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During my military service I constantly fought against idiotic traditions and doing things the stupid and inefficient way. I had read the regulations manual carefully to back me up and presented my cases respectfully with proper conduct.

I always started by quoting the relevant regulations, so they had to hear me out and could not officially punish me for my “disobedient queries”. This got many of the regular staff royally pissed off at me, some just found my resilience amusing and a few younger offiicers even showed occasional support for me. I knew very well that nothing big would change, but I actually did manage to get rid of a few small things that were just hassling disguised as training.

My service friends thought I was crazy for stirring things up in vain, but I took good care that I never got them in any trouble. The only “punishment” they could give me was that I was always given the assignments that were considered most unpleasant and I was regularly sent on long range recon excersizes with my men, so I would be out of sight for most of the time. I loved those long trips in the woods.

I also quit my first real and well paying job out of principle a week after we got a new manager. I had been there for 5 years and really liked the work, but after the new manager gave us a list of changes he wanted, it became clear to me that it was time to leave. It would have been entirely impossible to fulfill my duties properly with the allocated resources and time. I could have done the work badly, sure, but this would have led to the customer leaving us for other services. I did point this out to the new manager when I was cleaning my desk. “Just because you cannot do doesn’t mean that someone better couldn’t” was the only response. They promptly lost the customer and 3-4 others also quit the team in the same year.

With the help of an old friend I landed a new, little less paying job but with vastly better benefits. Been there since.

My grandma’s drunk cousin built an airplane from scrap wood and old farm machine parts in a barn in his 70’s. There were no suitable fields or roads to act as runways, so the crazy bastard installed skis on the plane, so he could take off and land on lake ice.

The plane looked like a real plane and eyewitnesses have confirmed that it actually rose to 1-2m height on short trial runs, but he never really got to fly the thing. His wife was rumoured to actively have been sabotaging the project so he wouldn’t kill himself, but I believe he just didn’t really trust the plane to be able to handle the stress of actual flight maneuvers.

17, always.

I got the same thing. In the army I realized that I was the only one in my platoon who was able to read maps clearly at night without lights. And I never needed a flashlight to navigate the woods in the dark.

My night vision started to wane clearly in my early thirties, but being closer to 50 now I can still see a lot better at night than my friends whenever we go camping. Still, I bought my first headlamp a few months ago ;)

I care, a lot. But this wasn’t always the case.

Before I was 13, I didn’t care much about music at all. Sure, I liked some songs I heard on the radio but I didn’t own any albums in any format. I considered music to be a harmless but mostly pretty meaningless.

Then my 7th grade music teacher gave me a really low grade, on the sole basis that I couldn’t sing in tune or play an instrument. I got good grades on the written tests, but this apparently meant nothing to her.

So purely out of spite I decided to learn how to play an instrument and sing. Getting music classes wasn’t an option due to my parent’s economic situation at the time, so I used my savings and bought my friend’s old acoustic guitar. I found good intro books from the library and started practicing.

I listened to the radio and recorded a few acoustic guitar songs on tape, so I could practice playing and singing along with them. This must have been a terrible few years for my family, but slowly I started to get the hang of it.

During this time I discovered some bands I really liked and copied their albums from LP’s from the library. My dad brought me an old discarded boombox from his work, it was big but had an excellent sound. I also scrounged enough money to buy a secondhand Walkman, so I could carry the music with me.

In high school I formed a few bands with my friends, I played rhythm guitar or bass, depending on the genre. We weren’t good, but I loved it. In university I had a chance to minor in music, which opened up whole new worlds for me. I learned to sing properly and had piano lessons.

By this time music had become a big part of my identity. I almost always had something playing on the background, if I wasn’t listening actively.

Nowadays I don’t have as much time for music as I’d like, but I’ve got myself a really good vintage Hi-Fi setup. It’s amazing to discover small things in songs I never noticed before in songs I have listened for decades. My gear may not look like much, but it’s got what counts.

When I was younger, I couldn’t afford good gear but now that I have some musical education and have learned to listen", I can’t really enjoy the music if the sound system is crappy. If it’s in the background it’s fine, but I just can’t use bad headphones anymore.

I listen to music from a large variety of genres, but hiphop/rap is something I just can’t get into. I’ve tried several times to approach it with an open mind, but there’s something in that genre that just rubs me the wrong way.

I don’t care if the music is a jokey meme thing or considered a masterpiece of it’s genre, if it clicks with you it’s good. I love symphonies as much as I love old simple folk tunes.

You are correct. It’s scary how things like these used to be just dystopic fiction. Now it is a completely plausible scenario in the very near future.

