When I was like 7-9 I went on a “camping” trip with my football/soccer team.

Really, we were just putting up tents on the field we usually practiced at after some very tame river rafting.

It was the first time I was away from my parents. And I was inconsolable. I cried most of the night. To the point the supervisors offered to call my parents so I could talk to them. (And mobile phoning someone back then was not cheap),

In the end I just cried myself empty.

Because I was asleep so late, I slept into the morning and my “tent mates” pulled down the tent around me while I was sleeping.

So I woke up in drizzling rain, lying in my sleeping bag on a thin plastic sheet with no tent around me. While all my “friends” were in the club house having breakfast.

I did not stay in the soccer club long after that.

covered in cobwebs, confusing the birds and one flick away from total darkness.

I think in this case it works well enough.

Most comedy works by subverting expectations. And sometimes you can shift the burden of establishing these expectations to the audience by offering an unclear and vague statement, that later is revealed to be the punchline to the joke.

There is a certain risk involved because how well the joke works on an individual basis is a question of how imaginative or unimaginative the audience is (depending on how the joke is constructed).

A joke that relies on lack of imagination basically turns the audience into their own straight man. While the joke that relies on imagination banks on you being the straight man to the flights of fancy of your audience.

At my workplace, the made up numbers extend to the WFH ratio.

At first everyone was allowed to work as much from home as they wanted. Until internal agreements had been made.

Then they just set it to 50%. Arbitrarily. Because 50/50 sounds good, right? Can’t go completely wrong with 50/50 after all.

Then it turned out that only my regional headquarters does it. 15/16 regional sections and only mine enforces it fully. Everywhere else it is just an unenforced agreement.

Why? The regional boss thought it would be unfair toward the personnel that needs to work in person. The professional drivers. The cleaners. The clerks at the service counters.

Took them a year to go to 60/40 because they realized you cannot split a 5 day workweek 50/50 without having to implement all kinds of side rules, like alternating 3 and 2 day weeks.

And now it turns out no one gives a crap after all and everyone just does what they want until a teamlead is unhappy with you and looks at your office times to have a reason to admonish you.

Federal government agency, by the way.

I reckon we have reached that state for a long time.

The vast majority of people would have a pretty hard time without food logistics, utilities, medical treatments, pharmaceuticals. The list goes on.

All of which are provided by corporations of some form or another.

Something something about civilization being 5 warm meals away from collapse.

I would find it hard to make a general judgement here.

The human-analogies some people make are rather unconvincing. I’d think physiologically cats are less diverse than humans are. In both species size translates to weight, force, reach.

There are outliers, but most house cats are still “fit” enough not to suffer massive disadvantages.

So it would be more a matter of size and stature than lifestyle. A Main Coon with their voluminous fur might enjoy a form of natural armor. But the same fur would exist if it was a street cat (bar any diseases).

And they also possess natural weapons that are not related to their grooming and lifestyle (much). If some jerk has their house cats declawed, maybe. But usually claw is claw and tooth is tooth.

What will probably be the most decisive factor, just as it is in humans, is aggression and killer instinct. That is where a street cat might be better conditioned. On the other hand, animals lean heavier on instinct and even the gentlest house cat can become vicious when exposed to the right stimulus.

tl;dr I am not sure

Just reached for the fan remote while seeing this.

I just like to feel the wind in my hair.

uubuwbubhufufubuwbufubub

is also what Wolverine sounds like suffering a stroke.

I want a place that makes tiny burgers

Forget the premium burger places where burgers are held together by whaling harpoons and you need to eat them deconstructed. Instead of one giant undesirable burger give me a plate with 4 regular sized burgers in exciting variations.

Give me a chicken chili burger, a double irish beef patty blue cheese burger, an italian herb lamb patty and as a chaser a smoked bison brisket with bourbon sauce.

All on one plate. I would be happy

4 burgers. 1 plate. 0 regrets.

And if you don’t like one, you have 3 more chances to forgive the cook.

First experiment: pressing women into being scientists.

Success.

Second experiment: pressing scientists into women.

Failure. Called eugenicist, chased by pitchforks.

Curious. Same ingredients, different reaction. Something’s missing… maybe it’s pantsuits.

Why even bother with shouting if you have CHIM, just open the command line and put in tcl and tgm and no-clip out of there.