(not sure what’s going on with Lemmy. I’m getting message/comment notification well after reasonable times. Yours has taken 21 days to appear.)

Fair enough.

Having enjoyed the open source Logseq to make a proper archive of the bits of knowledge I accumulate, I reluctantly moved on to Obsidian, which is proprietary.

Obsidian is much the better product, Logseq feels lacking and in need of a guiding hand and significant funding.

That said I used Logseq for over a year and enjoyed my time.

Both products work on Markdown files which are plain text and are useful in a standard editor and therefore will outlive Logseq and Obsidian.

Any more of a clue? What is your focus right now?

Because everyone knows who the mother is through birth and following months/years if they’re lucky, and the only connection a father has with his children is a last name.

It’s quite reasonable that mums want the same surname as their children so …

The trouble with that is that between twenty and thirty percent of children, depending on source, call the wrong person ‘dad’.

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I used to read (books, newspapers, cereal packets, everything, even fricking Cosmo) a hell of a lot before t’internet. Now I struggled to read a magazine in one sitting. I have a diet of RSS feeds and the linked articles.

I’m thirty years older, as we all are pre- post- net, so that probably has an effect but it’s upsetting me how little I read (read) now.

I have a old Kindle (circa the first paperwhite series) which I find is devoid of battery power whenever I pick it up and I forget to replace it on my wireless phone charger (buy the kindle a wireless charging client with a microUSB plug from Amazon/AliExpress to put between the cover you necessarily bought and the Kindle) when I remove my phone.

Thinking buying a dumb phone might be the way forward to kill my died of short articles which maybe killed my attention span.

I identify as older millennials (born at some point in the 80s), male, and about 50/50 split between living in North America or the EU.

I’m not but that’s how I identify.

There’s a reason they got the generic name Karens.

Like Gary (Garys aren’t Karens), there aren’t many around now but the few I’ve ever come across really were worthy of these name.

My ex wife. Imagine a Karen. Now imagine she’s a solicitor who believes she is the law - no, not the police/a police officer, literally the law … statute … Acts.

That went as you might imagine it did.

John Wick.

Or maybe the Ian McShane character person…

Or the adjudicators that made JW an outcast in three (was it?).

Yes, the adjudicators.

Search. I want to search the entire Lemmy, not just ‘my’ instance.

Failing that: have Lemmy content appear in search engines.

Oh yes.

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Not heard of this.

Thank-you.

https://netboot.xyz

Do you have any enemies?

Husband is a lucky guy. I guess your ex was hoping for mean reversion (there’s a more appropriate mathematical term that I just can’t think of as I write), with/for his children…

I had a best friend as a sixth former (17-18 yo) who was around your height; I lost my bf because the person I was engaged (then married) to didn’t like her. Subconsciously, I’ve probably always compared everyone to her and the grace and poise with which she presented herself. I’m old now.

Scandinavian girls seem to be a reasonable height. I haven’t spend enough time over there to know for certain that it’s really a thing; and I wasn’t that sad to want to look it up! Wonder if that would suit too? It’s not the 80s anymore though, sadly, and dressing is very different and difficult now.

5’9" is tall. Hope you get to work/wear it well! I want to say ‘congratulations’ … it doesn’t make any sense but congratulations anyway! You/he won the lottery.

Tall women (5’ 7" / 170cm +) walk elegantly and have a poise often denied their shorter counterparts.

Never be worried about being tall. I wish I had been blessed. Both wives were 5’4". I’m 6’ 183cm.

Deciding if I look a dick in the clothes I am trying on, or whether I really really look a dick in the clothes I’m trying on.

The one real advantage in going clothes shopping with a wife or girlfriend, for stuff for oneself.

Oooooh ! You !