MrsDoyle @ MrsDoyle @sh.itjust.works

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Why are there Ubuntu haters? I'm on the verge of installing Linux on my desktop and have the Ubuntu pro installer on a thumb drive ready. I'm worried now...

I started out thinking to go with Mint, seems popular, but there was an instruction to verify the ISO image and it was just too complex. https://forums.linuxmint.com/viewtopic.php?t=291093

I'm already using Linux on an old laptop (Zorin) so I'm not inexperienced, but good lord that's a faff and a half. I have a life!

I blocked the moth person, I got sick of those posts.

I subscribe to c/womensstuff and I've seen the messages to men who post there accidentally. They go like this: "thanks for your comment, but unfortunately this community has a rule that only women are permitted to comment - hope you understand 🧡"

How is this "somewhat abusive"?

I've discovered I can still load books on my aged Kindle Keyboard via email. When you register a Kindle you get an email address for that purpose. More fiddly that just dropping files in its Document folder, but it does work. (I'm so bloody annoyed at Amazon for that change to Kindles.)

https://www.theheritageofscotland.co.uk/heritage-of-scotland---see-you-jimmy-hat-with-tartan-and-ginger-hair-novelty-scottish-hat--one-size-5785-p.asp

That's so nice! I gave away a microwave, and the couple who took it brought along a little pot plant as a thank you.

I had a big heavy electric bike I used for my work commute, and once I retired it gradually morphed into a coat rack. I put it on Gumtree, a UK Craigslist equivalent, priced at £50 more than I actually wanted for it, which was well under half the price I'd paid. A full 27 SECONDS after I listed it, I had a buyer, and less than half an hour after that he was at my door. As expected, he offered £50 less than the listed price, and was delighted when I accepted. Bargain!

I noticed he'd come in a car, and wondered out loud if it had room for a big heavy bike. "No problem, it can fit loads!" As he wheeled the bike out the door, he realised just how heavy this big heavy bike was. But he forged on, managed to heave it into the car, and drove off a happy man.

Questions he didn't ask: How old is this bike? (Seven years or so.) What's the projected lifespan of the battery? (About another year.) How well is it holding a charge? (Not well at all.) How much is a replacement battery? (£200.)

I fully expected to hear back from him complaining about the big heavy lemon he'd just bought, but no. I guess he's enjoying his new coat rack.

Vanuatu 🇻🇺

It's got a boar's tusk on it.

Don't be embarrassed, you're keeping her in a job.

"Normal", hmmm. I remember being confused at school when we had to analyse literature and "motherly love" was given as an example of a universal theme. Really? Not in my experience. According to my own dear mama, my younger sister and I were both mistakes. She made it very clear always what a heinous burden we were.

In retrospect, she was a terrible person for saying such things. We were not awful kids, and grew up to be pretty good people. Yes, we've both struggled a bit with depression and self doubt, but on the whole, not bad.

So I would say your mother's cruelty isn't what's generally considered "normal", but it's not that uncommon. Some people shouldn't have children, in my view. There's a lot of societal pressure to procreate in the first place, and then barriers to choosing not to. And it must be horrendous to find yourself not enjoying motherhood at all when it's supposed to be your peak experience. Still no excuse for such meanness though.

Carry on living, young adult! It's too easy to get dragged down by shit like this. Life is fleeting in the grand sweep of the universe, keep your heart open to possibilities and options and chances. And remind your mother that you'll be choosing her care home one day.

We were astonished. It could easily have turned extremely nasty, but we instinctively trusted him. It made me a better person I think, more generous.

I don't think they had passenger dirigibles in the 1950s, they were phased out earlier. They crashed and burned too much.

Relevant clip from The Commitments

This made me laugh, it's so true! Apart from chickens though - I know a few middle class people with chickens.

Good luck! I hope the docs come up with solutions as well as a diagnosis, and you recover.

After ten years keeping bees as part of a charity project, next year I'm leaving that and getting my very own bees. I'm very excited at the prospect!

Also, at the end of this year I'm going on a trip abroad for the first time since 2019. I'm quite apprehensive but still looking forward to it.

A friend and I tried to hitch from Calais to Paris in 1980 or so. Scruffy punks don't get lifts, turns out. We got the train and arrived in Paris late at night. Hotels by the station were either full or too expensive. We were staring at our map in despair when a young man asked if we needed help. Long story short, he walked us to his mother's flat and made up a bed for us on the sofa. She cheerfully made us breakfast in the morning - I got the impression her son often brought home waifs and strays. Really nice people.

I left a necklace in a hotel in Canada one time and wrote to them on the off chance that they found it - it wasn't valuable, it was a sentimental thing. The receptionist posted it back to me in the UK with a lovely kind message. The hotel is called Kindred Spirits and it is on Memory Lane in Cavendish, PEI. The house next door has green gables, just saying.

I grew up in New Zealand in the 50s-60s. We got most info on current events from the radio. Later on there was TV, but it was mainly radio. Our radio had long-wave and if atmospheric conditions were right you could pick up foreign broadcasts.

Other knowledge came from school, obviously, and from libraries. I absolutely haunted my local library, and read voraciously. I still have a fund of info in my head from back then that comes in handy in pub quizzes. When I wasn't reading I was out with my friends on our bicycles. We rode for miles at a time - I don't remember ever telling an adult where we were going.

(About libraries - I don't know if you're aware, but the tycoon Andrew Carnegie funded libraries around the world, including the one in the city near my home town.) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carnegie_library

Having said all that and making it sound idyllic, it wasn't. Society back then was repressive in major ways and people's viewpoints were generally narrow. History books weren't always telling the truth. It wasn't terrible compared with say apartheid South Africa, but not great. There was a counter-culture bubbling away - beatniks and then hippies - so it was possible to get an alternative view, just about.

I love the technology that gives me access to not just information, but the lived experience of people round the world. I love reading posts here about mad trivial stuff like what you all are having for breakfast. I love taking a Street View tour of places I'll likely never visit. I'm reading a novel set in Iceland at the moment, and can "drive" along the route a character is taking. I can video chat with my sister, who lives 10,000 miles away. It's a miracle!

I loved that show! Reminded me of running errands when I was little. A turnip "the size of your head", and 20 Rothmans.