Yeah, me too. Two VPSs (one Helsinki, the other Nuremberg) each with a couple of IPs. Been running perfectly for years aside from when I fuck them up.

Paradise City from Burnout was pretty amazing, especially given you were supposed to navigate it at 250km/h. Lots of three-dimensionality about it too, with tunnels, overpasses, rooftops, etc.

It’s actually even wilder than that.

The earliest know pyramids date back to around 2600BCE, and Cleopatra reigned around 50-30BCE, so her reign is closer to the modern day than to the first pyramids by about 600 years. One of the earliest surviving pyramids, Djoser, was built by Imhotep (with help, I assume) during a period called the Third Egyptian Dynasty meaning, as it’s name suggests, the unified Kingdom of Egypt was already well-established by the time it was built. The First Dynasty started about 3100BCE so even ignoring the proto-Dynasty period of Egypt, that’s pretty humbling: if you drew a timeline with the founding of Ancient Egypt on the left and the founding of OnlyFans to the right, Cleopatra would be three-fifths of the way along it.

Is this loss?

TIL that NextCloud can use an external database.

It’s cloud all the way down.

UK here. English, obviously. That’s it. Modern languages - either French or Spanish - were optional. It’s honestly embarrassing.

When I was a kid my primary school did but my secondary schools didn’t, though they did have offices with phones in scattered throughout the campus so a phone was never far away.

That said, up until a couple years ago I worked in schools IT and whoever we were doing a network refit schools would always spec a couple of points in each classroom for a VOIP handset. Most could only make internal calls though.

Back in the eighties my parents (British) bought a villa in Spain, all on it’s own on a mountainside. Over the following ten years fifty - yes, fifty - other villas were built, all independently, all by Brits, all on top of each other, most without planning permission. A group of busybodies formed a HOA-style association and took over the area, building an English Shoppe with a red phone box outside where you could buy the Daily Mail and Tetley Tea, an English pub, replacing the road signs with English ones, even an English radio station. The last time we visited and decided to sell, we arrived to find they’d illegally installed a gate across the road - the PUBLIC road - and were only giving the remotes to certain worthy residents, which apparently we weren’t.

But it’s okay. Because they weren’t dirty migrants forcing their culture on others and refusing the integrate; they were expats just looking for a little bit of sun.

I have a bunch of mid-century Roberts radios that I’ve convert to smart speakers (using the original speakers and, where possible, the amplifiers) if that counts.

Yup! I had an amazing job lined up working for a major company at their EMEA headquarters in the UK. I had got through a half-dozen rounds of interviews and was offered the position. I had just moved into a place near their campus and was heading through the process of joining (there was a longwinded - but fully paid - enrolment process I was working through) with an amazing job full of travel, interesting challenges and, crucially, a £100k/year salary waiting at the end. But this was shortly after Brexit and the flailing UK government was jumping from self-imposed crisis to completely-unavoidable crisis, insulting and infuriating other countries by constantly changing the terms of neotiation, publicly announcing then denying new impossible promises by the day, and the company in questions had just had enough: how the fuck could they keep their EMEA HQ in a country that couldn’t even promise that foreigners would be able to visit - let alone work - there in six months, and they announced the campus was closing. All the existing jobs moved to the EU, existing staff offered redundancy or relocation, and the onboarding process was cancelled. Thanks to Brexit I wasn’t allowed to live or work in the EU so I was jobless. I ended up doing shitting IT support jobs for £20k then £18k for years until I finally landed the job I’m in now which I love, but it’s definately not where I could - or, at the risk of sounding arrogant should - have been.

It’s more like the GitHub of Spotify, or the Grammarly of Xbox Live, or the BMW of Pepsi Max, or the South Korea of pineapples, etc.

“Tina, you fat lard, come get some dinner.”

An excellent adaptation, except they cut his rant about Aquaman. Also:

From memory:

“This… is Head Radio, a Love Media station. Just one of nine hundred radio stations, three hundred TV stations, four networks, three satellites, ten senators (thank you, thankyou, thank-YOOOU)… Head Radio.”

Ugh. I pity people who have such a lack of self-respect that that can tolerate living in this kind of dump. If the bed was rotated ninety degrees, they could watch TV lying on their side. But I guess whoever lives here is happy to just settle for imperfection.

Elon Musk.

If the cable coming through the wall is coaxial like the pictire OP posted, that’s exactly what’s happening. New installs will be FTTP and a lot of networks have been upgraded, but there’s still plenty of areas using DOCSIS over coax.

…du

You mean my best friend Plank?