The pharma-go-round is torture, even with a good doctor. With a doctor that doesn’t listen, it’s unbearable. Which means finding a new doctor and starting again. It’s a vicious cycle. Glad you landed on something that works.

Toxic positivi-tea.

Adulthood doubles the frames: add one with no bench, and one with someone putting a bench in front of the child. The conclusion doesn’t change: it’s the kid’s fault for tripping over the bench. We just collectively ignore that the kid was fine until someone put a bench in the way.

So, all the uploaders deserve a ban?

Plot twist: the toddler has a multi-year marketing push worth tens if not hundreds of millions, which convinced a lot of people who don’t know the first thing about chess that it really is very impressive, and all those chess-types are just jealous.

Agreed.

Huh, I didn’t know people anyone even painted with baby oil.

Yeah, but they might have Mad Mad Bunny disease. You don’t want none of them prions, dawg.

Resource hidden where we can’t see it? Best to assume it’s infinite and there will be no repercussions.

I cannot confirm nor deny this, but the fact remains that Deloreans still exist today. And I do not recall ever hearing any stories about rust. Which, given its infamy, one would think would have been part of the lore by now if it was a thing.

Fascism 101.

This is something that even larger corps struggle with. My old company would buy some other company, lay off a bunch of people, others would quit, and then it was shocked Pikachu faces all around when That One Thing stopped working in an office they turned into a ghost town and, well, no, nobody was going to be there until Monday morning to power cycle etc. True lights out/OOB reachability is WORK. And there’s always going to be a SPOF somewhere that requires hands on-site.

Do what you can, when you can. And thank you for all that y’all have done so far.

I don’t even know how many MP3s you can store with 400 qubits.

That’s ridiculous. Nobody knows how long a gallon is.

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Thanks for the heads up, try not to stress too much.

Our washer died a couple of months ago so we had to hit the laundromat for awhile. Brought our own detergent of course, but we also got the dregs of whatever the last dozen or so people poured into the dispenser. It was like histamine roulette that landed on 00 suspiciously often.