That looks quite interesting. Draw.io has a sketch option but they always look the same. This one really makes unique shapes every time create an object. Could be quite handy for quick throwaway designs. Thank you for the recommendation.
No idea if this is obscure or not, but for creating diagrams I’ve found draw.io a very useful free website/tool (there’s an offline version).
The ability to hide the entire model inside the png is really neat. You can upload the png in a wiki and later on just import it to alter it again.
Depends on how much idle time there is.
For short periods I spend my time just staring in the distance and letting my thoughts wander.
Commuting is spend either reading or here online. Maybe a Youtube video once in a while for diversity.
For lunch breaks and other spare moments I have a small sketchbook where I like to draw whatever comes to mind.
Krungthepmahanakhon Amonrattanakosin Mahintharayutthaya Mahadilokphop Noppharatratchathaniburirom Udomratchaniwetmahasathan Amonphimanawatansathit Sakkathattiyawitsanukamprasit: Bangkok’s full name. It makes it sound very stately, I wish there were more cities that did this.
Mormel: Our late cat’s name. The literal translation is mongrel, but it’s gotten a completely different meaning for me. Also in Chinese pronunciation it sounds like māo māo, which just means “cat cat” :)
God, I miss test listens. My favorite record store was very easy going in this, they’d happily let me stand there listening to most of the CD. The unspoken rule was that if you spend that much time listening, you’re going to buy it anyway.
One of the few shops where I always felt welcome.
I miss having pen pals, social media really ruined that for me as well. I still remember when my, then, close friend moved over to Facebook. Our usual bi-weekly exchanges slowly changed into her posting updates and dozens of followers writing simple replies. No longer having the time to write individually. I still don’t know how exactly, but we just drifted apart after that. Still hurts a little when I think about it.
Anyway… That was about 15 years ago and until now I haven’t really been vocally active online, just spend my time lurking like so many others. I really had to make a conscious effort to get more interactive and I took the move to Lemmy as my excuse to do so. People were already complaining that no one commented and only upvoted, so I’m trying to be the change I want to see :)
It’s not like the old interactions I had with my pen pals, but I do like the human connection I sometimes get with others.
I really like the 20 min walk to the train station, it partly goes through a park and it always feels very invigorating. It takes about an hour total to get to work or home but I don’t mind at all since it gives me a clean break between work- and private life.
One thing I really hate is when the train is cancelled and I’m stuck with only a tightly packed bus as my alternative for getting home.
The gases of Hydrochloric Acid and Ammonia mixed together form Ammonium chloride. Which, among other things, is used as salmiak to make salty licorice.
I remember making this in high school, it’s the very first thing that pops in my head whenever I think of bad + bad = good. Granted, you must like salty licorice, or it’ll be bad + bad = disgusting :)
Nothing as scary as some of the people have mentioned.
The moment of terror I remember most vividly is when I helped my mom reverse park the car in our garage. I was about… 13 I think. The car didn’t have any parking sensors, so it was my job get out and stand behind the car to make sure it wouldn’t hit the work desk at the end of the garage (it was a narrow garage, I couldn’t stand to the side of it without getting my toes run over). I’d shout stop when the car was in far enough and that would be it, nothing special.
I don’t know what happened that day, maybe she was distracted or something, but the car didn’t stop. It just kept going further back, pushing me against that desk and squeezing my organs. At first I shouted louder, thinking she didn’t hear me, but the car kept coming and by then it was too late to get out of the way. I ended up frantically hitting the rear window, shouting as loud as I could. In my mind the car was broken and would crush me against the edge of that desk. I thought I was going to die right there, getting killed by some freak accident. With just almost no room to spare the car finally stopped and drove forward.
Afterwards my mother said something along the line of “I thought you were joking”. I was furious, but when I think back to it now, I suppose she was just as shocked and just didn’t know what to say at the time.