If you can get hold if it, look out for Thomas Jefferson’s The Life and Morals of Jesus of Nazareth. It’s the New Testament with all the spirituality, supernatural, etc edited out. Instead you’ve just got a book about morals and ethics as taught by some guy.

Steven Toast saying “Ray bloody Purchase” here.

No update after thirteen hours. Wife wanted to decorate the tree. He dead.

When I can be bothered (not often) I get a real one. The smell is amazing, it looks great and the imperfections and variations make it look much nicer. Oh, and the best bit? When I take it down I get to take it to the goat farm down the road - they go absolutely fucking nuts for fir trees.

As someone who is all-in on smart home kit, I tend to agree. Everyone who visits my home loves how it all works, but I have a strict rule that nothing is connected to the Internet: it’s either a local protocol (ZigBee, Matter) or connected to a local-only VLAN and is orchestrated by Home Assistant. It’s increasingly difficult to recommend products to people starting out that don’t involve some vague cloud service that can’t be relied on, and most people don’t want to go from zero to Home Assistant.

Nigel Farage. Donald Trump. JD Vance. Liz Truss. Boris Johnson.

Oh, wait, did you mean “trashy” to insinuate “poor”? Because also, no.

Not sure but it involves walking up to a stranger, spontaneously making conversation with them, handing over a sheet of paper full of your personal information and they being judged for how well you did which sounds about as anti-Lemmy as it gets.

And get a password manager. They solve the problem of both password reuse and typing it in the wrong field.

It reminds me of that (fake, I know) experiment with the apes that got sprayed with water cannons if they did the wrong thing. They’re doing something without understanding why they’re doing it, and if they did know why they were doing it and they wouldn’t bother.

The reason they were called that is becaus a lot of early models use ultrasonic rather than infrared or radio so they made a loud clicking noise. My grandparents and aunts were familiar with those so they still called all remotes the clicker.

The thing is, growing up we had a Bang & Olufsen TV remote that had clicky buttons - really, very satisfyingly clicky - even though it used RF, but I just assumed all remotes were like that and that’s why they were called clickers.

Kinda weird how you started by asking an interesting question but then spend the last two-thirds of your post going full-on tin foil hat.

and then they fucked.

I bumped into a friend who is cop in the British Transport Police at a station while he was working. While I was there somehow a happy-drunk guy fell between a train and the platform and got stuck. That’s not the crazy part.

The crazy part is the four separate people who all ended up getting arrested because they attacked my friend and the other responders trying to free the stuck man - physically kicking and trying to drag them away - because he/they wouldn’t order the train to leave the station and it was making them late. Four separate people, all apparently sober, all absolute psychopaths who would happily see someone mangled by a train so they wouldn’t be inconvenienced, and so utterly convinced of their righteousness that they were prepared to physically attack police officers and paramedics.

I was later told this is pretty normal when there’s a “one under”: aside from the person who fell getting injured or dying, the biggest immediate problem is a handful of narcissistic cunts who interpret the whole thing as some kind of personal insult. It really shook me that anyone could be like that.

“We all turn the wheel… I am the one who decides the way in which it turns.”

https://youtu.be/VI-ufJ3njG8

Wasn’t that actually on the cards at one point?

You can pry my T440 from my cold dead hands or, at the least, give me a bit of notice so I can fish out my X220. Or my X80. Or my other X220. Or my T420… I might have a problem.

That car is a '93-'98 Fiat Punto. Not sure if that helps.

'tis 'tism.

'tisism.

Your right.

There’s a name for everything. There’s probably a name for there being a name for everything.