Hippos kill a lot more people than sharks.

I love lemmy posts with 3 digit upvotes and zero comments. It's like everyone just took a quick look and went "10/10 post, no comments".

At first I read "Putin died" and I cannot even begin to describe the emotions going through me while I checked the sub name, before realizing I missed a word.

It's safe to assume that if she drove to the place of the date, she planned driving home as well.

Did you all go on a heist afterwards?

No. 1. The Larch

Fleabag - I can't believe I didn't see it yet in this thread. If you like Phoebe Waller-Bridge then you must see it, and if you're not familiar with her yet, this is a great show to get to know her humor. It's extremely funny and tugs on your emotions, mainly about love, trauma and family.

The Earth will be fine. Humans, not so much.

The devs typically take a long time between releases, and the latest version, build 42 came out this year (4 years after build 41), and initially this new version didn't have MP support. So the recent announcement is about adding MP for build 42, but MP was already available in previous versions.

It's because of the implication.

Always has been.

Are we done with "slammed" then, or...?

https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1rgpdf/comment/cdnafqe

Late to the party but this one is too good to pass up:

I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS) walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person; he's still half asleep, bleary eyed... basically a zombie with a bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship, and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a big bright-ass circle of light right on his barely conscious face. He's squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how to be alive for today. It's painful to watch.

But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known I'm-still-totally-asleep voice, he says "heeeey. It's OPS. Could you... shift our barpat... yeah, one six five. Thanks." And puts the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting.

And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of sun has begun to slide off the zombie's face and onto the wall behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I've just witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to adjust the ship's back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees, he's changed our course just enough to reposition the sun off of his face. He's literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe.

He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I'm terrified at the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he's not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin, before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel.

...domestic violence leave?

But what if it was Tom Hanks though?

What if we used the energy produced by the human body to power AIs?

My date yapping about their special interest? Nothing would make me fall for them faster.

The pessimist.