Outlook 2000 was magic, even if it had more security warnings than a trip to Yemen. The current iteration of Outlook that they're pushing with Office 365 is an absolute disaster, as if they've dragged it down to Teams' level and let it rot away.
I only read through Maus yesterday. I'm not sure what left me more haunted - some of the recollections, or the reading of Wikipedia about the camps and extermination afterwards.
It's a disgrace that reminders of past human mistakes and atrocities are suppressed.
I was doing some poxy arse-covering COSHH awareness course in the office which sat on the entertainment scale somewhere between "chewing tinfoil" and "drowning". The worst part of it was that there was no ticket or certification at the end of it, just an eight hour classroom input that absolved the job if we were to drink bleach or put cordite in the microwave or something.
The trainer was pleasant enough, and signed our certificates, handed them out, and looked confused when I fed it straight into the shredder.
Everything gets a certificate now. It wasn't the trainer's fault, but my in-tray and mailbox was already twice as full as it should have been without more pointless certificates to sift through.
I hear you, the issue for me is that a third of your country people voted for the cunt, another third didn't care enough not to vote against the cunt, which leaves a large majority of Americans complicit in this - enough in my view to effectively use the term as a blanket reference to most people in the country.
Speaking on a more granular level, I wish you well and the best of luck - but the majority of your population can go fuck themselves.
I downloaded a release of Rocket Arena 3 for Quake III in the early 2000s over 56k. 120Mb-ish at 1Mb per five minute.
This was when unmetered tarrifs were on the rise (BT Free Weekend anyone?) which forced a disconnect at the 2hr mark, meaning a download manager was essential.
Go somewhere public and call a girl a chick, see what happens 😂
Seriously though, it's not the word that's the issue, it's the labelling of someone based on their gender. I can't speak for the bottom line as I don't appear to be a woman, but I'd start getting fucked off if a generic term was used to address me when I had a perfectly good name.
In the UK, an equivalent is "bird". Equally likely to get you booted in the balls.
I suppose it's a sign of the times - how things move forward, and how we learn from them - wherever you are in the world.
I'm guilty of having used Ford Tranny in the south of England, as it was widely used as a shortened term for the Ford Transit van. There's obviously no intention to use it as a slur as it's literally just a sawn-off model name, but I can see the hurt it would cause to someone from the trans community.
Same in Scotland, "I heard it on the tranny" or "get the tranny on" is simply an expression for a radio receiver, short for the transistor radio. I absolutely understand how it could ruin someone's day when used after being challenged however.
For most of them, it doesn't matter. When the film is wound on, it would hit a ratchet stop to prevent you winding it beyond the next film cell anyway - which would only be released when the shutter button was operated, so you'd intuitively feel whether the film had been already wound forward or not.
This thread reminds me of inexpensive package holidays as a child. It's brilliant.
We bought a laser printer during the pandemic to keep the kids occupied with educational tasks and general craft type models.
It has been fucking awesome this past few years. It has supported the weight of many a schoolbag, been a home for car keys, kept a judo gi flat for a few days, and has even proven to be a worthy store of the multitude of swimming goggles we seem to accumulate.
Oh, it's printed a couple of documents too. I can't remember the last time I refilled the paper tray.
Depends where you are in the world really. In the UK, that is very much a you problem, not the pedestrian's. Not that people drive like it in some parts of the country, generally in rural areas.
Brooks be spinning in his grave so fast, you could wire him up to a dynamo and power a small African country