leonard

joined 2 years ago
[–] [email protected] 4 points 2 hours ago* (last edited 2 hours ago)

Thank you. I like CRT (even if it has its quirks) but always struggled to find a use for it. Then I realised its great with an older monitor and a dumb-as-a-box-of-rocks LLM. It's like arguing with the bomb from the film Darkstar.

 

Old office firesale OEM Dell optiplex 5040 w/ i7 -6700 chipset Upgraded with extra ram and nvme. No GPU.
Dual monitor setup (one 5:4 for that pre 2010 vibe)

Mint with Cinnamon. Programs - Yoshimi, CMUS, xed, htop and Ollama running Llava:7b in cool-retro-term.

 

Today of all days, and for reasons known only to themselves, the Smithsonian Magazine decided to publish an article on class warfare and schemes of execution.

“Highwaymen were broken on the wheel, witches burnt at the stake and thieves hung,” wrote Eamonn Carrabine, a sociologist and criminologist at the University of Essex in England. Aristocrats, on the other hand, were usually beheaded with a sword, a privilege that “was not extended to most commoners, who were decapitated by an unwieldy ‘heading axe’ that bludgeoned its way through the neck, often requiring several attempts.”

[–] [email protected] 4 points 1 week ago* (last edited 1 week ago)

Since no one had actually answered you: In roughly 30 minutes increments.

Do you wear a watch? I find it helps massively. Make a point of looking at it. I don't know what your work situation is, or living situation, but if you feel the wire trip, time it. Go and take a thirty minute break elsewhere. Toilet, conference room, cupboard, who cares just as long as you can be by yourself, and not be bothered. Write a journal, note why you got pissed off. Simmering anger can sabotage easily because it is basically you against you. Like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. It can also be addictive. Note that too.

Thirty minutes I guarantee it the anger will have gone.
Plan your day so when you deal with them, you get it out of the way nice and early. You don' t need them dropping a load of shit in your lap at 4pm on a friday. Know when to be gone, if you know what I mean.