ClassifiedPancake

Thanks to @asqapro@reddthat.com who can remember movie titles better than me.

Yes that was it!

Oh wow I know this movie but can’t remember the name! Saw it at a film festival once.

I find it scary how a lot of people don’t have a good permanent storage solution for their photos. If they lose their phone, all photos are gone. Many don’t even know how to transfer files between devices since everything went wireless and that process is not as intuitive anymore.

Lemmy is social media

As for comparisons to gasoline, I'd be leaving the tank empty so that's not a concern for me.

You would carry around a whole combustion engine just to leave it empty?? Wtf that’s even more waistful and inefficient. Get an older EV with a small battery if you’re so allergic to it.

Battery fires are not catastrophic, it just takes a different approach to deal with it and we already know how.

You sure have to be a little more delicate with a heavy cast iron on glass than if you had a gas stovetop. But that comes pretty automatic if you understand that different materials have different strengths and you don’t have think too much about it.

I wouldn’t necessarily trust them to live long in a high traffic restaurant kitchen.

Here in Germany everyone is using radiant heat or induction cooktops. I’ve never broke the glass or seen that anywhere. Don’t know what you’re doing with it.

The only one I know personally has a very bad relationship with her mother, so she intentionally keeps a distance.

I know some do it even if they have a great relationship. It feels weird to me because it’s not the norm. Are they making a statement of some kind?

But basically only parents and grandparents are not called by name here. Uncles and aunts only when you’re young.

Once an old guy asked me to hold the door for him when the train stops so he can stand up and get out. I did but he took very long to stand up so I instinctively went to help him, the door closed and the train went on. So we both excited at the next stop and wanted to get the train back. It was the worst possible stop because the walk was crazy long and the old guy crazy slow. Me being way too helpful, I walked with him and he told me about how his family never visits him anymore and all kinds of trouble in his life, while one train after the other passed by. Eventually we arrived on the other side, got back to the original stop and exited. I escorted him to a taxi. He was very thankful for the adventure and I was a few hours late to work.