[-] [email protected] 2 points 1 week ago

I just listened to a podcast on this whole saga - what a wild ride.

[-] [email protected] 71 points 1 week ago

Struwwelpeter. We had an English copy handed down by my grandfather. It's insane.

Example: "Die gar traurige Geschichte mit dem Feuerzeug ("The Very Sad Tale with the Matches"): A girl plays with matches, accidentally ignites herself and burns to death. Only her cats mourn her."

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Struwwelpeter

[-] [email protected] 2 points 2 weeks ago

-- pay for a large residence and security on the outskirts, then stay inside. Use disguises/body doubles when going out.

So ... you can everything you want, except sponteneity? Or privacy, with all those staff hanging around. And there'd still be some douche tracking your private jet.

[-] [email protected] 5 points 2 weeks ago

Ha ha, read this wonderful piece through thinking, sounds great but what would I ever make? And then omg, yarn winder. I'm a knitter, and my yarn winder is a plastic monstrosity. I mean I'm never going to do it myself, but there definitely is a market for beautifully machined yarn winders.

[-] [email protected] 3 points 3 weeks ago

Thanks! Will do some more research...

[-] [email protected] 14 points 3 weeks ago

Oh dear. I was planning to visit Japan in the autumn. Guess I will give it a swerve. Maybe Korea then? I haven't flown anywhere since the Before Times and have a hankering for foreign travel.

[-] [email protected] 7 points 3 weeks ago

It was partly because my parents forced me into a scholarship that was tied to teaching afterwards - I was entirely unsuited to being a teacher, but neither of them even attended high school, and to them being a teacher was the pinnacle of achievement. I was pretty good academically but university overwhelmed me, so between that and no incentive to succeed, I failed miserably, only passing a few courses. I ended up getting a professional qualification (not a degree) in my 30s and had a decent career.

Living in a squat for a few years showed me I would have made a fantastic electrian or plumber, but you had to have a penis for that for some reason.

[-] [email protected] 2 points 3 weeks ago

Oh yes, I'd forgotten about Winnie. I have a lot more respect for science and literature prizes than the peace prize though. Harder work, I reckon.

[-] [email protected] 119 points 3 weeks ago

Is this the first Nobel laureate to run a country? How bloody amazing. Well done Mexico!

[-] [email protected] 10 points 1 month ago

This is the correct answer. It's how ships avoid running into each other. When whoever is steering the vessel is facing the bow (front, usually the pointy bit), port is their left, starboard their right. Ship's running lights are red on the port side, green on the left. So if you're out on the water at night, you can immediately see whether a ship is coming towards you or moving away. The rule for passing an oncoming vessel is "port to port", thus avoiding confusion and collision.

Sitting up in bed I would consider the headboard the stern, because I have my back to it, and the foot the bow. So the area to starboard is right, and portside is left. Ahoy maties!!!

[-] [email protected] 2 points 1 month ago

1626, three-storied house.

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