TOS had the “Eugenics Wars” / WW III start in the 1990’s, but the later series made alterations to the original timeline due to several time travel shenannigans. An easy way for the writers to explain why we aren’t currently living in a post-apocalyptic hell. All the major events will happen, just delayed accordingly.

Star Trek is supposed to happen in our future, so it’s hard to address our modern problems if they had to skip everything that happened after mid 90’s. Especially when the last 25 years have had a lot of mental stuff happening almost non-stop.

Back in the day my not-so-tech-savvy colleague bought a Windows 8.1 laptop that had a touchscreen. After two days she brought it to me and asked me if I could “rip this hellspawn out of this computer”.

Before wiping it we checked if there was anything to backup and the ~30 minutes I spent using Win 8.1 were hideous. It was the only time I ever had to use it, of which I am very grateful.

If it’s wakeup alarm, it takes about 5-10 minutes for my higher cognitive functions to get back online. If someone tells me something during this time, I most likely wil not remember it at all. And it doesn’t matter if I have slept 20 minutes or 10 hours, I’ll still be as groggy.

If there’s a loud sound in the middle of the night, it’s almost instantaneous.

Yep.

In one of the books he is on Earth without his shipmates and pretty quickly regresses back to sociopathic behaviour.

But he recognizes this and does not welcome it. After killing a stranger just to get access to gear he needs, Amos realizes that he is making the wrong choices and states: “I need to get back to my crew.”

He has an understanding of what is good and what is bad. He cannot understand why there are limitations to by which means “good” can be achieved. But he knows these limits do exist and should be respected, therefore he needs Naomi and Holden to lead him.

I read the entire Bible when I was a kid.

Atheism was the only possible path for me after that.

Psycho Dad, no question.

Nowadays, definitely.

But a few decades ago in my backwater country this was reality. It happened to me twice on different regions and one of my friends who also had long hair told me it had also happened to him. I only got pocket change, but still enough to buy a can of beer ;)

At the time we deduced that there had to have been some broadcast TV show which had given them this bizarre idea, since widespread Internet access was years away at the time.

But as if this was not enough, the wierdest heckling I got was when I walking the dog with my girlfriend and a group of guys about our age passed us and called us “fucking gay”. My girlfriend was feminine, pretty and I was very far from both.

It was a very, very strange time.

Without any hesitation.

I had long hair (blonde, very thick and curly) in my late teens. Back then men with long hair were pretty rare outside the larger cities, so I usually got a large variety of insults nearly every time I went to countryside.

Sometimes people would throw money at my feet and yelled “Go to a barber, freak!” I always thanked them out loud and then I picked the money up.

Free money is always nice.

Our national broadcast company showed the execution live. I do not know why my parents allowed then 10 year old me watch it, but I remember it well.

My right pinky is severely bent at the topmost joint. It made learning the piano somewhat challenging, since the pinky sometimes “locks” itself if I try to extend my fingers too much. And if it does, I have to do a little wiggle movement to release it painlessly. If I try to force it, it makes a very loud snap and it hurts for a second.

Otherwise it has not affected my life in any way.

And I can make goose bumps / make my body hair rise up at will. It only lasts a few seconds every time, but it did make for a fun party trick when I was younger and a very hairy guy.

I did exactly this, quit after 15 years.

Lemmy has a tiny fraction users compared to Reddit, it took me a while to get used to the new rhythm of things here. But after a few weeks, I realized that this is actually much better for me.

In 2 years I have encountered only one troll. There’s a lot less content, yes, but I’ve learned that it’s still more than enough. I do miss some of the active niche hobby communities, but I fixed that by digging up my old hobby forum site profiles. The old school forums are just as active as they ever were and I don’t have to expose myself to Reddit’s neverending stream of garbage anymore.

The transition was actually pretty painless and I wouldn’t go back, even if they magically decided to clean the platform and restore the 3rd party apps. This is a smaller world and it fits me very well.

Paperiukkoketju.

Doesn’t even have to be rust, wallpaper glue turns that colour when it gets wet. My grandma’s farmhouse still has a few small patches like these in some rooms. The old tile roof had tiny leaks in the 60’s, they fixed the roof but never had time to start tearing the room ceilings open while running the farm.

We had the patchy room ceilings checked for microbial damage and moisture ~20 years ago by a pro and they were all clean.

I think that “einkorn” is what we call “speltti” and if so, it indeed does make a good bread. I’ve also tried einkorn/speltti beer, which also had a unique and enjoyable flavour.

The texture of sour rye bread and and einkorn/speltti bread is very similar, but the sourness is what makes the rye really stand out.

I recommend trying it when the bread is warm so that the butter partially melts on it, with thin slices of salted salmon or good cheese. It is mindblowingly good.