My daughter really loves my old S10e. Apart from the dwindling battery life, it’s still an awesome phone, capable of taking beautiful photos.

If I had to choose, I’d swap my Netflix and Disney+ subscriptions for YouTube. I think I watch YouTube videos about three times as much as Netflix and Disney.

I like the Orville, despite it’s clunkyness.

In all things I yearn for the past. Modern fashions seem to keep on growing more and more debased. I find that even among the splendid pieces of furniture built by our master cabinetmakers, those in the old forms are the most pleasing. And as for writing letters, surviving scraps from the past reveal how superb the phrasing used to be. The ordinary spoken language has also steadily coarsened. People used to say “raise the carriage shafts” “raise it” or "trim it."When they should say, “Let the men of the palace staff stand forth!” they say, “Torches! Let’s have some light!” Instead of calling the place where the lectures on the Sutra of the Golden Light are delivered before the emperor “the Hall of the Imperial Lecture,” they shorten it to “the Lecture Hal”, a deplorable corruption, an old gentleman complained.

It’s literally like language is a constantly changing thing.

Redreader still works, apparently they could prove their indispensability for the blind community.

I’ve read that somewhere, too.

In the Netherlands some people with handicaps like muscular dystrophy can apply for reimbursement for “sex care”.
In those cases I think it might be a good thing.

I was using Foobar for the longest time, but I suddenly felt the need to have Mildrop visualization.
I couldn’t get it to work with Foobar, so I installed Winamp (about a month ago, free, no mention of subscriptions anywhere), and it came with Milkdrop preinstalled.

Even though I’m a raging hypochondriac, I am not a germophobe. Funny how that works.

Really? I suppose rust is stranger than I even thought.

Thank you for your answer. I guess I could’ve done some more research myself, but I was also interested if I wasn’t the only one who wondered about it.
I keep getting these videos on TikTok where someone finds an old axe, completely caked in thick layers of rust, and at the end of their magic you can sometimes even see the stamp of the original maker. Truly baffling.