Progenitor of the Weird Knife Wednesday feature column. Is “column” the right word? Anyway, apparently I also coined the Very Specific Object nomenclature now sporadically used in the 3D printing community. Yeah, that was me. This must be how Cory Doctorow feels all the time these days.
FYI, it’s not an app you install. It’s just an alternate website to access Lemmy content.
This is probably irrelevant if you’re using Piefeed, though, which it appears that you are. (Lemmy and Piefeed can talk to each other in a broad, but not 100% feature complete, manner.)
It’s one of the available Lemmy user interface modes/modules/plugins/whatever-they-are. You can access it via lemmy.world with:
There are things I like about it better than the default desktop Lemmy UI, and a couple of things I don’t like so much. However, I find that it barfs consistently less on uploading images inline in posts. Conversely, when viewing posts it is incapable of displaying embedded videos whereas the default UI (and probably the Tesseract UI) can.
Yes indeed, it’s working now.
Don’t worry, you should see the number of times I link directly from Alexandrite and it mangles the URL completely by doubling up the lemmy.world part of it…
Concur, I was going to suggest !photography@lemmy.world for absolutely no ulterior reason whatsoever nowthatI’verecentlybeenmademoderatorthere.
BT dubs, to link communities you prepend with an !. Use the @ sign to link a user.
Yes, the Omnians. They’re a scathing critique of dogmatic hierarchical religions in general and Christianity or maybe more specifically Catholicism and the Spanish inquisition in particular. The zenith of their folly is depicted in Small Gods, where it’s revealed that not a single one among them except for one lowly initiate actually believes in their god anymore, having replaced him instead with blind obedience to their rituals and the bureaucracy of the church itself. The Discworld being what it is, their god is very much real but has been diminished to inhabiting the body of an ordinary tortoise and is unable to communicate with anyone except his sole remaining believer.
One of their ironclad declarations is that the Disc is spherical, a notion over which they are quite willing to torture people to death for questioning. Of course as we all know, the truth is the opposite. And yet, the turtle moves.
Much like how various strains of Christians now wear a cross, a literal execution device, the climax of the story explains why “modern” Omnians on the Disc are seen in the other books wearing little turtle pendants: Things culminate in the church leadership (or rather mostly their fantastically corrupt inquisition leader Vorbis) attempting to execute the only actual true believer of Om on a firebox shaped like a massive bronze turtle that’s a mockery of Great A’Tuin, the world turtle.
Iran’s leadership is still solely comprised of repressive religious authoritarian buttmunches. There are no good guys in this war, only two bad guys and a bunch of Iranian civilians standing in the crossfire. Remember that their own people were already staging mass protests against the Iranian government before this all started, during which Iran’s own government admits to killing 3,117 people (probably more in reality) while “cracking down.”
Oh, please please please please drop your gun and go fisticuffs with me thinking you’re some kind of tough guy. I fucking dare you.
Approved. I will see you, and raise:
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In case you’d like to know just how fucked the entire Linkedin edifice is, now is once again the time to trot out this piece of trivia.
Windows users only: Hold down all four modifier keys on your keyboard, Ctrl + Alt + Shift + Win, and press L.
You can never unlearn this piece of knowledge. You’re welcome.
Yeah. I’ve had people fight me tooth and nail repeatedly that the Matrix was a “2000s movie.” I think this is another one of those Berenstain Bears things.
(Most likely people watched it on DVD in the year 2000, since for a while there The Matrix was the movie that sold DVD players.)
Sorry, chief. Best we can do is a lousy remake instead. That’s because the licensing rights for oldies are too hard to figure out so we can’t be bothered, and all creativity in Hollywood died in 1999.
Likewise on several of my motorcycles. I imagine neither of us will have been the only ones to try it, and I’ll bet you plenty of people have failed.
At least I’m wearing a helmet, right…?
While the Nazis did push programs like the VW Beetle
Another point of order about that in particular, zero regular citizens who paid into the Beetle scheme with their little KdF-Wagen Sparkarte stamps actually received one. All of the Beetles produced went to Nazi party leaders, and then Germany went to war. Hitler may have successfully sold people on the dream of an affordable personal car but he literally used it as a mechanism to embezzle money from his own citizens which he stole and used for war production.
5 Mark die Woche musst du sparen wills Du im eignen wagen fahren, my webbed foot.
A danger that he totally incited in the first place by being a bloodthirty moron.
That was indeed fascinating. Thanks for sharing it!
Oh, they’re about. I just haven’t seen any with modern-ish MARPAT patterns on them, for instance. If you just want an OD green one or something you can usually turn one up. If not truly surplus, one of the milspec manufacturers like Truspec will sell you one for a hundred bucks.
I have three sets of digital camo BDUs. Two sets of MARPAT, and one of some generic grey “urban” coloration. I didn’t find them difficult to source at all. Insulated jackets, though, I don’t know about.
Teflon. Goddamned Teflon. Did your podcast mention Dr. Kenneth Berry? (No, not the nutrition quack. The other one.)
Dr. Roy J. Plunkett gets all the credit for the discovery of Teflon and it’s true that his name appears on the patent for the process for creating the actual material. As it was the dry powered precipitate wasn’t terribly useful as a consumer product and mostly only saw use being pressed into solid forms for making highly corrosion resistant gaskets and seals for e.g. nuclear equipment.
Dr. Kenneth Berry’s picture is not hanging in the hallways in DuPont’s offices. His name appears on no plaque. He’s not mentioned in the Wikipedia article about Teflon. When it comes to DuPont’s puff pieces and their official history, you’ll notice that in the gap between the accidental discovery of that weird slippery white powder and its advent as a consumer product there is inevitably some dismissive handwaving and use of the passive voice. Oh, “it was discovered that…” and “DuPont engineers determined that…”
They don’t mention that Dr. Kenneth Berry was the inventor of the solution form of Teflon. He figured out how to dissolve and suspend it in liquid, and by extension how to actually apply it to surfaces in a useful manner. He did not invent the pan, but he was instrumental in figuring out how it could be done. And it was Dr. Berry who ate the first fried egg cooked on a Teflon surface — not Marc Grégoire. It’s quite clear. Dr. Berry’s patent was applied for and granted in 1951. Grégoire’s, 1954.
DuPont doesn’t mention this because Dr. Berry also knew damn well what nasty chemicals DuPont was using to produce Teflon, and to some degree he knew where and how they were dumping them. He documented all of this he could, stored it in a bank deposit box, and wrote it into his will that these documents were to be released to the public when he died in 2008. In retaliation for this, DuPont memory holed him. He is persona non grata there, even in death.
I know this because he told me so. Dr. Berry lived in the town I grew up in. It’s not in whole thanks to him that we know the full story of the deeply evil things DuPont has done, but it is certainly in part. I was knee high to a grasshopper at the time so the significance of this was surely lost on me. I know, however, why my mother was so insistent that we never owned any Teflon pans.
Dr. Kenneth Berry: Lived, invented, developed a conscience, once shot my stuck kite out of a tree with his shotgun, tattled on DuPont, died.