I've got a pair of Merrell hiking shoes and some basic heavy duty insoles from Dr. Scholls. My only issue was getting used to the lack of material under the toes, causing them to angle down a bit.
I recommend starting with the insoles first, see if they provide the support you need. If that doesn't help, I recommend escalating to a doctor. They can provide better shoe recommendations than us randos on Lemmy.
I have some Black Hungarian chili seeds in shipping, and several big pots full of Mel's mix and manure waiting for them.
Enough games. If you can't get him to shut up, go over his head to every social media site he blabs on and hand them legal orders to remove the offending comments and disable his accounts.
The only thing that got botched is that thumbnail. Why do the Roman style columns look like an M.C. Escher painting?
The shopping cart is the ultimate litmus test for whether a person is capable of self-governing.
To return the shopping cart is an easy, convenient task and one which we alll recognize as the correct, appropriate thing to do. The return of the shopping cart is objectively right. There are no situations other than dire emergencies in which a person is not able to return their cart.
Simultaneously, it is not illegal to abandon your shopping cart. Therefore the shopping cart present itself as the apex example of whether a person will do what is right without being forced to do it. No one will punish you for not retunrning the shopping cart, no one will fine you or kill you for not returning the shopping cart, you gain nothing by returning the shopping cart. You must return the shopping cart out of the goodness of your heart. You must return the shopping cart because it is the right thing to do. Because it is correct.
A person who is unable to do this is no better than an animal, an absolute savage who can only be made to do what is right by threatening them with a law and the force that stands behind it.
The shopping cart is what determines whether a person is a good or bad member of society.
Windows is a service...
No, you're an Operating System. If you were a service, I'd be going into task manager, killing your process, and setting the service startup mode to Disabled.
Knock it off, Microsoft. You're not my buddy, you're an OS. Your job is to sit down, shut up, and run the programs I choose. That's it.
If I find a function that's useful for more than a week, I might make a batch file for it. Until then, you're spare code.
Only for version updates. Beyond that, dnf-automatic handles those invisibly in the background. I only notice them when Firefox gets an update and demands a relaunch before it lets me keep browsing.
Oh. This just opened up a terrifying thought. The Borg would take one look and go, "Shit, we need one of those." And then we'll eventually have a Borg giga-cube on our hands.
Could be from scratch, could be from amalgamating all their other cubes. Either way, terrifying.
And here we see a future Boston City driver in training.
Most people are under the impression that the cow is dead before it hits the ground, and way before it even goes in the grinder for processing.
It's an indoors office plant. If it ends up leaving the pot, it'll likely end up getting rolled over by some chair wheels.
Given the soil mix I used, it'll likely be very happy for the rest of its life.