As others have said, tidying and cleaning are quite different things. Most cleaners will come to do the latter. If your house is untidy, it makes their job harder.

You can get a person in to tidy up for you, but it’s usually a different person than the cleaner, and that requires much more input from yourself “Where does this go? Where do you want this? Do these clothes need to be folded or washed? Is this trash or not?”.

Anyway. Yes I’ve definitely been guilty of tidying the whole house before our cleaner comes.

Such a weird take dude. Someone’s ability to enjoy nature is not at all tied to their operating system choice. And many people actually gain friends and achieve more social interaction as a result of starting a new hobby or special interest, and using a Linux-based operating system can be the same.

I think what you are trying to say is that switching to a new operating system comes with a learning curve, and depending on how much free time you have, you may end up spending the time leaning the OS, when you’d rather be doing something else.

The same can be said for anything. Learning Tae Kwon Do has a learning curve. When I’m spending time on that, it eats into the time I would rather be customising my OS.

I’ve read recounts of dreams like this before (or perhaps it was iterations of yourself telling it in each case).

And there is the famous Reddit story about the guy to saw the glitching lamp that is very similar.

I too have had this experience myself. When I was around 20, I had a dream where I packed up my stuff and got in my car and moved from my hometown to the nearby larger city. I was living out of my car or staying with friends initially, but after a few months I found a job and started renting my own place. While working part time I started studying for a qualification at the technical college. At that college I met an amazing girl and we started dating. A few months later she moved into my place. I saved enough money to buy a better car, and I sold my old car. I would go driving on the weekends along scenic rural roads. My girlfriend and I got engaged. I got a new job, but it meant we had to move to a different city where we didn’t know anyone. We got married, we had two children (a boy and a girl). My wife disappeared one day, without a trace. Nobody ever worked out what happened to her. Just vanished. So I was raising my children as a single parent. We went on a trip back to my hometown to visit my parents. I went into my old room, layed on my old bed and went to sleep. That night I had a dream where I really needed to pee, but couldn’t find a toilet. I know how those dreams sometimes end, so I forced myself to wake up, I ran to the bathroom and used the toilet. When I got back to bed I felt weirdly empty. My memories of my kids, of my wife, my job, were fading fast. I couldn’t remember their faces. I couldn’t remember where I work. It was like a dream. And then I realised it actually was all a dream. I’d lived around 6 years of my life in the dream, but in reality it was just a couple of hours sleep.

For the next week I was trying to disentangle memories of my life that were real from those from the dream. It hasn’t had any lasting effects on me. I don’t remember much of it anymore, only the parts I recounted above.

This is simply a symptom of not being experienced in or knowledgeable in the topic of the conversation.

Not being knowledgeable, or not being smart, is unrelated to IQ. Knowing a great deal about a topic or field is not the same as having a high IQ.

Oh dang, last year I left a job I was in for 8 years, where I was writing software for scientists and researchers (or attempting to). You do spend a lot more time in meetings discussing your software than you do actually writing code. And those projects have the bad habit of being cancelled three quarters the way through, because funding gets pulled, or the researcher just leaves, or quite often they find an off-the-shelf software product that is a better solution.

I suppose the same can be said for authors.

You could be an author who writes epic fantasy novels. Or an author who writes high school text books. Or an author who submits science journal articles. Or an author who writes video game walkthroughs.

See, at my job it’s the other way around. I am responsible for:

• Solution architecture
• Cloud architecture development
• Cloud infrastructure design and implementation
• Data model specification
• Database schema design
• Database administration
• Data cleaning and data review
• ETL
• Server administration
• Web framework developer
• Frontend developer
• Backend API developer
• Mobile app developer
• Documentation author
• Troubleshooting
• Maintenance

Also I have involvement in: Stakeholder engagement, user education and training, project management.

I do the work equivalent of around 3 full-time engineers. So to keep it simple, we call my position just “senior software engineer”. I like your idea of disambiguation to better communicate exactly what you do, but I don’t know what you’d call me.

Yes you’re right, they do. But 10 years ago when I was studying, my university (in Australia) was not on their list of valid academic institutions.

I still have access to my uni email address, and earlier this year I found indeed I could use it to get access to a free Jetbrains student licence.

Jetbrains have gone the opposite direction unfortunately. The latest version of PyCharm came with the announcement that PyCharm Community is being discontinued. Instead, they will provide just one PyCharm (the closed source one) formerly PyCharm Professional, that can operated in a Basic (Free) mode, or a Pro (Licenced) mode. Also, some features that were free in Community edition will be moved to the Pro mode in the new PyCharm.

It doesn’t affect me personally because my workplace pays for a pro subscription for me, but I used PyCharm Community for 4 years during uni and I’m sad it’s going.

Same. All my life I didn’t like being around kids, being in places with lots of children, being with nieces, nephews etc. I found them loud and unpredictable, like belligerent little drunks with attention seeking problems.

But then I got married, and we had kids, and I suddenly don’t mind anymore. Probably an evolutionary adaptation. But there are still certain kids I can’t tollerate, but that’s more likely the parents fault, not the kids fault.

Prominent open source projects you’re involved with or have contributed to.

Bro, people normally don’t comment in the form of a regular expression.

In my early 20s I had a part-time job as a pizza delivery driver. When there were no deliveries, I would answer phones or take orders at the counter. One day one of the touchscreen monitors at the counter stopped working. It was just black all the time. So we were told not to use it.

A few days later I was on lunch shift and bored, I was trying random things to see if I could fix the monitor. Switched the inputs, switched to a different VGA cable, etc. At one point I discovered the touch panel was still working, I could interact with the OS, even though nothing was displaying. I was pressing around different areas of the screen and I accidentally found that pressing right in the centre of the screen caused the display to re-appear! It would disappear again after a few seconds. Press that spot again, it came back. I was fascinated by this, I showed some coworkers, they didn’t care.

Over the course of the day it was getting harder to make the display re-appear. It gradually needed to be pressed quite forcefully to come back. I started using my knuckles to knock sharply on the spot, and that was working.

When my manager arrived for the night shift, I was excited to show him my discovery. I said “hey man, I kinda fixed this monitor, watch this!” And I enthusiastically knocked hard on the centre of the screen with my first. The LCD lit up and showed the display, but at the same time shattered in a rainbow ring the shape of my fist.

The look on my manager’s face was of awe and horror. I was trying to explain what I had meant to do, but I realised what it must’ve looked like to him. “Hey man, watch me fix this monitor!” Before smashing the screen with a swift punch. It wasn’t possible to explain it a way that didn’t sound crazy.

In the end I convinced him that the monitor was faulty anyway, and we were going to replace it anyway, so my accident breaking it more is not a big deal.

I love it when the phlebotomist tells me I have nice veins. Makes me feel proud, and I like that it makes their life easier.

Your thighs must be hella toned.

How do you hold closed the bag that holds the bag clips?

Yes, this is what I was thinking of, thanks for filling us in.

That’s the same one I got.

I remember reading a couple years ago that’s not actually how plane wings work. The actual way is much more complicated and hard to explain and hard to teach, so they just teach it this way because its an intuitive mental model that is “close enough” and “seems right”, and it really doesn’t matter unless you’re a plane wing designer.

(dimming my bedroom lights)

Thats terrifying. Your desk outlet should not share a circuit with your bedroom lighting circuit, that makes no sense (unless you’re talking about a desk lamp).

And regardless, if a 700W load can make your lights dim, then there’s a major wiring issue in your house. Don’t plug in an electric cooker, kettle, or space heater until you get that checked out.