Yes.

Amplification does not require electronics. Good acoustics in a hall can be all you need for all vocal registers to be heard. (Edit: Whether a hall is a church isn’t strictly relevant. Took that part out.)

Even if you can’t quite pick out the low notes in poor acoustics, they’ll be bolstering the sub-harmonics of the higher pitches, giving weight to the performance anyway.

And for small groups around a fire you don’t need a hall at all, which gets us back to prehistory easily.

I was thinking “The Poot-Trumpin’ Fart Tube”, but yours might be more suitable for business purposes.

FTP was in its heyday for obtaining files. Usenet was the place to be for grouped content.

Old Gopher information services were mostly dead by '99 but there were still a few holdouts.

E-mail in actual mail clients reigned supreme.

Also, depending of what you think of as “web” these days, most old web stuff was basically just nice-looking text with graphics thrown in and maybe a little JavaScript here and there, not full blown interactive experiences and applications like we have now.

There’s a minimum temperature for indoor work in Britain, but no maximum. The minimum for sedentary work used to be 17°C, but they reduced it to 16°C during the last government. Notably, it hasn’t been increased again under the current one. (For active indoor work, it’s 13°C. Outdoor work has no limits otherwise the country would be even less functional in extreme weather than it already is.)

Brian almost definitely slept with Marsha. As best as I remember from subtext and possibly the DVD extras, he was behind on rent, and Marsha made an indecent proposal. Add that to the fact that he’s hung like a horse and you understand why Marsha might retain some interest.

Also, Tim and Daisy do eventually get together, but officially only after the series ends. Tyres saw what was going on a lot sooner than that though.

Finally, there’s the potential that Mike might actually have more than a man-crush on Tim. They have a bromance, sure, but there might be other things going on in Mike’s head that Tim is completely oblivious to.

Yoti is British. I get you were talking about Sony, but I wouldn’t want people to get the impression that this is a strictly Japanese thing.

Zelenskyy would have to be foolish to expect anything else at this point, so this had to have been for another reason. Possibly to prove that Putin remains a terrible person and to keep the conflict in the news.

Oh. Well that’s much better.

I don’t remember seeing it in my distro’s package manager previously, but I have a feeling I might have rejected it for being a Qt app. By default their look and feel doesn’t match my window manager choices, and my distro hasn’t ever handled that automatically, so I may have decided I didn’t like the look of it.

Now I’m aware of qt5ct (changes some of the look and feel of Qt5 apps) so that’s not as much of a problem any more.

Rupert Murdoch.

Edit: I see the title has been edited and so Murdoch doesn’t count (and it was a stretch given the qualifiers in the post text anyway.)

The chaotic evil way to win this argument is to send the “water” person to prove it.

You might lose or badly maim a (soon-to-be-former) friend and burn your house down, but you’ll still win.

Sometimes they deliberately change it up to deny expectations though. Occasionally it’s “Doctor what?!”

Also, at one point, a major antagonist outright lampshades the whole thing and claims The Doctor named themselves that way precisely so that conversation would always happen.

The Doctor’s use of question marks in the(ir) past certainly lend weight to the argument, but on the other hand, the antagonist in question will say or do literally anything if it they think it will help them achieve their goal.

White lies. Outright genocide. Anything in between. So we have to take what they say under advisement.

[Data] doesn’t have emotions

I wouldn’t be so sure. Without the emotion chip that he obtains later, he’s programmed to think he doesn’t have them, and will thus deny he has any, but a lot of his responses, programmed, learned, or otherwise, are analogous to, if not actually emotions. Muted though they may be, and whether Troi can detect them or not.

For example, there’s one episode where his latent gut instinct literally forces him to comment that he wishes he had one, caused by the impasse of having that response and being prevented from acknowledging it.

It might be the same episode where he catches himself drumming his fingers nervously because something is bothering him, and he registers surprise (another emotion) at that fact.

I reckon it’s the same programming that prevents him from using contractions in speech, and might go some way to explain the “mistakes” where it sounds like he’s contracting words anyway.

I would have recommended WinDirStat myself. I never did like the pie chart style views in programs like Filelight and Baobab.

(I use Graphical Disk Map on Linux. Not quite as full featured as WinDirStat but works in a pinch.)

That’d be great if software still had the same small footprint it had back then.

Maybe if they set the timer to go on and off at set intervals or made you eat the meal in the chair, which is unusual.

Otherwise you could take your sweet time eating that brain stem and they’d be unable to put you in a live chair without risking anyone else.

There’s also the problem of what to do if there’s a power outage.

Someone has to tell the bot when. There’s always a human if you go deep enough.

Paradox: Request to eat the brain stem of the person who will deliver the killing blow / throw the switch / administer the injection / etc.

If you are then killed by their replacement, then you weren’t given what you asked for, contradicting rule 1. If you succeed, rule 2 has been contradicted.

But seriously. It’s hard to choose. There was this one pub I visited (with parent) as a child that made the most delicious, dare I say, succulent, miniature pasties. I think I’d like to gorge on those.

Ditch the lemon. Pork needs apple sauce.

has the oddest sensation of déjà vu.

Reminds me of one of my favourite nonsense jokes:

Q: What’s white and lives up a tree.

A: A clever fridge.