I email everything to myself like an old lady, and pay Google for extra storage. 🤫

Thanks for the heads up! That’s definitely something we hadn’t considered. We’ll start looking into it!

Very helpful! We are already looking into a VPN, just undecided which one to go with, so I’ll send this comment to him. Thank you!

Hey! My husband is thinking about doing something similar with his, can you share any resources you used? He’s done programming before but never with a raspberry pi, and he’s not sure where to start.

What do you mean?

More like sugar don’t kiss, amiright?

I guess “very low” is subjective. When my oven is on I’m usually broiling, so I’m probably not the best at estimating.

Try baking it like granola. Mix it with a little honey and maybe more dried fruit if you like that, spread a thin layer on an oiled baking sheet, and bake slow and low until it’s crisp. Should improve the texture and make it a better contrast with the yogurt.

Nobody wants to kiss that dude.

I love this so much!

You have mouse shaped marshmallows?

Unfair.

I already am.

Elon Musk is just another gross white man who wants a manic pixie dream girl, minus the dreams. It’s no surprise that he doesn’t see a problem with this. He’s a textbook predator, and the whole situation with Grimes made that abundantly clear.

I hope his next venture is selling guided tours in unregulated deep sea subs.

I don’t know if I’d call it a mass exodus, and I don’t know that it directly has anything to do with Lemmy, but there’s been a noticeable dip in quality. Fewer posts across many of the front page subreddits, fewer votes, more bot posts, more low effort posts, less discussion in comment sections, lots of deleted comments and accounts… overall there just seems to be a dip in quality.

I was going to delete, but decided to stick around for a while first, to see how things pan out, and I’ve got to say the mobile site is even worse than expected. I get constant pop ups trying to direct me to download the app, then when I say no the website will auto reload, often sending me back to the top of the page. It’s difficult to find and respond to anyone who replies to your comments, and sometimes if you sort by top: today it won’t even show any posts. Just… blank. Clicking on a post opens it as a tab that is more like a popup, and closing it resets where you were on the page.

I could keep going but I think that pretty much summarizes what I’ve noticed. Don’t know that it’s directly related to a Lemmy “exodus,” and I’m still finding my way around here so I can’t really say, but reddit as we knew it seems pretty dead.

That’s why I called it a poorly kept secret. It’s a specific corner of the industry and anyone who has worked in it is probably well aware. But I think people in the industry definitely try to keep their behavior secret from customers, the big bosses, and outsiders in general. Are they successful in keeping things under wraps? Depends a lot on the who, what and where. But regardless, I’ve met many people who’ve never worked these types of service jobs, and think shows/movies like Waiting, Party Down, The White Lotus, Shameless etc, are exaggerations.

In my experience (at 5 or 6 different restaurants/bars in 1 college town and 1 tourist trap) they are not.

The only show I can think of that’s obviously exaggerated, imo, is It’s Always Sunny. But that’s just because of the characters. If you strip an episode down to the plot points (trying to get on welfare/foodstamps to subsidize your slacker lifestyle, unhealthy rivalries with other bars/service employees, low standards re: job performance, constantly drinking on the job, etc) I’d say that it’s pretty accurate as well.

Why would I be? I get tested regularly (even now that I’m married, just in case), have the HPV vaccine, use protection, and have been on some sort of contraceptive for most of my adult life. I’ve never had an STD or an “oops” pregnancy, and know very few people who have.

Sex is fun, and pleasure is one of the best ways to deal with stress, imo. We shouldn’t feel guilty pursuing what we want, as long as everyone is a consenting adult and being safe and responsible.

This answered all of my questions and really helped me understand what happened, thank you so much for having the patience to walk me through it!

It sounds like using apps to access Lemmy is more secure than signing in on your mobile browser (which is what I’m currently doing.)

I tried a couple apps last week but didn’t like them, I think I’ll revisit that today.

Thanks again!

Oh yeah, I personally don’t follow certain “best by” dates, I absolutely hate food waste. The sketchy part would be if it’s happening in the factory itself. That’s the one place where those kinds of rules and regulations matter most. If they’re not throwing out the bad food at the source, that creates many more opportunities for spoilage and contamination before the food even reaches the consumer.

However, I know some restaurants also have frozen food brands, and vice versa (Like Marie Callenders, TGI Fridays, etc,) so if there’s a Bob Evans restaurant doing this somewhere I’m oddly much less alarmed. I just have never heard of a Bob Evans restaurant before.

There have been plenty of movies and shows based on this so I guess I’m more confirming a poorly kept secret than I am revealing it, but;

If you go out to eat in a college town (esp if it’s a state school,) there’s a good chance that almost every employee (managers, bartenders, servers, you name it) is drinking or smoking pot out back, if not in the middle of an active bender. We’d fill our water bottles with alcohol, make food for our stoner friends in exchange for drugs, take shots in the walk-in fridge, roll on Molly while cooking, run out back to puke, and rally for the rest of our shift. After closing we’d meet up with other industry friends, usually at a bar where one of them was still working, close that place down, then pair off and hook up in questionable places.

I’ve had sex on restaurant rooftops and patios, in supply closets, behind the stacked pallets in dry storage, and in the manager’s office. I witnessed others get it on in booths, on top of the video poker machines, and even on the bar itself. Thankfully never where food was prepared, but that was pretty much the only thing that was off limits, and only within my social circle. I can’t speak about others.

I’m a boring elder millennial now, but every once in a while I reminisce about working in the service industry. I don’t think I appreciated how much freedom I had, I was too busy worrying about money, school, and relationships. I definitely wouldn’t do it again, but I’m glad I got to sow my oats, or whatever.

Wait, like, at the factory? Or are there Bob Evans restaurants? That’s so sketchy!