When my kid started out using the internet, it was over-the-shoulder supervision to start out, then slowly dropping to in-the-room supervision (the PC in the living room), and progressively less over time, with the clearly stated proviso that I would occasionally be glancing over history just to make sure he wasn’t getting caught up in anything horrible, but that I wouldn’t be going into any kind of detail. At 13, he got his own PC in his room, and I left him to it.

I’m a very firm believer that you don’t attempt technical solutions to administrative problems. Privacy is important and monitoring is shit. You equip your kid with the tools and the supervised-experience to make good decisions, and once they can balance by themselves you let go of the bike.

Teach them to do dangerous things safely, that’s parenting in a nutshell.

(actually to clear up a misconception: to teach a kid to ride a bike, you hold the shoulders, not the bicycle. With the extra feedback they can actually compensate and learn to balance; if you hold the bike itself it just weirdly fights them and their cerebellum never gets it)

Anyone who pushes jira is a waste of fucking carbon, and I hope they never find happiness.

If you want twenty minutes of rage-filled ranting, ask me about vscode-server sometime.

bash

My brother in christ, you need some Hatchie.

Hatchie - Rooftops

Hatchie - Giving the World Away

Hell yeah, though I prefer untoasted multigrain - also some cracked black pepper, maybe a little parsley or chives.

World’s on fire, grab some marshmallows and a stick.

World wants to make you miserable, be happy out of sheer spite.

Listen to more ska: yeah we’re going to hell, but I have a trumpet.

Most useful thing was actually a $2 key wallet. Stupid, but it was actually really hard to find the most basic keyring-with-wrap that wasn’t trying to be a card wallet or have fancy dangly bits or whatever. Just an oblong of fake leather, two studs and a split ring, so my keys don’t chew holes in my pocket.

Less of a tongue twister

Zed-shell, soo-dough, s-s-h

Sex work is work.

The people that do it deserve respect, and all the social and legal protections that attach to any other kind of work.

Your own preferred attitude to sex isn’t the point.

Untoasted multigrain, throw in some salt and pepper and maybe some parsley or chives.

This trick is to go light on the mayo.

:stares in genX:

That’s not assembly, that’s ikea.

Back in my day…

Cluster B personality disorders - most commonly known for borderline and narcissistic PDs.

• Right-wing
• Cluster-B traits
• *-ist, *-phobe
• Prescriptive gender roles
• Smokes

I’m genX, so I grew up with 80s microcomputers. Programming was pretty much the only thing you could do with them.

I have some sensory issues around crowd noise; she is very much not the hike-in-the-mountains type. Rather than one or other of us having to be miserable, we each do our own thing when they’d otherwise conflict. Easy fix :)

My wife’s having a loud house party until 6am, which is pretty much my idea of hell.

So I went hiking and am staying overnight in a freezing country town. Right now I’m having dinner; further plans involve electric blankets and Netflix

Morally bad? Ehh, I try not to be.

Generally low-quality human? Fuck yes.

that game is a steal at full price, let alone a discount.