I’ve worked with two people who were homeschooled. Both were smart, but well behind in their social development. And just very odd, off-putting people. When one of them wanted your attention, he’d just stand there silently waiting for you to notice him. Sometimes you’d turn around and there he was. The other proudly announced in a staff meeting that he was going to appear in a porn movie.

You would have loved computing in 1980.

Imagine coming to Lemmy and being told you picked the wrong gender distro.

The big difference is that I often enjoy my dreams.

Kinda true. We’re celebrating the upcoming extinction of Guinea Worm in Africa - a parasite that causes painful wounds.

That would explain the name.

Unfortunately, child murderers have more in common with child molesters than with children.

Whimsy? On the internet? Why, it’s unheard of!

I think that typing “hehe” (or any of its variations) is like saying “gasp” or “shudder” out loud. Gonna take what you have to say a lot less seriously after that.

Five days without food. I had a bout of gastritus (damage to the stomach lining) and never once felt hungry during that time. I was going about my normal routine and felt completely normal otherwise. Kinda surprised by that.

It depends on the tune.

I feel like it’s okay to downvote abusive or dishonest posts.

I read a history blogpost claiming that Ea-Nasir was a patriotic (but hot-tempered) man who carried on trying to sell his home town’s copper long after they had mined out the good deposits.

It hurt to lose 1899 just when things were getting interesting.

Genre-wise, I’d call it dieselpunk.

Barry Hughart’s tales of Master Li Kao and Number Ten Ox. There are three books in the series, but he originally planned more. I believe he had some issues with his publisher and gave up on writing the follow-ups. Shame, because it’s my favourite fantasy series.

I don’t think cloning a human would be much harder than a sheep.

The wheel of Time

Seriously. I gave up on that series at book 5 when the author hadn’t resolved a single major plot point yet.

I saw a duck steal a woman’s wallet.

It was hanging around her feet while she ate lunch, obviously hoping for some crumbs. She ignored it and it started poking its beak through her handbag. I saw it come up with the wallet, then start to waddle slowly away as she stood and took up her bag to walk off. The exterior doors on that side of the building were locked, so I couldn’t get her attention to let her know what was going on. I wonder what she thinks happened to her wallet?

I’m interested. What are your economic policies?