Oh I remember! And data was transported by animal-drawn vehicles. The stench!

Took the test as an actual German, scored more autistic than German. I never noticed the similarities though, very funny.

No, I know what he means. There’s a certain too-much-ness, a weird stiffness around me and other neurodiverse - you wouldn’t notice it on a good day but it’s certainly annoying for others. I’m not really capable of normal social interaction in groups at all (groups = more than 1 people present), and I might fake it for a while but it becomes clear after a few interactions.

Okay for the wire chewing rats, and I shall add circuit destroying bugs to the scenario. Fingers crossed that the non-human ones help us destroy these abominations.

Oh look, I know that couple from somewhere! They don’t look like having fun, but you never know

Edit: In all my many years on earth I never knew they were supposed to be father and daughter. To me they always looked like a couple. Thanks for correcting!

Why do you need other people to decide that for you? It is both culinary skill and hobby. Life does not fit in categories described by single words.

The population calls it Caralho de Filho da Puta Vai te Foder Cabrão de Merda. This is the place to go if you want to learn Portuguese swear words and/or go fast.

I’m not in or from the US. In my country people didn’t rebel when camps were built, when people were disappeared, when they were sent to war. The world used to think that something was especially wrong with us. Turns out the average person in every country is just too poor, too exhausted, too distracted to oppose the fascists. We sit still and hope that we’re not next. If you introduce the hardships slowly enough people will not complain.

My advice is ‘Rot the system from the inside’. Be extra slow, be really inefficient. Be obtuse. Have your work gear break often. Make small mistakes. Be stubborn. Appear stupid. And if you want to gather and organize: Don’t gather in one location, gather in many locations, but gather. Don’t meet with the purpose of politics, but start with mutual aid, neighborhood support, hobbies, … Maybe don’t call your organization anything like “Anarchist Antifa Violent Liberation Front” but go for “Neighborhood Support Club” and remain accessible to all who are not total arseholes. Now it’s about getting shit done - anything on the scale of growing vegetables to Luigi that isn’t writing yet another manifesto. Be kind to another.

Great explanation. The vintage imagery deserves the Luddite Seal of Approval. If you are not a teacher you might consider becoming one.

Sure it’s not the knots on her halter tickling her nostrils? My mare will totally wipe her snot all over me when she can. She looks a lot like your Sandy, white with freckles and petite. Sandy is a beautyful girl!

And is this an actual thing that is possible to do? It seems relevant to a philosophical issue I’ve been thinking about for a while: every security layer (in computing, but suspect that it goes back further to the first time somebody built a wall of sticks and rocks) adds additional problems or possible break-in points that are then patched with more security layers on top. I’m however not an IT person (call me semi-IT as I translate IT-related documents) and don’t want to jump to conclusions. But from my tech-adjacent viewpoint that’s what it looks like - are we just heaping bullshit on top of more bullshit and creating something too complex to be manageable anymore?

Can somebody eli5 this to a luddite please?

• go to school

Saßen zwei Gestalten

auf dem Donnerbalken

und sie schrien

nach Klopapier

Klopapier …

Und dann kam der Dritte

Setzt sich in die Mitte

Und sie schrien

nach Klopapier

Klopapier … (this continues counting till ten. It’s about an old fashioned wooden many-seated outhouse without toiletpaper which breaks down in the end. It’s one of two songs about poop my dad taught us, which briefly made my brother and me the rockstars of the playground. Poop!)

From the same author, Erich Maria Remarque, “A night in Lisbon” is also very good.

“Worry-free Installation” - instructions unclear, roll is now stuck in my anus. What do I do next?

• Laughs in Opel Corsa A

Real people having to go to real places in the mountains here just use the car they happen to have, usually a small and cheap one.

I feel very called out in these trying times

Word of encouragement, I’m sure it can be done: my great-uncle got his arm and leg blown off in WWII - he founded a family, worked, went to summer holidays abroad in his camper with the family every year - and he also was a stained glass artist who somehow used his one hand to cut small pieces of glass into exact shapes and solder them together with lead. I only saw his setup once and it’s 24 years ago - so I can’t remember details. I think there were plenty of different types of clamps and a work area with an edge to press things against and keep them from sliding off the table.

I guess take it as a challenge. If it’s for hobby stuff then congrats: you now have an even more challenging hobby to get obsessed with. I imagine that you could try to find creators of all kinds of crafts and diy stuff who work with challenges similar to yours to get ideas. I’m pretty sure my late great-uncle is cheering you on from the afterlife, you’ve got this!

My own room. From reading the comments a lot of people just seem to suffer through sleepless nights or try to dictate their partner’s health/behaviour. Look, you can love each other without sleeping in the same bed, or even living in the same house.

Edit: you asked for input from those who DO share a bed, sorry. I suffered too for many years, and my health deteriorated. Now even next to a non-snoring partner I’ll get zero sleep. Which is why I advocate for considering separate rooms.