Depends, are you anywhere near Lebanon? If so, you may want to put your phone in airplane mode.

I like to treat every standard like a limbo bar and see how much lower I can go.

That’s an episode of “Will It Blend?” I didn’t think we’d ever get in real life.

The only things I don’t like about pooping at work is when there’s no private restrooms or when they don’t have some sort of white noise in the bathrooms (in the case of public restrooms). Inevitably, there’s people who don’t care about shitting in the stall next to mine, which I absolutely hate, I don’t want to hear you shit. I only want to shit when nobody else is around or when the sound of a fan or something blocks out the noise. It’s like some sort of instinctual feeling. Otherwise, pooping at work is great.

We’re going to have to get used to regions of the world becoming permanently uninhabitable.

You might even say they’re sieg heiling this victory.

Real science or faked science?

I’d be happy to write you a poem about meters:

In every line, a rhythm beats,
A pulse that guides our wandering feet,
From soft iambs that gently sway,
To trochees bold that lead the way.

Anapests with a quickened pace,
Gallop through with urgent grace,
While dactyls, with their falling sound,
Plant roots deep in the fertile ground.

The syllables dance in measured time,
A metronome of verse and rhyme,
Counting out the poet’s heart,
Where every beat becomes an art.

In meters, life’s cadence is found,
A melody both soft and profound,
For in each measure, strong or sweet,
Resides the music of our feet.

Sure! I’d be happy to help with that:

In the forest, where the shadows play,
Among the leaves of gold and gray,
A squirrel leaps from branch to branch,
A tiny acrobat in a woodland dance.

With eyes aglow and tail held high,
It races beneath the autumn sky,
Gathering acorns, one by one,
A treasure trove before winter’s done.

The wind may howl, the trees may bend,
But the squirrel’s journey will never end.
With nimble feet and a heart so light,
It chases the day into the night.

For in this world of bark and pine,
The squirrel knows the forest’s rhyme,
It lives in the moment, wild and free,
A tiny soul in a grand oak tree.

It looks so sad.

I’ve run into exactly the same issue with my large ttrpg ebook/pdf collection (+100k file data hoarding… it’s not a problem, I swear) and I’ve not really found a good option I’m entirely happy with. Calibre duplicates everything and I don’t like the thought of having my collection’s organization tied to a specific piece of software if I just delete my duplicates. Plus I’m elitist and think the UI/logo are gross to look at.

Zotero is the least worst option I’ve found, but it’s geared towards scholarly journals and such, so not great, but serviceable. Not sure if it’s on linux though.

Jellyfin is apparently able to handle ebooks with a plugin, though I didn’t particularly care for it when I tried it months ago.

There’s a handful of other ebook software out there, mostly geared towards comics/manga, so depending on what you have those might be worth looking for.

I’d like to use Obsidian for it and just turn the directory into a vault and let it automatically scan the folders for files, but that doesn’t work great either.

The best piece of software I’ve seen that could potentially handle it is an app called Stashapp… which is unfortunately geared towards adult film. But it’s feature-set if it could be applied to PDFs seems like it would be ideal.

Huh. War is apparently a bit harder to do when you have to try to not kill (your own) civilians.

Huh, so art imitates life or life imitates art.

I misread that as “German worship blasts Darth Vader anthem in heart of London,” then realized how similarly spelled warship and worship are.

“Doubts grow” implies that anybody believed it in the first place. I don’t doubt that the administration preferred a ceasefire, but Netanyahu has pretty much no incentive to even try for one. If anything, his motivation would be to keep stringing along the current administration and make the war as bloody and nasty as possible, since that will peal away support for Harris. If Trump wins, he doesn’t have to worry about getting nagged anymore, he may even get increased support from Trump and carte blanche to go all out.

As a western liberal, I would feel so owned if conservatives started heading over to Russia en masse. Just the thought of not being able to convert their children into Satanic, transgender bisexuals and forcing abortions on them makes me want to puke. Please stay, stop, don’t go.

I have a Kenyan friend with a conspiracy theory that the people killed were from the protests that Kenyan had not too long ago, that it was actually the Kenyan police who killed them and that the serial killer was just an actor or somebody paid to confess to a made-up serial killer story. Maybe they even added some older missing persons into the mix to clear up some old cases. Crazy theory, but I’m sure they’d say that this new development was just them covering their tracks. Either the killer disappears, never to be seen again, or they wind up dead, never to talk again.

Another milestone passed with seemingly no end in sight. It’s such a disgusting disregard for life for little apparent reason, and that the Russians keep throwing themselves into the meat grinder in mind-boggling.

Russia has total control over the situation and could end the Kursk assault overnight if they really wanted to. This is entirely their problem that they’ve created.

“But the doors to alternative modes of transfers are closing fast. Russia is now looking to crypto and barter trade.”

Huh, I wonder if this is partly why it seems like crypto has been popping back up in the news so much lately.