleep, I have to break all of the “rules.” Have something to concentrate on like a game, video, or book until I feel like I’m “ready.” (Like dropping the phone or controller.) And then have music playing low to take my attention as I fall asleep. Without it, as you said, any little stimulus is enough to send things into overdrive and undo any sleepiness. Doubly so if the stimulus leads to anxiety.
Also, fuck doctors that won’t listen. And double-fuck those that insist on trying to cram everything into boxes that they’re familiar with, to the exclusion of maybe just MAYBE the person living through the experience has a better read on said experience than you do.
From Florida, ironically.