Treczoks

FTFY: 1000 years.

From a certain accident rate upwards, it is. Anywhere.

So, basically, he had one accident per year. And he is not smart enough to understand that the universe is trying to tell him “Don’t drive a car, then!”

As in: “Every five seconds, a woman gives birth to a child in China. We have to find that woman and stop her!”

Do you have to break your fingers, too, to switch them off?

I stand corrected. Thank you!

There is an easily hackable and cheap device from IKEA by the name of “VINDRIKTNING”. There are YT videos on how to wifi-enable that thing and integrate it into home automation services.

I’d opt out of that bank if they did this to me.

Freshly certified like Staplerfahrer Klaus?

For those who don’t understand the language: This is the parody of an officially sponsored training/education film. The speaker is a well-known voice for a series of traffic safety videos that were shown weekly on TV in the 70s. It starts with the ceremony of handing out the forklift operator certificates, and then follows one of those nwly minted forklift operators, describing things one should not do around or with forklifts.

This so much needs English subtitles…

That joke didn’t fly, either.

Whoever invents sich a thing simply underestimates the target groups’ ability to analyzes this and in a not-so-far future will filter such things out.

The face of that clock is confusing. It suggest that it’s about 10 hours between high and low tide which, if the tide in Digby is not fundamentally different from anywhere else in the world, is plain wrong.

As a tidal clock it would need to make a full turn every 12h50m14s. So they probably took a stock clockwork with just an hour hand, and just slowed down the balance spring or pendulum by about 3.5% to achieve this.

Not all of us do.

Hurray for a space set that is not just another Star Wars X-Wing, Death Star, Millenium Falcon, etc.

If you don’t care for the looks, just put it down where needed, and fix it to whatever is around with cable ties.

I did the same in my daughters shared accommodation. Officially they had wifi in all the student rooms, but my daughters room basically had no reception, so I ran a cable from the other end of the flat where the router was down the staircase into her room for a local AP. When she moved out, it was a quick job with a pair of pliers to get it out again.

Reminds me of my packets from California. 15 mins drive from the sender to the DHL center (15 mins in the center of LA, so they are really close). Two weeks wait in the DHL center. Transfer to the airport. Another two weeks wait at the airport. Flight to Frankfurt, one day at customs, next day here. Each and every month (it is a subscription service).

There are laws regulating how to transport pigs and cows to the slaughterhouse. They have more space than the passengers on this plane.

Back to medieval times! Just like Ken Follet wrote: “The boys were early for the hanging.”

Back in Ye Olden Days, we probably had the first web interface to order pizza. “We” had been a long-established computer nerd meeting, and this pizza service that normally was closed on Sundays actually opened just for us on that weekend just for the occasion. We had an internal web page to order and organize orders of pizza. But of course, the order did not go out electronically - when our web app saw the need to place the order, is simply sent a fax ;-)

I remember a scene of such a crime movie that was at least funny for people used to computers and progrmmers.

The (old and seasoned) detectives were brought in contact with the new “cyber unit” of the police. Stored away in an otherwise empty office floor somewhere, they were the absolute movie style hackers: cluttered desks, sloppy outfit, beards. The old detectives were quite reluctant to work with those young “computer people” and had a lot of prejudices. Then, one of the detectives found a big red button on the desk and said “I wonder what happens when I press this button” - and presses it. And the “cyber guys”: “DON’T!”. The detective mocks them, and presses the button several times before he asks what the button actually does. Cyber guy: “That is our ‘order pizza’ button! I hope you’ve got enough money to pay for this…”. Cut. Next scene: They are all eating pizza together from a desk-high stack of pizza boxes.