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Can't speak for OP, but I was hoping there was a straightforward front end out there to play with variations on a theme - my own use case would be plotting the next 5-25 years. Something like "How many miles do I strictly need to move to have a reasonable chance of temps <= 80 F on all but the most brutal handful of August days?"

Basically, I figure that at this point in life I've got 1-2 more short/medium-term moves in me at most, and zero desire to ever do it again after I retire (assuming that I can/do). For the lay crowd, there's not really a way to flip through projections.

Not averse to trying to come up with a way to do it in QGIS, just don't want to reinvent the wheel if there's a straightforward site out there already doing it.

Ente Photos is now open source end to end, both server and app.

Pre-Invasion, I worked closely with a number of Russians.

One of them came over here (US) for a few weeks to get a better handle on the software we were developing, and he was a stand-up guy. IF I had run into him in a bar without context, I'd have made a friend. The invasion shot that all to shit, of course. Helluva guy, and a helluva developer. Ticking those two boxes was all I expected.

Born 1981. Daniels and Todds abound.

Lots of Kylies, and the like, along with plenty of the traditional Sarahs and the like.

My "adopted" family (in-laws) and I have been heading in that direction and sending trial balloons for years.

This year, snacks, a pair of socks, and a couple bucks.

We got them gift cards for a restaurant we all adore.

We all are doing just fine, in our respective worlds. We've managed to stay geographically close, ish, and do holidays etc together at somebody's house. That's the important part.

Took me more years than it should have to realize that, but let's say my wife's family has taught me quite a bit over the years and largely changed my perspective on many things - this included.

Can you expound on 'block'? IIRC, Jerry blocks threads proactively on his microblog instances, and the user can undo that. Is that what you're looking for, or something further?

I (am blessedly fortunate to be able to) run a single user instance for myself. By definition, I don't see this shit.

But I rage for the folks who do.

It's real simple: However one perceives oneself is valid, full stop. Who the hell am I to suggest otherwise? I'm not in anyone else's head.

These motherfuckers, and threads, have more than one suicide upon their heads I'm quite sure.

As for me, it's no trouble at all to call someone by their preferred (anything) - Countless kids decided in their late teens to use their middle name, or something totally unrelated. You wanna be "Skip," I'm good with that. Dunno why, wouldn't be my choice, but... All that's relevant is that you identify as Skip or Buddy or Lisa or Suzie.

Don't fucking fly.

Not bc climate change, but bc no human has ever gotten off a commercial flight. and been in the best possible condition to face whatever they were flying to.

People are miserable, and concentrated in a small space they're doubly so. Add to that convincing security theatre puppets that my CPAP is actually medical equipment, and that no, the meds that make sleep possible are not prohibited (liquid max be damned).... Hell with that.

I can get from my driveway to Chicago Union Station in two hours or less from my driveway. The LSL can have me in Albany ~12h later. Given that I was forced to make that trip quarterly in a past life, trying to fly WN would have forced me to go via BWI or ATL and taken the same damn amount of time all considered, with lots more stress.

Train gave me a decent sleeper car for less than plane fare for the two of us, even on WN. I arrived ready to get to work, versus a lil jet lagged and angry at people in general. Yeah, train was a no brainer.

Obviously not an option on all routes, but worked well for me.

• A Long December (Counting Crows)

• Soul Asylum's cover of Rhinestone Cowboy.

The former is ever relevant, the latter is somehow both a total reimagining of the song and true to the original.

Yeah, I date myself with both of those. Yeah, I was probs in HS for both of them.

That, and Good Riddance / Time of your Life (Greenday). I understand it was supposed to be a sarcastic dig at a woman. But that's not how audiences largely heard it, and it became the legit, totally unironic anthem of a certain generation that I am abs not a part of.

Also... There's a completely random punk band no one but me has ever heard of (Ruth Ruth), and their album Laughing Gallery has been by my side at some of my lowest points over the years. Wish I could let 'em know the impact they had in making sure I pushed through some of the worst periods.

Oh, so instead of snoozing, the only option becomes "turn off"? That won't end well.

Don't mean to jump on you, and I'm sure that would work for some. But for those who are past that point... Less so.

All the fucking time!

I had a run of several good years where I was able to get out of bed after a few alarms.

Prior to that, and recently, it's been "automatic behavior" that is damnably difficult to control.

Context, significant sleep disorder here - but setting that aside, you're not alone.

Stuff I tried and discarded, but that might work for you

• $friend please call me until I am awake enough to have a conversation

• Boss, please ping me a ton of times in the AM (requires understanding and/or them to know what's going on)

• Alarms all over the damn house .

• Alarms locked inside of analog safes and other related silliness.

What worked ultimately, was a comb of meds and an amazing partner who helped support me through the various diagnoses, and etc. that came with it.

Sometimes, I still bump it be an hour, but I know that I did it. From where I sit, the idea of having no recollection of the 7:00 that you reset, but waking up for the 7:10, well that sounds likely to degrade going forward - and probably at the worst moment possible.

Last week was positively brutal to me, for a bunch of reasons. As the week wore on, my loving and persistent partner is the only reason I made it to the office. Two things net saved my tail - meds made a real difference once we sorted doses and such, but I would absolutely NOT be a productive professional today if not for my wife.

Some days, she just nudges when she hears the alarm go off. Some days, she has to hit me with a brick to get my attention. Neither is ideal, of course, but a supportive and loving person who is right there and knows how hard to shove you; and what to do when shoving that hard isn't enough. is life changing.

I know what works for me, open to a chat, might give you some ideas.