Yesterday I fell off an armless couch that I thought had arms while trying to avoid being in the background of a photo at a work do. I wasn't even drunk, I just didn't want to be photographed hunched over a tray of food like a goblin.
Today I've got a nice bruise coming up on my arm. And I somehow broke my favourite hair clip. Roll on holiday fortnight.
Eh, in project work 6 cc'd keep informed stakeholders to one needs this for their component of the work is pretty standard. Especially if it's a lots of moving parts project and some of the stakeholders are 2 for 1s like a delivery lead and SBA.
The perfume / cologne thing - I'm not like, super sensitive but there's a couple of brands out there that make me feel like my lungs are gonna collapse if I keep breathing them. Just some kind of chemical in there or something. It's literally physically distressing, especially if I'm already feeling headachy or a bit tired.
And sometimes it's not that, it's just the smell is so thick I can taste it from feet away. I just don't want my mouth tasting like whatever it is they're wearing.
Modern monitors do black (pixel off), and white (all three colours at once), as well as grayscale (method varies depending on display type). All of this means that images are displayed in the colors they contain. Or in this case, don't contain.
Grayscale will display differently to black and white or sepia or full colour.
Yeah a lot of people here are taking this weirdly personally. I mean the whole thing is terrible and innocent people are getting hurt, but also the whole situation is the result of complex geopolitics going back to WWI and even earlier. It's basically a multi-generational family domestic.
It feels to me like antisemites and islamophobics here in NZ are just super turned on by the conflict, as well as there being a big contingent who don't know the long history and only see what's happening right now and they think they need to pick a side, like it's football teams or something. And then you end up with people here in NZ needing police intervention because they're so worked up about it.
Yesterday I fell off an armless couch that I thought had arms while trying to avoid being in the background of a photo at a work do. I wasn't even drunk, I just didn't want to be photographed hunched over a tray of food like a goblin.
Today I've got a nice bruise coming up on my arm. And I somehow broke my favourite hair clip. Roll on holiday fortnight.