"Hello, my name is [redacted] and I'm a recovering dualboot user. It's been...wow, yeah, I'm 27 days sober using only Linux on my machine....You know, it's like they tell you, you think you'll never stop. You think "How could I stop drinking this Win11 slop? My whole life has been like this!" Naw, man. When they tell you that you don't miss the taste, that it will come to disgust you, looking back. They're right. They were all right all alo-" insert meloncolic sobbing for 92 minutes
The insect world is a tiny nightmarish hellscape of armor, weapons, and sudden death.
Also, evolution isn't maximally efficient, it's just barely efficient enough. Eyes are a janky, often low-fi is good enough, affair. 99.9% of species that have ever existed are extinct. 99.9999999999% of species alive today do the bare friggin' minimum to throw DNA into either the wind or a hole and maaaaybe do nothing more than reproduce.
You're saying that being angry makes it acceptable to be stupid as well. That being downtrodden not only doesn't offer the opportunity to be smart about it, that instead the oppressed can't be free to do much other than be hateful assholes.
Cool. Cool cool cool. Was that already written inside your MAGA hat from a factory in China? Or did you have to write it in there next to your own name so you didn't forget that either?
Edit: the last part is slight /s since I know you don't really mean that, but its a slippery slope.
Suffocating a struggling zebra requires a healthy song jaw and teeth. One wrong tooth starts to hurt and suddenly the lion can't hunt large prey anymore. Humans are very easy to kill relative to usual lion prey, so we're the blended ham and peas at the nursing home.
I reeeeally wish they would just embrace and find open source software as a public good and get it over with. The equally glacial pace of adoption of OSS to avoid vendor lock in with MS is not exactly giving the OSS world the boost it deserves.
First off, lions rarely attack humans. Most notable repeat cases have been found to have been the result of a tooth abbess that makes it hard for the lion to hunt its usual prey. This was likely just bad timing, and a lion hanging around a camp waiting for interested prey like warthogs to also be interested in food scraps.
If the tent didn't have a full bathroom attached, then this wasn't "luxury." Full stop. Even an en suite bathroom attached to the tent doesn't cross the line into "luxury" at some camps. But that doesn't mean they won't spray "luxury" all over the website of any camp with mattresses and a lodge restaurant to justify the upcharge.
Next, he was a local, staying in an elevated tent, likely on top of his car. I doubt he paid more than $20 a night got there stay.
As for all you people saying "well good" because he was a "businessman" keep in mind that the media simplifies things like a person's whole life into a word, and would do the same to you. He owned an Off Road Centre, a place that kits out 4x4s for exactly the kind of thing he was doing, camping on the Skeleton Coast. That being said, being a person of British descent in Namibia that was a young adult during the Apartheid era....eesh.
If you feel you MUST hate this person, that's your only real avenue and you all don't even understand that. Hate will consume you, and makes you stupid. Maybe try not being a dick and accepting this is clickbait with limited detail because of only contains enough info to piss you off.
My screen timeout is a minute, so they likely can't get very far before bumping the side button or just not babysitting it for 60 seconds and needing a long password or fingerprint. Any app worth looking at needs a fingerprint as well, so even if unlocked, not super valuable short of a highly coordinated, personally targeted attack. In which case Pegasus would be easier and faster.
Plus, I always "pull over" and hold my phone with two hands when in a busy public place.
What you describe is very much a hodgepodge. Everyone doing their own, kinda maybe acurate thing. There were tales from this time of towns being off by 30 minutes here and there that were nearby each other. You could leave a town on a horse at noon and arrive in a town 3 miles away also at noon.
And the immediate precursor to this was the stage coach system, which had to generally approximate when a stage should show up to have fresh horses ready, and know of something had gone wrong to go look for them. That was less about minutes and more about halves or quarter of an hour.
Prior to that, the hours were rung by churches to call people to prayer, based on sundials and guesses during overcast days. The 24 hour day wasnt actually standardized into all 24 hours being the same length for centuries, because it was all solar days observation.
Where we agree is that very few people really cared about time down to the minute unless you needed to. Crops, livestock, and rains are things that are on the order of days. Even in cities, dawn, dusk, noon, were good enough for most people for centuries.
This really fails to acknowledge the hodegpode, anything goes chaos that was towns choosing their own noon based around someone with a watch and a bell looking at the shadow on a stick a few times a year.
Sometimes standardization isn't simply a terror induced by capitalism, and has accrual benefits.
Well, the result of railroads needing to standardize time tables.
Prior to that, towns had their own local time, and often it was approximate at best, based on a guy looking at a shadow and keeping time with inaccurate tools.
Imagine trying to explain to the people of Bumblefuck, IA that the train departs Nowheresville, IA at 10:30, and is a 30 minute trip, but the train arrives in Bumblefuck at 10:52 because the town clock is the one guy that winds his watch every day.
"Hello, my name is [redacted] and I'm a recovering dualboot user. It's been...wow, yeah, I'm 27 days sober using only Linux on my machine....You know, it's like they tell you, you think you'll never stop. You think "How could I stop drinking this Win11 slop? My whole life has been like this!" Naw, man. When they tell you that you don't miss the taste, that it will come to disgust you, looking back. They're right. They were all right all alo-" insert meloncolic sobbing for 92 minutes
"Excuse me...sir? This is a Wendy's."