I feel sorry for them, because the Discworld books have been such a source of fun for me over the last 30 years.
I feel sorry for them, because the Discworld books have been such a source of fun for me over the last 30 years.
That’s probably how I’ll die too.
Drive-thru surgery.
I wasn’t sure I would like the system, but it seems like a good match for a Discworld game.
Having races where the dogs pull you up and down the hallway on pizza boxes.
It is, at the southern edge of the English-speaking world.
The mayor’s job is to co-ordinate public information and make press releases during an emergency. He’s an authoritative source. Better for people to get info from him than from rumours and hearsay.
Linux. Seems like Windows comes with a lot of baggage these days.
Our current mayor complained bitterly because voters expected him to be at his office during a flooding emergency that affected swathes of the city, even though he had a tennis match scheduled. Pretty sure he’s not getting a second term.
Electrical conductivity. It’s gotta be high, but not too high.
I agree with the reporter - he needs to port Doom to that mofo.
Hadn’t thought about that. Perhaps I didn’t give her enough credit.
The process of choosing government officials at random is called sortition. It’s certainly not the worst method.
It starts out feeling like you’re driving a two-tonne weapon in a world full of drunk people driving two-tonne weapons. You’re nervous and hypervigilant.
After a while your driving instincts develop and becomes less of a problem. And on days when the sun is shining and your favourite song is playing, it begins to seem like driving isn’t so bad after all.
But that’s not special anti-cancer electricity.
with doctors lying about it
The last person I spoke with who used those words was trying to convince me she could cure cancer with electricity.
You’re not wrong, but your response doesn’t contribute much to answering the question.
And someone to write to. That might actually be the most important component.
Once I went on leave and the fella who filled in for me got a few complaints that he was slow. He said it was because I hadn’t labelled my store room properly. I added a few dymo labels around the place. The next time I went on leave he got a few more complaints and gave the same explanation, so I added a few more. After the third time I left the room looking like this picture and he shut up.
Praise You by Fatboy Slim. I hate that song so much I have to turn it off whenever I happen to come across it. It’s the drawn-out repetitive tones.