The CRT doesn’t have investigative powers. That would probably fall to some ombudsman, though I don’t know which one.

The choices are always “accept” and “maybe later”

Moved from the USA over 25 years ago. Never moving back, though I visit. I sum it up like this: “Canada: better than the States—and no better than that.”

We sadly keep using the wrong yardstick. Or metre. I do like that we have metric.

Depends on your goal. If you want maximum sound attenuation, you can’t really beat cheap foamies, which are rated up to about 40 dB. If only about 20 dB is good enough for your needs and you want the comfort, custom molded ear plugs are great.

Finally some good fucking news

Those is hate speech. He should not be allowed in the country.

For directories, it’s permission to cd into it. Read is whether you can list files, and write is remove, rename, or create new files. Don’t ask questions about the secret sticky bit

This. So tired of “reporting” that might as well be science fiction. Write an article when they have a fucking working prototype.

Thank you, soldier, for sparing me wasting time on crypto bullshit.

Another big marker is that crows will bob their heads when they call. Ravens keep the head mostly still, just ruffing out their throat feathers.

Little tip, since it’s an Electron app, you can reload the view with ctrl-R (cmd-R) on Mac. Saves you a trip to re-open, usually.

A Serbian Film

Thank you. I also got that vibe early on.

snif

I feel so seen

Thought this was a D&D article for just a minute

It would be a net gain for humanity if the earth swallowed up these studio and streaming execs.

This is brilliant and I am going to use it.

“After this brutal belittling, gaslighting, and sexual harassment, you’re gonna have a lot of baggage. And the best way to carry it? The LTT backpack!”

Well, you can just ram them out of the way with your firetruck. Obviously that’s not a great option either, but if the FD does that then any damages are on the robot-taxi company.

Ding ding ding! We have a safe mode of robot transit: trains. See, we know exactly where they will go because they run on rails. Literally.