I played Forager a lot when my kid was new. I enjoyed the fairly engaging gameplay and the newborn liked all the colors, shapes and sounds.

I also sympathize with the latter half of your post. I was only promised a small amount of paternity leave but, very shortly before my kid was born, my company was purchased by another company that only offered paternity leave to employees who had been there for more than a year. At the time I had been there nine months (I have now been there seven years). I was pissed. Fortunately my direct manager was understanding and gave me a reduced workload for a while.

I remember the day I learned how multiplication worked.

I described it as adding repeatedly.

Well before I met her, my wife was somewhere in the funeral industry. (She said she left because it was too morally bankrupt.) As a result, I’ve heard way more about dead people - newly so and otherwise - than I ever expected.

Once, well after I met her but still long ago, we were house shopping for the first time. When we entered one house we went into the basement and encountered a room that had clearly been a hospice room for a while. She got uncomfortable and discreetly whispered to me that she wanted to go.

Once we left the house, she explained that someone had recently died in that room. She also explained that she knew because of basically what you describe here. Neither of us were overly superstitious but it just made her not want to be there, which I consider fair.

Amusingly, previously - I think actually earlier the same day - we had looked at another home that the previous owner had operated as a funeral home. We declined it for a few reasons (primarily part of the property housed a small barber shop and we would have had to decide whether or not to kick him out) but sometimes I wonder about the usefulness of the utilities and hookups that were still in the main house.

edit: Remove an unneeded and inaccurate word. Correct another one.

That looks kind of like Philadelphia.

Clearly written by someone who never read the Evil Overlord List.

It’s probably too late to meaningfully contribute to this thread, but I think this is the best advice I’ve read so far.

As you all know, many posts are poorly censored to confound OCR. I don’t love that, but it makes sense.

Sometimes I think things have been censored, but it turns out that they were simply partially obstructed by UI elements on my phone.

For this post, I had to try to figure out how “linguist” was offensive before I discovered there’s apparently now an entirely functionless line that shows up on the bottom of my screen when opening images.

That’s a lot harder to rhyme.

edit: This would have been a great opportunity to reference B99 but I couldn’t find a good image macro.

I’ve had Fedora encourage me to reboot, but I don’t think I’ve ever had it do so without consent (excluding when my laptop battery died).

Huh, I’ve never encountered this obstacle. On the rare occasion I’ve had to use Outlook, I’ve just used OWA.

I’m sorry for the challenges you’re facing.

You can use Teams on Linux through the web browser.

As far as my cats are concerned, any time there’s not wet food available is awake time.

With the number of games that I’ve been playing for years that didn’t have tutorials when I started playing them but do now, I’m starting to feel pretty old.

When I played, there absolutely, positively was not a tutorial level. Or even the hint of one. Good to know things have changed!

It’s been years since I played. When I did, the only options (at least that I found) were shove and stomp. I guess it’s improved since then.

I don’t know if it’s what the original commenter was referencing, but the combat controls - mostly not shown in your list - were extremely unintuitive last time I played it. Otherwise I enjoyed the game.

Thank you for putting in the work!

You mean urrectum.

In what abnormal manner did they wear them?

I had this exact experience and tried to ask the technician about it. She didn’t understand what I was asking. I thought I was just explaining it poorly.

Lemmy needs to stop trying to convince me I’m neurodivergent.