Followed by “but I don’t like to complain”.

I don’t know why anyone would prefer that.

Memory training tools. Like the memory palace, the person-action-object method, acronyms and mnemonics.

Visualisations like using the abacus method to do fast and accurate arithmetic.

And human-executable techniques like the doomsday algorithm and George Marsaglia’s random number generator.

Obviously because everyone outside of your particular generation is a hivemind that shares a single un-nuanced thought on every topic.

A company I worked for announced that it had come to management attention that staff were socialising in the office, and that wasn’t allowed. To prevent it the doors would be locked until ten minutes before our official start time in the morning. I showed up at 7:30 the next morning for my shift and the whole team were milling around the front door because they couldn’t get in. Seems like they never delegated a manager to open up for us.

The policy was never rescinded, but they never tried enforcing it again either.

A patient escaped his police escort through a crawlspace above the showers. The whole building went on lockdown (with loudspeaker announcements about not interacting with any naked men you come across) before they eventually found him a mile away, still starkers.

Sounds a lot like burnout to me.

A toasted English muffin, with peanut butter. My usual breakfast.

I assume a large percentage of Lemmy users have the 'tism.

Yes. But you have to understand - to my mind, the purpose of a pet name is to entertain me, while mildly annoying her, by being unforgivably twee.

I call her my little Smoddy-Dimble.

It looks like most of the strange combos in the thread are variations on the theme of sweet + savoury. Lives up to the premise - that’s weird and bad and wrong.

I had a piercing that turned into a scar. Got a stud put in at a music festival, and that’s how I learned I’m allergic to low-purity silver alloys. After taking the anchor-y part off the back, I had to fish the stud out of my swollen earlobe with needle-nose pliers.

I’ve been back and forth to Australia, because I have family there. Melbourne and a dusty little coastal town in South Australia called Whyalla. I’ve also attended a Worldcon there, and I think, accidentally insulted Charles Stross.

I’ve also been on a month-long trip to Europe which covered the Czech Republic, Austria, Hungary, Germany and the Netherlands. I fell in love with each and every one of those countries as I toured through them, although it was a little bit disappointing to be trapped in Essen while my wife attended Der Spiel because of a public transport strike.

We had plans for a trip to the US next year, which may not happen now. Perhaps we’ll head back to Europe.

This is my next project for when I discover a reserve of time and energy I didn’t know I had.

Maybe ‘museum quality’ means ‘good enough for the gift shop’.

It’s awkward. I’m not upset, please stop insisting that I should be. Am I now failing to live up to your expectations by being okay with stuff?

I think headphones aren’t tight enough to leave divots, but cochlear implants might make them wonder.

I mean, you’re just coming off sounding like an Apple-hater and someone who hasn’t ever actually owned an iPad. Maybe even a bot.

Yeah, that opinion was clearly an attack on an in-group you personally identify with! /s

Recycled plastic bin liners. They literally split at the seams as I was peeling them off the roll.

Second place goes to a pair of cheap shoes. Literally walked the soles off them in two weeks.

Third place goes to a pair of nail clippers from a consignment store. The metal bent rather than cut through my fingernails. (Maybe it would have worked better under the red sun of my home planet?)

Who’s the other guy?