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Cockles are literally heart shaped when viewed side on. The cardioid in mathematics gets its name from the same thing and that’s bulbous by comparison.

Wiktionary also suggests that “cockles” may be a corruption of cochlea(e) which is one of at least a couple of names for the heart’s ventricles.

There’s an ancient rule along the lines of “If a new invention can be used for sexual purposes, then it will be used for sexual purposes.”

Internet Rules 34 and 35 are descendents of this rule.

People who don’t know are due a rude awakening.

Fun fact: In one episode, they talk about how a leap has to be completed in a certain amount of time in order to guarantee the ability to leap home. They say that the amount of time that each leap must be completed within falls by a certain percentage each time. I did the calculation once. Sam was still within the threshold even after all the many seasons. He should have leaped home.

And it would have been to the alt-timeline where Al and Ziggy were replaced by St.John and Alpha, the one which showed up when Sam previously leapt into Al and temporarily changed history.

All the pieces were there.

(If this feels familiar, I have posted this online before.)

The dude is intrinsically linked - in my mind at least - to time travel plots too. He’s in Timecop as the boss of the time agency, Quantum Leap as “Bartender Al/God(?)” and Voyager as Braxton, the rogue time-travelling captain who repeatedly breaks the temporal prime directive to get back at Janeway.

Whereas Windows is the clap.

IMO, that mindset pretty much died the day the towers fell. There was and has been a little “it’s the 21st century” or “it’s <year>” but they’re generally not marked by as much optimism (or subversion of the same) as it was in the '90s.

It’s / This is the '90s [then a statement about how things are better / different / more enlightened]

There’s at least one other option: Making it look like you’re doing what you’re told.

In my book, that puts Bean Bunny in the role of Darko, just so there’s a reversal of the “Why are you wearing that stupid bunny suit?” jibe and counter-jibe.

I mean, Muppet Christmas Carol kept Fozzie out of the rest of the movie just so they could make a Fezziwig/Fozziwig pun, so such a massive cast decision for the sake of one gag isn’t out of the question.

Now, there are other rabbits in the Muppet cast, but I think Bean is the best known, and probably has the most range to go from cute to creepy without it being too obvious from his appearance.

The firing of Bean’s voice actor (Steve Whitmire) makes this somewhat less likely, but I think they could recast Bean’s voice more easily than for Rizzo “ain’t comin’ back until Steve does” Rat or Kermit, and they weren’t all that picky about Kermit.

Exchange line 6 for “Su-u-ure. I bet you can’t walk away from my desk without asking me to do something.”

A clever manager would go away and come back in 10 minutes with twice as much “urgent” work as previously and no pretence, but it would be funny for those 10 minutes.

Maybe it’s the (default) configuration on my distro, but info bash is the same information as man bash but with no bold text for headings and things. Ironically, I think I’d have to sit down with man info or info info for an hour or two before I could figure out how to get that formatting to show up in info.

As others have said, if a patient has next of kin or emergency contact details listed somewhere accessible to the hospital, they may call if the contact can provide information that the patient can’t, especially if the patient is unconscious or delirious.

Of course, if the patient is otherwise aware and apparently of sound mind, then the patient can literally say “please do not contact my family / next of kin”. The hospital might say they weren’t going to, but no harm in asking. And if they do so anyway once they’ve been told not to, that’d be risking a lawsuit.

Anecdotally, I’ve always carried a next-of-kin card in my wallet, and it has come to my aid at least once.

The person or people on such a card don’t have to be parents either. A trusted friend or sibling might be preferable for people who don’t get along with, or no longer have, their parents.

FWIW, most if not all bash builtins turn up when searching in man bash for [four spaces]command-name[space], but as someone else points out, the help command also er, helps.

If you grab the tail of a dog and wave it to and fro, it is not likely that this will make the dog happy, even if it looks a little bit that way to an outside observer.

Likewise, trying to make a terminally online person* do what you think is normal (or even necessary) will not make them act or feel like you do, even if they’re willing to go along with it for a while.

To use another animal metaphor, they’ll come out of their shell when they’re ready, but they may never be ready, and other people have to be OK with that.

* Of course, by “terminally online person” we should substitute whatever actual psychological diagnoses are responsible for the person acting the way they do, not what they do, assuming such diagnoses are even possible (or valid).

Most of the *fetches (and clones by other names) have an option for showing a different distro’s logo without having to go through any major changes. neofetch, moribund though it is, has --ascii_distro for that purpose (Weird choice of an underscore in an option. Most programs use more hyphens to separate words in long options).

This did get me to install screenfetch (superseded by plain old fetch but realised that too late for this comment), cpufetch (a year old, still in active development) and archey4 (likewise) after I did a bit of research on similar programs though, so maybe the sirens got me one way or the other.

Both you and @iopq@lemmy.world missed the word “is” in the last sentence.

The hypothetical hater clearly installed the package.

“Just use Flatpak.”

“But that will use 2GB when a system package will use 34MB.”

“Duh, it’s not 2GB total. Flatpaks share dependencies.”

“I don’t have any other Flatpaks on my system.”

“…”

“…”

“OK, so it’ll be 2GB. Your next one will be smaller, though.”

“If I install one and if it shares any dependencies with the first one.”

“Pff. You’re just a hater.”

“Yeah, I hate that something that should be small is using 2GB of space.”

Last week was the first time I think I’ve ever got a random Internet tarball to configure, make and make install. Program even did what it was supposed to too. I was amazed.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate Fozzie, in fact I think I kind of want to give the guy a hug.

The man (or rather, bear) just wants to be loved after all. He wants to make people laugh and have them be happy. He’s the clown with a touch of melancholy, and might even be in my top 10. He’s just not top of the list.

This. A terrible surgeon by all accounts, but laid-back and entirely competent as a musician.

Fozzie also proved to be a competent pianist, but his personality, or at least his “on” stage persona, well, that leaves something to be desired.