A friend has a notebook next to her computer with all her passwords in it. Initially I was horrified - what if you’re burgled? - but actually it’s genius. Much more secure than letting a browser remember them, and she doesn’t even need to memorise a Bitwarden password.
Nope, I’m old and have evolved into an 11am friend. I keep hearing about how old people are out of bed at sparrow fart and get stuff done, but it’s never happened to me.
Reality check: New Zealanders are leaving New Zealand in record numbers.
Ok I’m coming round to your place for dinner. That sounds AMAZING.
Huh, I did not know that. Thanks! I was in a discussion over lunch the other day about chemistry - one woman revealed she was a chemistry teacher, which prompted an anti-science member of the group to scoff, “What relevance does chemistry have in daily life?” I gave cooking as a prime example of chemistry - cakes rise, sauces reduce, roasts brown. And now I can emulsifying to the list!
No. Combine the sauce with pasta, put it in an oven proof dish and grate extra cheese on top. Put in the oven until the topping is browned and bubbling. Then serve. (Also, add a bit of mustard to the cheese sauce, it perks up the flavour.)
Hah! In Scotland we dip pizza in batter and deep fry it. With a deep-fried Mars bar for afters.
https://www.glasgowlive.co.uk/news/glasgow-news/five-glaswegian-chip-shop-delicacies-11462402
Last year my email address - [email protected] - was added to the group list for a bunch of old ladies in England. First I was advised of my spot on the flower roster for the church, then I got someone’s holiday photos, a reminder that Gerald’s birthday was on the 9th, a lovely eCard congratulating me on my wedding anniversary… on and on.
I tried deleting them but they kept coming, and I worried about all the cool stuff initialslastname was missing out on. I sent an email to the whole group saying stop it & got a heartfelt apology and promises to correct it, but the emails have kept on coming - they all have me in their address books now. If I wasn’t so lazy it would be a good incentive to move fully to my proton address.
That sounds like a protection racket.
But but but it saves users from doing “gymnastics with their eyes”!! Jaysus, what a load of bs.
I hate algorithms, they narrow everything down, desperate to squeeze you into a little box. FB knows how old I am, so while I’m stalking my nieces it shows me ads for incontinence pants, tea towels and comfy shoes. It became a complete turn off with Netflix, it’s part of the reason I cancelled. Don’t miss it.
Last time I was in the mosh pit was a Pogues gig. Might have been hit by Shane MacGowan’s spit. Totally worth it.
I know a couple of blokes like this. Great stories, but pleeeease I have things to do. I wouldn’t mind so much if it was a conversation but it’s a monologue, with barely room for a “good grief” or “oh gosh”. One of my friends now just says “I’m off, bye” and walks out, in the middle of a story about crocodiles in the Zambezi or whatever.
I still use my iPod Classic. I can plug it into my car for when I’m out of FM range, and I have a Bluetooth adapter for it that plugs into the headphone socket & lets me listen via my hearing aids. It’s better than a phone for me, because the mobile signal is weak where I live, and most of my garden is out of WiFi range. It fits all my music and still has room for podcasts.
iTunes sucks though, ugh.
Almost all the ads I’ve seen on Prime video are for other Prime movies. They never appear during a natural break in whatever I’m watching, just burst right in in the middle of a scene. They elicit zero positive emotions, and I am about to cancel my subscription.
That looks like an illustration from a 1950s cookbook. Mystery meat, shredded stuff, crinkle-cut discs, quartered boiled eggs, all in Kodachrome. Yummy! (I would eat it.)
My induction hob has much finer heat control than my old gas stove - I especially love the low-low temp simmer. And the fact that I never come down in the morning and wonder why the kitchen is warm, before discovering that a back burner has been left on overnight.
A ship that size takes a loooong time to stop. There are no brakes. It has momentum and will keep moving forward, even without propulsion, even with the engine in full astern mode.
“And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men. … But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” Matthew 6:5-6
He’s not the Messiah, he’s a very naughty boy!
That’s an excellent idea! I’ll mention it to her.