Cursor-right.
It's least likely to mess up your command line, won't trigger an action, and easy to find blind.
Cursor-right.
It's least likely to mess up your command line, won't trigger an action, and easy to find blind.
Knowing nothing about any of these people (I'm Australian), just going by their photos:
1: The Ghost of Reagan Future
2: Disgraced admiral turned prepper
3: Judge on the next season of MasterChef
Well, yeah. Where do you think lawyers come from?
Who was the genius at apple who came up with a remote-smothering feature?
Eat what you enjoy eating.
Ferinstance, I add green onions, thai green chiles and lemon juice to my pesto. It's greener and zingier and steers away from that fusty-old-deli direction that it can otherwise go in. It's not even remotely trying to be authtentic or traditional, but it sure is tasty.
Let me guess, they laughed at trump?
Everyone you don't like is a tankie.
That's what coffee is for.
I'm genX, so I grew up with 80s microcomputers. Programming was pretty much the only thing you could do with them.
Confabulation.
Look at split-brain patients: divide the corpus callosum down the middle, and you effectively have two separate brains that don't communicate. Tell the half without the speech centre to perform some random task, then ask the other one why they did that - and they will flat-out make up some plausible sounding reason.
And the thing is, they haven't the slightest idea that it isn't true. To them, it feels exactly like freely choosing to do it, for those made up reasons.
Bits of our brains make us do stuff for their own reasons, and we just make shit up to explain it after the fact. We invent the memory of choosing, about a quarter of a second after we've primed our muscles to carry out the choice.
I think a chunk of this comes down to our need to model the thoughts of others (incredibly useful for social animals) - we make everyone out to be these monolithic executive units so that we can predict their actions, and we make ourselves out to be the same so we can slot ourselves into that same reasoning.
Also it would be a bit fucking terrifying to just constantly get surprised by your own actions, blown around like a leaf on the wind without a clue what's going on, so I think another chunk of it is just larping this "I" person who has a coherent narrative behind it all, to protect your own sanity.
Cry me a fucking river, landlord scum.
your mum