He’s an angel, he has to be. No one alive is this good to me.
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He’s an angel, he has to be. No one alive is this good to me.
- L.S. (via journal3ntries)
The gender fluid term for sugar daddy is glucose guardian
Remus: “I want chocolate when I’m depressed”
Sirius: “but you always want chocolate”
Remus: *finger guns*
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Me: “How can I help you today, ma'am?” Client: “Is e-mail internet”? Me: “I beg your pardon?” Client: “Is e-mail on the internet? I have no internet, can I still read my e-mail?” Me: “Well yes, you must be able to get online to view your e-mail.” Client: “Oh, dear. I can’t see my e-mail.” Me: “Well, let’s see. Can you open up Internet Explorer for me and tell me what you see?” Client: “Open what?” Me: “Your browser, can you open up your browser?” Client: “My…my…?” Me: “What you click on when you want to browse the internet?” Client: “I don’t use anything, I just turn my computer on, and it’s there.” Me: “Okay. Do you see the little blue ‘e’ icon on your desktop?” Client: “You mean I have to start writing letters again?” Me: “I’m…what, I’m sorry?” Client: “I don’t have any pens at my desk. I just want my e-mail again.” Me: “No, ma'am, your desktop, on your computer screen. Can you click on the little blue ‘e’ on your computer screen for me?” Client: “Oh, this is too much work. I’m too upset. Just send me my e-mail. Can’t you send me my e-mail?” Me: “We…okay, ma'am. Can you tell me what color the lights are on your router right now?” Client: “My what?” Me: “The little box with green or possibly a couple of red lights on it right now - it’s most likely near your computer?”
Client: “Lights and boxes, boxes and lights, just get my e-mail for me.
Me: “My test is showing that you should be able to get online right now. Can you tell me what you’re seeing on your computer screen?” Client: “It’s been the same thing for the last two hours.” Me: “An error message?” Client: “No, just stars. It’s black and moving stars.” Me: “…Do you see your mouse next to your keyboard?” Client: “Yes.”
Me: “Move it for me.” Client: “Move it?” Me: “Yes. Move it.” Client: “My e-mail!”
This post gave me a fucking ulcer.
You meet people like this at the library. People who have been coming in every day for YEARS to use the computers and monopolize your time with conversations like this, that seem to go out of their way to avoid listening to anything you try to teach them because they’d rather you just do it for them.
So one day, this tiny, frail little woman comes to the desk with a huge folder of papers under her arm. She says “I need to use one of the computers,” and I’m like “alright, I’ll set you up with a guest account.”
And then she says “I’ll also need you to show me how to use a computer. I’m 97 years old and I’ve never even touched one before, but I need to file my health information and they told me I needed to do it using this,” and she holds out a little scrap of paper with a url scrawled on it in a shaky hand.
And I’m just mentally like ‘oh no,’ but I say of course I can help her. So I sit her down and sign her in, and she stops me to ask basically what the mouse is, and I explain it, but I’m just thinking that this is going to take a million years. But I start doing a quick and dirty run down of the parts of the computer, the programs, the desktop, what a url is and what the Internet is, what a search engine is, what websites are, and so on.
She doesn’t interrupt or ask any questions or anything, and then I’m like ‘okay let’s go to this url’ and it’s an interactive, multi-page form that she needs to put all that info in her folder into and submit, and I’m just terrified as I’m explaining it that I’m going to spend all day with this woman.
But she’s just like “alright. I think I’ve got it.” And she must have had a secretary job back in the typewriter days, because she just *whips* through the first page of the form and submits and goes on to the next, and tells me she’ll find me if she needs me.
She came over once to tell me she needed an email address and wanted to know how to set one up - I told her about her options and she picked Gmail and went back to the computer and set it up all by herself, and got her information all filed properly in about an hour and a half – and she’d NEVER used a computer before in her LIFE.
When she was done, she came over to ask me how to turn it off and I showed her and she thanked me for being so patient, and I told her quite honestly that I’d NEVER seen a novice adult pick up using a computer so fast.
And she said “oh, but it’s so simple! And so useful! My grandkids made it sound so difficult, but I’m going to pick up my own computer tomorrow!”
And I think she must have, because I never saw her in the library again.
Anyway I hope I’m that quick when I’m 97.
I, too, work at a library. It’s very rare to meet an elderly person who actually wants to learn. There are people who will refuse to even type their item library card number into the computer. They mostly have just wanted me to do everything for them while they make it as difficult as possible.
That said, I once met an elderly woman who told me she finally divorced her abusive husband who tried very hard to keep her from learning anything about computers. She raided our section of computer books. She’s taking a class now. I’m very proud of her.
I had loved the first story but the 2 new ones give me so much hope! And they disprove this preconceived idea that it’s “a generation thing”, like no! Just try!
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So I’ve been thinking. You know how we read in fanfics about Harry seeing Draco for the first time after the war and being like “SHIT I’D TAP THAT”?
Well, I live in London and I was looking around on the tube and on the street. In reality, Draco’s appearance makes him fucking STRIKING. How many really blond, grey-eyed, tall, lean, dressed-to-the-nines men do you see every day, at least in the UK? Exactly.
As a teenager, it’s not really a big deal. But as an adult? Fuck me, Draco is bloody irresistible. So yeah, all those reactions Harry has in fanfics are like 100% legit. I would probably pass out.
Ship what s a spillway
So if you have an artificial lake resulting from damming a river, you need a way to drain it a little so it doesn’t overflow and flood the surrounding area. Spillways are manmade drains that function when the water level rises past a certain point, and spits out the excess water further downstream. There are lots of different kinds of spillways, but the ones that look like terrifying holes in the water are called bell-mouth spillways. When the water is low, they look like this:
When it rises over the brim of the spillway, they look like this:
They’re really dangerous to be around ‘cause you can get sucked in and drowned or broken, or caught by unexpected flooding while in the tunnels.
A charming thought to go with my morning coffee.
The best part? Sometimes they’re called “glory holes”.
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