If you want to do anything of any scale with Python, you need to understand OOP because that’s how modules work, but you can use it without.

AFAIK the syntax seems to be the same.

def sayHam():
    print("Ham")

sayHam()

works when typed into the Python console, no class needed. I program as a hobby, I’m no expert on the language, but does Python even differentiate between functions and class methods internally? Other than just scope? There’s a possibility I’ll learn something today.

Python: def :

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I don’t know, I played with it years ago, didn’t need it and haven’t really touched it until now.

I use Syncthing for several things, especially syncing photos between my phone and desktop.

dammit I like Syncthing. does kdeconnect do a decent job at syncing files?

I CAST: SUCKING CHEST WOUND!

I will say it like this: That is a frame from the show. At some point, Michael and Eleanor stand next to each other and laugh. When you get to this moment, you will not think this meme is a spoiler.

Now go watch it.

What are we up to now? Differently intellected youth? Synaptically challeneged? Or can we wrap back around to stupid kids?

So, a lot of men went to college, got degrees in computer science having been sold the abject lie that higher education means greater job prospects, only to find programming as a career has been repealed because AI. They now have expensive college loans to repay and the same job prospects they did as a high school junior.

What’s a therapist going to do about this? Other than, you know, waste your time and take your money.

It’s 1 smoot 4 inches.

Perhaps I am.

It is indeed still that bad nowadays and is only getting worse. Women and men hate each other nowadays, because we’re completely fucking awful to each other.

The way you respond better, is to either actually be a supportive friend, or leave him alone.

It isn’t generational. My great grandfather was told to man up on his way to Guadalcanal, my grandfather was told to “man up” on his way to Korea, my uncle was told to man up on his way to Vietnam, and my cousin was told to man up on his way to Iraq.

My great grandfather was told to man up on the farm. My grandfather was told to man up at his job at the factory. My uncle told to man up at his job in the machine shop. I was told to man up at my job in the hangar. The crops needed harvesting, these TVs need to get made, these engines need to get built, these planes need to be back in the air. Physically demanding work in uncomfortable conditions often around unhealthy substances.

The uncomfortable truth is, society depends utterly and completely on men manning up. Putting the wants, needs and demands of others above their own safety and comfort. Particularly as basically all infrastructure jobs are done by men, there aren’t many female coal miners, oil drillers, construction workers, powerplant operators, linemen, millbillies, electricians, dockworkers, sailors, truckers, rail engineers, pilots, mechanics etc. There is no room on this earth for a man to squeal about breaking a nail or getting metal splinters in his eyes. Everyone everywhere will always demand that men man up. After all, nobody else is going to.

Have you tried bitching him out about “emotional labor?” Or actively pestering him to talk about his feelings because YOU’RE feeling insecure about something…only to use his response as gossip fodder or better yet ammunition in an argument later on? NO NO! Better! Sever any relationship or friendship with him instant he genuinely decides to confide in you, throwing into sharp relief the callous disregard you actually hold him in by kicking him while he’s down. These’ll have a fantastic impact on both his mental health and his overall attitudes to women as a political cohort.

The construction worker who answers “How are ya?” with “Living the dream, one nightmare at a time” is willing and able to express his feelings. His job is difficult, dangerous and painful, the pay is stagnant and prices of literally everything are only increasing, one mistake with a circular saw and he’ll never work again, his boss is a total waste of cunt, his customers are shithead Karens and his coworkers are all cooking in the same crucible. His father and grandfather supported families single-handedly doing this very job, meanwhile he’s not making ends meet as a bachelor. And you’re going to flippantly tell him to go to therapy. As if it’s his feelings that are the actual problem here. His feelings are perfectly calibrated and functioning normally. The fact that you are at a loss to say or do anything that is actually helpful is more of a reflection on you.

Or is it a “mode” of KDE? Like can you use a distro of KDE and then put it into Bigscreen mode?

I had hamsters and gerbils, my hamsters weren’t bitey. I guess we socialized them better, they just liked walking from hand to hand.

hamsters are cooler than mice. it’s fun to hand them seeds and watch them stuff their pouches. Face luggage.

The…Atlantic Ocean?

Jesus that’s a living creature?

you might be thinking of Rust.

A gas chainsaw has a centrifugal clutch, so if it was “stuck engaged” the chain would move with the starter cord. You’d know it before you gave it a real yank.

If you’re starting with the choke engaged, it’s possible the engine will idle at a speed high enough to engage the clutch and move the chain. 2-stroke engines aren’t real anyway, they’re bullshit wrapped in metal that works because the fossil fuel industry demands them to, so their behavior is entirely unpredictable and contrary to the operator’s needs.