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You live in the city. You sleep in your home. This is what suburbanites don’t understand. When you actually live someplace where there are things to do, the idea of wanting a bunch of extra air to lord over starts to feel a little bit silly.

This. The only time I hear anything through the shared wall is kids running up and down the stairs. Even yelling barely comes through and you need your side to be very quiet to hear it.

Every single 12 year old I know is more emotionally mature than the US president and it isn’t even close.

You’d prefer living in a tent over a climate controlled space with running water and sewer?

When I hear “I work in IT” I take it as “I have a few certifications and mostly do tech support tickets.”

Oh a temperature probe? You know what we did back in the day? We guessed when the meat was done, and if we wanted it raw we just ate it raw.

“I require me meat to be exactly 136.7 degrees American” - ranting of the weak and insane.

I call it pop security. It’s people with no actual background just jerking each other off trying to make it seem like they all know more about the topic than they really do.

This shit is always so cringe. I am a fairly powerful STEM wizard who works in a cyber security adjacent field, and has an original dissertation in the area, and there no reason to fear tech as long as you operate it with a proper trust and threat framework. All of these posts just feel like dumb pop-security peacocking.

Like, I have a keypad door lock because I lose my keys a lot and I hate carrying shit around in my pocket. I can explicitly manage guest access in a much more granular way and I don’t need to have five different physical keys floating around for different people who might need them. Sure, someone could hack my lock. They could also break the window. My threat profile doesn’t really involve state actors hacking my lock. But my trust profile involves needing to manage access to my home in a way which makes a cloud connected lock extremely useful and significantly more secure than handing out keys.

Big if true

What more evidence do you need that hasn’t already been leaked? There’s not going to be a notarized letter which says “I, Donald Trump, Fuck Children.”

On the other hand, there is a fucking birthday letter to Epstein where Trump very clearly does a “wink wink we have the same secret wink wink.” Like it literally calls his relationship to a known pedophile a “wonderful secret.”

It’s honestly still a pretty terrifying experience to the uninitiated. The way the cars, bikes, trams and pedestrians all flow around each other takes some getting used to.

I find I need to use the Bluetooth butt plug at least six times per game to cum.

As far as I know. A student’s interaction with a University is more complicated than just a degree so the typical policy is that they will only provide that information via full official transcripts (also they can charge for this). Maybe things have changed, but that was the situation the last time I checked.

You can crush us, you can bruise us

But you’ll have to answer to

Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton

I’m honestly surprised we don’t see more people with terminal disease go full killdozer.

Most universities only provide academic records in the form of a complete transcript and you are generally the only one who can initiate that transfer, so if they are actually checking this they will ask you to provide an official transcript.

At best, background check services might have the public graduation roles the University publishes but these are generally understood to be informal and potentially incomplete. I’d be skeptical that a company which cares about degrees would use that as a reliable source.

The only times I’ve ever had to provide actual transcripts was for academic positions, and one time for a government lab.

You just gotta stick with it

Have you at least tried drinking too much?

Ok, that was always allowed!

Yeah I mean real life just isn’t a movie where the protagonist’s friends emerge from the woodwork and emphatically rally around them in the third act to lift them through their troubles. In real life, everyone is born alone, dies alone, and is alone for all of their own misery. You are lucky if you can find even a group of people who can passively tolerate you at your best, but expecting a miracle of emotional intelligence at your lowest is setting yourself up for disappointment.