That’s effectively what I had as an undergrad and it was lovely. Wednesdays were (mostly) reserved for labs, so if you weren’t taking chemistry or another class with a lab, you had Wednesdays to sleep in. I rather miss that.

It was this argument with my mom that helped me realize she was the sort of racist that doesn’t think she’s racist. We were talking about how black men tend to get a longer sentence for the same crimes than white men. Her stance was pretty much “well, they shouldn’t have done the crime” and I’m like… Mom. Unfair is unfair. Thankfully we’re no longer close for other reasons.

Huh. My felon (don’t get caught doing drugs) brother Michael used to use “Killer Mike” as his screenname. I wonder if there’s a connection.

Some of us just like tentacles. They’re cool and attached to cool creatures, presumedly like the wearer of these earplugs.

I was just as alert after the first 3 alerts as after the 8th. The additional alerts didn’t tell me anything new, they just gave me alarm fatigue.

And yes, it was bad. Roads were flooded. Buildings were flooded. People were evacuated. People died.

I finally went in and did this a couple weeks ago. We were under flash flood advisory and every time the end timestamp was updated, we got another “severe” alert. I didn’t need 8 very loud alerts going off over the course of a quiet evening at home.

Walk someone else through editing a config file on the command-line over screenshare? Nano. Omg nano is your friend.

The problem with using nano for years is that I now try using nano shortcuts in other programs. Random new windows opening is confusing, until you figure out Ctrl+o isn’t save in that program. Then it’s just annoying because you still have your inappropriate muscle memory.

Oh, and I should mention I’m still reprogramming myself from growing up in a house where we did everything ourselves. Wallpaper? Us. Siding? Us. Roofing? Us. Drywall? Us. Ducting the dryer through the crawlspace? Us. Well, Mom. No way I was going under the house

The only thing I remember being hired out growing up was installing new dormers in the attic and framing the attic into bedrooms.

Partner is the other end, his dad hired everything out growing up.

I’m happy to do the straightforward jobs that if I mess up I’m just inconvenienced. Changing the kitchen faucet? If that gets stalled halfway, I’m doing dishes in the bathroom sink for a bit. (TBH I wish I was 3 inches narrower because my undersink area has a divider between the doors and it was an uncomfortably close fit, including moving 1 boob through the space at a time, not fun).

Electrical? I’ll swap out GFCI outlets but if that doesn’t fix the problem I’m calling a professional.

Painting? Sure, good excuse to get a nice step ladder.

Anything I get stumped on or which takes more equipment than I can fit in my closet (chimney sweep, carpet replacement) gets hired out.

Am considering doing the flooring in my laundry closet, will probably hire it out because I don’t want to deal with moving big stuff.

Am very glad we can afford to do these things instead of deferring maintenance. Am also very glad we were lucky enough to be able to buy a condo when we did. Our mortgage+hoa fee today is 2/3 what rent on our old place is today, and we build equity. And this is a 15-year mortgage, which makes the rent comparison even worse.

MS-DOS 5 or 6. I guess technically I used whatever Apple IIes had, first, but really I just loaded games from disk.