And if you do, brew half a litre, then the second half when you’ve finished that. It’ll taste nicer anyway!
My really low-grade rant: I saw a doctor a couple weeks back. Showed her test results from a blood draw at the primary care doc a few weeks before that. She asked me to upload those to their portal so they’d have them on their records.
Done.
And I keep getting email reminders “YOU HAVE NEW TEST RESULTS - DON’T FORGET TO LOOK!!”.
The results: “uploaded document. Everything looks great”.
And after I’d looked, I got ANOTHER reminder to do the same.
Oh I’m a crazy person that lets my tea steep forever and I don’t add anything (milk, honey) to it. I drink Earl Grey.
I was in the UK many years ago and the poor waitress at the hotel breakfast was very concerned about how long I left the tea bag in. She checked up on me twice to be sure it’s what I really wanted.
I like my tea like I like my music; dark and bitter!
Because of my fondness for IPAs and especially extreme IPAs, my gf tells people I like my beer like I like my women, cold and bitter. (She is warm and sweet, but portrays the cold, bitter woman)
Everyone seems to be getting on the “Wegovy/Zepbound Bandwagon”, medication-wise. I just spotted an email in my inbox touting a medically-supervised wellness program using these drugs… from the DERMATOLOGY office. Yeesh.
Not to mention the various 1-800-call-a-doctor type services that advertise on TV. At least at the derm’s office, I guess, there might be some hands-on monitoring.
My mother worked for a while as a nurse’s aide in a maternity ward. One day she told one of the nurses that she liked her coffee like she liked her men; hot and black. What she hadn’t known was that one of the Black doctors had just walked up behind them. Of course, the whole staff heard about this, and she was teased about it for months.
I found a funny article on my PC so I wanted to send a link to my wife. It’s easiest to text her. So I sent a link to the article to myself. Emailed it from my email address to my email address with the link as the body.
After 10 minutes it still hadn’t shown up in my phone’s email client, so finally I searched for it and found it on my phone, then texted it to her.
Hours later I was in my email and was going through stuff and I found the email. In my spam folder. Fucking Outlook thought that the email I sent myself within my own Outlook client was spam.
It must be a common scamming method now, because ever since the first big AT&T data breach every single spam message I’ve been getting at my ‘good’ email has my name as the sender. Still, sending an email to yourself is probably as old as sending email, and it’s a bit stupid that modern spam filters don’t take that into account.
Thanks Apple and Firefox - after the latest updates I can no longer use my bank’s web site. Oh, and also there’s no Home button available on blank tabs anymore.
Outstanding, just a wonderful job you’re doing, folks. Your “improvements” consistently make things much worse. Fucking bravo.
After being bone-dry for weeks, it now has been raining every day for most of 10 days, enough that many days we’ve had flash flood warnings. The leach field of our septic tank is completely saturated and the tank is full. The earliest the septic folks can come is Tuesday.
Until then, we have to be very careful about how much water we use, or PU.
My mini rant is about the overwhelming number of political threads these days. Between the Pit and P&E, there are just too many to keep up with. And when I see a post that I like, if I want to go back and look at it later, I can’t remember where I saw it! I spent about a half hour last night going through a bunch of threads looking for something someone reposted from Twitter, because I wanted to show it to my wife.
Turns out it wasn’t in a Dope thread after all, it was something I had seen on Talking Points Memo.
I wonder if some bra designers have ever even MET a woman. WHY put the strap adjuster slide thingie (no, I do not know its correct technical name) low on the back so the wearer has to:
guess at the correct adjustment before she puts the bra on,
go through a round or three of “put it on, take it back off to adjust, put it back on to check adjustment”, or
have another person help her with the adjustment (impractical at best for someone living alone).
A member of one of the Facebook groups I belonged to posted how offended she was by mockery of the Last Supper at the Paris Olympics opening ceremonies. Hoping to educate people, I made a post explaing (among other things) that the figure in blue covered in vines was Dionysius not Jesus. I expected a few responses of “Oh. Okay then.”. Instead most of the responses are angry Christians convinced I’ve been tricked and am trying to opress them.
There’s a volume knob–the projectionist gets to set the volume to whatever they want. My projectionist days are well over 30 years in the past, so I’m sure the booth is totally automated these days, but it probably still comes down to a volume knob somewhere.
At the end of the evening before we went home we had to thread up all of the projectors for the morning shows. This meant that the longest movie determined when I could leave.
Occasionally there would be a particularly annoyingly long movie with 20 minutes of credits, and I would do whatever it took to encourage the last people to leave so I could shut down the machine and fast-forward the film to the end and get it ready for the morning and get out of there.
One memorable such film was the seven-reel “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.” At the end they rode off into the sunset for ages, so as soon as the credits started I started slowly cranking up the volume until I could see ripples in the movie screen (the speakers are behind the screen). It must have been unbearable in there. With that, most people left. Then, I’d turn on the regular house lights. Then I’d turn on the bright house lights we used for cleaning. By that time everyone would leave, saving me ten minutes.
During normal operation I’d go downstairs and give it a listen and then adjust as needed. If someone complained we would adjust it too (e.g. “I can’t hear the dialog, can you turn it up?”)
Same in Kansas City. On the other hand, we’re getting a lot of pop-up rain/thunder storms. Saturday was supposed to be partly cloudy, we ended up with something like 7/10s of rain.
Not that I mind the moisture, it’s just that the weather folks are usually pretty good about predicting this stuff.
Ours aren’t particularly impressive but, in their defense, this is a very difficult region weather wise. We get a mix from north, west and south and, on top of that, the lake virtually has its own weather system.
