You definitely should turn her on before you start stirring…

Basically if you need the same logic in two places instead of copying it to the second place you make it into a function and use that function in both places.

That way if you need that logic to change you only need to make that edit once regardless of whether you use it one time or one thousand times.

Tuesday our group met. First we played some weird memory game about being an orchestra conductor which was really bad. Then we tried the 5th mission in Port Royal Big Box… twice… in vain. We ended the evening early because:

On Wednesday we met again to play DnD. My character had an emotional reunion with a lost family member and we encountered our first gelatinous monster.

On Friday there was a public game night in town which I attended. The group I landed with first played two rounds of Frantic - a domestic UNO alternative but for some of them it was too chaotic so we cut the game short. We then played Ricochet Robots and the ladies at the table completely trunced me out of the gate. But after about 4 rounds I got up to speed and managed to race ahead after all. From this we moved on to X-Code where we managed to win the 4 basic missions and the first mission of the blue box. At this point we believed that the evening would wind down soon so we snuck in a quick game of Shark Attacks - where I finally did not come in in last place! Only to then learn that the game night would go on a bit longer this time. So picked up Las Vegas as well. I hadn’t played so many different games in one setting in ages and really enjoyed it. The evening also served as a nice way to cap off the organizer’s 5 year run in hosting these game nights.

Glad to see Terraforming Mars getting some love…

Yes your honor, the whole department got together to ensure the confiscated material was indeed incinerated. Do you happen to have a snack with you?

For the people who don’t want to squint at a weird format image:

• Communism: You have two cows. The state takes both and gives you some milk
• Fascism: You have two cows. The state takes both and sells you some milk (someone here has a very benign definition of fascism)
• Socialism: You have two cows. You give one to your neighbor who had none.
• Bureaucratism: You have two cows. The state takes both, kills one, milks the other and then throws the milk away.
• Tradition Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell one to buy a bull. Your herd multiplies and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the profit.
• Venture Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother in law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option to buy one more.
• French Corporation: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want two.
• Italian Corporation: You have two cows. You don’t know where they are. You decide to have lunch
• Swiss Corporation: You have 500 cows. None of them belong to you. You just charge for storing them.
• American Corporation: You have 2 cows. You sell one and force the other to produce milk like 4 cows. You hire an independent consultant to determine why the cow died.
• Indian Company: You have 2 cows. You worship them.
• Irish Company: You have 2 cows. One of them is a horse.
• Australian Company: You have 2 cows. Business seems pretty good. You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.
• Iraqi Company. You have no cows. Noone believes you. The US bombs the crap out of you and invades your country. You still have no cows but at least you have a democracy now.
• British Company: You have 2 cows. Both are mad.
• Greek Company: You have 2 cows borrowed from French and German banks. You eath both. The banks call to collect their milk but you cannot deliver. The IMF loans you 2 cows. You eat both. The banks and the IMF call to collect their milk. You’re out getting a haircut.
• Chinese Company: You have 2 cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment and max bovine productivity. You arrest the journalist who reported the real situation.

Relatively little going on so I’m still gonna go back to reddit occasionally because for example on the software development side I’ve found the reddit communities really useful and they simply don’t exist here.

Beyond this I’m determined to stick it out with lemmy. There are cute animal pics. There are memes and jokes. And a few other interests of mine are also reasonably active. It’s almost enough to satisfy my desires for “doomscrolling” without being a total time trap. So that’s nice.

I couldn’t locate this particular spot but it’s suggested to be in the city center. It might be this one: https://www.google.com/maps/@60.1690393,24.9398838,1100m/data=!3m1!1e3?entry=ttu

Kids aren’t gonna randomly start playing there. If you look around on the linked map, there are parks all over the place. It is much more likely for kids to play there, where it’s nice, than on some major road.

Google isn’t spitting out any results no matter how I search for it but I’m under the impression that kids in Finland go to school on their own basically starting with kindergarten. At least there are plenty of countries where they do, so kids are obviously capable of navigating public space safely and independently. I know I did. I crossed 3 main roads on the way to kindergarten.

Many trams don’t actually drive that fast. Some googling suggests this is Helsinki. Their trams run at 14km/h. That’s easily slow enough to react to a kid running onto the track.

Also this seems to have roads on either side, so I don’t think there would be many children playing in that area.

It’s funny how with certain folks its always the fighting back that’s the escalation, never the original aggression…