My personal target is 105% of the performing mark, when I’m in a churn and earn job somewhere that I don’t want to promote.

That wiggle room is enough to keep me above the performing mark if there are any productivity impactors outside of my control that my company refuses to adjust for (that has happened to me in jobs before), and it also keeps me off of bottom-performer lists when layoffs roll through. And it’s barely more than the bare minimum. Win / win / win.

You have dug too greedily and too deep, and you have awoken the Balrant.

Off topic, but this scene always struck me as “we’re watching Take 217” because no way were these actors not snickering on every take for hours.

If your dad went out for cigarettes one day and didn’t return, he didn’t abandon your family.

He was actually kidnapped and fed to the AI so that it could extract the dad joke essence, to be able to do stuff like this.

Also, never answer the question, “Do you know why I pulled you over?” with anything that sounds like an admission. They’re fishing and looking to have you confess to a traffic violation.

The honest answer is “No, I’m not sure why you pulled me over,” because it’s true. There are a million motivations they might have come up with to pull you over, and you’re neither psychic or telepathic.

Somehow, the thought of someone raised by AI being the modern day version of “raised by wolves” is hilarious to me.

You could argue that no one is ever truly remembered. Even people who are mentioned in history books and have their specific deeds remembered and preserved…

…within a couple of hundred years, there are no other humans left alive anywhere on the planet who personally knew said famous person. No one who knew them on any personal level, any more deeply that the handful of cold facts written down about them on record.

We are meant to be forgotten. Just another thing we have to come to terms with regarding our existence.

What about a password type? Like the password has the same format, but is different for each site? Like if her birthday is May 25 and her favorite dog’s name is Bunny, she can start it with that and then finish it with a differing sentence?

0525BunnyThisIsMyAmazon! 0525BunnyThisIsMyBank!

, et cetera.

It’s not the most secure, but at least it should keep it from being brute forced and give her things she can easily remember. And if there’s a leak and they have to be changed, you can just change the front part.

Person who had an alcoholic / addict father here. Speaking from my experience in what I saw in his world growing up. Both him, and in his world of helping / sponsoring others during the last couple of decades of his life whilst sober and recovering.

For some people… an intervention can actually cause them to see the severity of the issue and be the catalyst for a motivation for wanting to change. It is a very small percentage, though, and it sounds like you’ve already tried or are already past that point.

Sadly, for the overwhelming majority, most alcoholics / addicts have to hit a rock-bottom epiphany experience (which will vary person by person) to get them truly into committing to recovery. Nothing that anyone else says to or does for them is going to flip that switch.

They have to flip that switch internally themselves. Once they do, they must also realize that every single day is going to be hard, and they will need to stay motivated.

My dad once told me that even after being sober for almost two decades, he still had somewhere between 3 and a dozen serious cravings a week that he had to work himself away from. It gets easier to talk yourself down over time, but… the brain wiring was changed in addiction, and the temptations themselves never go away. Staying sober is a life of constant vigilance. You have to be committed, forever.

Like for everyone afflicted, I hope your friend reaches that point sooner rather than later and moves into recovery. Best of luck to them.

I mean, there were Disney war effort shorts during WWII, so it’s not a large stretch.

I like it as an idea flow starter. I’ve used it to generate stuff like site profile logos (like my little ghost in baseball cap here) and screen savers. I’ve used it for minor tasks like coding Excel macros and such.

But would I say it’s a major life impactor? I’d have to say that even though it saves a little time here or there… no.

How did everyone die? Assuming that you were the rich person or the indentured servant of a rich person, it would depend on that for sure.

Was it a horrendous, highly contagious mega-pandemic that no one is immune to, and you survived because you billionaire-bunkered the moment that news reports started to hit? I’d think you could resurface sooner rather than later, and there will be places you can travel to that aren’t really contaminated by the dead (like places that had low population before the outbreak).

After a few years, you could branch out to wherever (not that any single place is really that much better than others in a nearly empty world), likely the plague will no longer be virulent among the dead. You could quickly carve out a decent life for yourself, though you’d better get self-sufficient fast, without the support structures of the old world being there to do everything for you.

But if it was nuclear apocalypse? You’re going to be bunkered for a long time, with little company. You’d likely end up envying the dead.

And the funny thing is… that this is all in his mind.

Look at the people in the background, they don’t care in the slightest that he’s a dinosaur, none of them are even looking his way. They’re just there talking and enjoying each other’s company.

This is exactly what I expected h‑rcPNID8W9E0KLCaJ1bRw3AVUtqjfkiGpTlnvH7dSF4 to look like.

Ah, yes. The motto of our community.

Weirdly enough, VSauce just put out a short on this a couple of days ago.

So did the guy melt Granny into the couch, or did the little girl?

And why does Granny seem particularly bored and untroubled by it? So many questions.

Microelf? Is that what’s living inside my phone and making it work? Neat!

“I don’t know, Doc. I think it started with my father. He said he was only going to Zeta Prioati to get some cigarettes, but then we never saw him again. I mean, it’s only two light-years down the block, I thought he’d be right back. Stuff like that really messes you up when you’re a kid, you know?”

“Fairy-like.”