If you’re wanting like my friend was, you’ll keep asking for extensions and missing deadlines until you’re assigned an auditor, at which point you’ll finally submit paperwork covering your two tax documents, and then complain that the IRS is being unreasonable.

Now, she just does things on time.

You literally just asked me this yesterday. And the day before. And the day before. And you never seem to remember it. And the day before… Oh no!

You didn’t mention if you work in the medical field at the top of your comment, which invalidates everything else you’ve claimed about science. I should know, I do my own research by reading Google AI summaries.

Your comment is a little too long, but I read up to this point:

Because she works in the medical field

So, now I know enough to know that any AI summary of this paper is absolutely true because science said it.

Also, I’m pleasantly surprised that Sideshow Bob is finally doing something useful.

Not without my puppies!

For you or against you?

I’m from Texas, my wife is from New Jersey. We had a lot of confusing conversations when we were long-distance about shopping or eating at BJ’s

Cuddles from puppies and my wife

My wife’s parents kinda tried that for her. But she’s really stubborn, standoffish, and refused to learn how to cook. So now they have a white son-in-law. While her entire family has come to love me, everyone from California to Canada, and New York to India learned a very valuable lesson about being too strict and traditional.

I bet your comment said something, so I upvoted it

None of us are useful to Lemmy because Lemmy is not “useful.” Lemmy is a shit-pile of all of our combined thoughts and efforts. So, while no social media site is “useful,” Lemmy brings us a place to be entertained and informed/misinformed.

Most of your posts are shit. Most of my posts are shit. While we each usually shit in our own corners, we occasionally look at each other’s shit and say, “hmmm… This shit stinks.” Or, “this shit is a little nutty and I like that!” And even less frequently, we cross paths while shitting and our shit combines to create a new type of shit that other people can enjoy.

So, don’t try to measure your Lemmy “usefulness” based on karma, and instead focus on the shit. I often appreciate your shit, and your username always gives me a chuckle. Whether anyone likes it or not, all of our shit makes Lemmy’s shit the shit it is.

$ cat fiche

Last year, I bought a 22TB hard drive to recover from a 17TB drive failure. I barely got my wife to agree to the one drive, and simply could not convince her that we should get a backup. Our compromise was that I’d add a category to our budget with a year-long goal for a new hard drive. On Friday, I bought my new hard drive after wiping out the category, cashing some old bonds, and borrowing some money from a friend who also uses my server. I wanna fucking cry…

Frozen, uncooked chicken has disappeared from HEB in San Antonio

Mom, I need to wash my car and the carwash is 50 yards away. Should I walk or drive?

dw, your data is also still sent to the oppressive, kleptocratic surveillance state

Oh thank God. You had me worried for a second there that Daddy Freedom and Mommy Liberty didn’t care about me anymore.

Now now now, ladies and gentlemen, I’m just a simple country lawyer, and I sure love me some mashed potatoes. I love mashed potatoes; I eat them every day. I love mashed potatoes so much that, hell, I’ll have them with anything. I also love my gun, but I wouldn’t eat my gum! Hold for laughter Now what if I had mashed potatoes with my gun? Not like picks up revolver from displayed evidence and pantomimes using it as a fork, putting the barrel all up in his mouth. Jury roars with laughter. No. Imagine that I’m stuffing my mashed potatoes into this gun! There’s mashed potatoes in the barrel, mashed potatoes in the chambers, mashed potatoes gunking up the cylinder and hammer… Do you think this gun will fire? Of course not! I could point my mashed potato gun at anyone in this court muzzle sweeps the jury, and no one would even flinch. How could something that can be defeated by MASHED POTATOES be dangerous? Hell, how could a person holding such an impotent device have any sense of danger? Have you ever killed anybody with mashed potatoes? Have YOU?? We all know that opposing counsel’s argument that my client “intentionally shot, at point blank” my client’s own best friend. A best friend is someone you eat mashed potatoes with! Not murder and then “steal” their suspiciously unopened Star Wars memorabilia… This is why you need to return a verdict of “guilty” and award my client $50 million from the so-called “victim’s” family for psychological and emotional damages, as well as the cost of selflessly grinding up and eating his best friend’s body to save the family funeral costs. The prosecution rests.

I DON’T WANNA HAVE TO DO THE THING THAT NO ONE IS MAKING ME DO!

Why would we cut the power before deorbiting them? But if you wanna be more aggressive like that, then how about a magnifying glass to focus sunlight on the satellite like a bully to ants?

Maybe exchange energy with some sort of maneuver to stay in orbit longer?

“No officer, I did not ‘run into their car…’ I improved their gas mileage by exchanging energy.”

Destroying these satellites with lasers poses a similar problem to what happens when you light zombies on fire: the satellites are held in space by their momentum and the reduced atmosphere vs Earth’s gravity. If you break the satellites into pieces via laser, then now you have uncontrolled and unpredictable space junk to deal with. Some of the pieces might return sooner, but what was once a concern is now a problem. Just like how a zombie at your door is very concerning, a zombie on fire at your door is an immediate problem.

Now, what could be interesting would be sending up another satellite that sprays black paint on the sun-facing side of other satellites. The energy absorbed and then exhausted could propel it towards Earth sooner. Maybe? I dunno, I’m just a simple country Fartographer, your honor.