DrBouvenstein posted:

Dip Viscous posted:

I still haven't figured out how to scan QR codes. Everyone says "just point the camera at it" but across three phones that does nothing. I could look up how to do it but that's cheating.

theironjef posted:

You download a QR scanner app. I think maybe phones used to have that automatically built in to the camera app but that's a recipe for people hiding them places to send you to dodgy links.

poo poo Fuckasaurus posted:

Google's (or maybe Samsung's) camera app has it built in, I use it nearly every day on my work phone to access device configs. You open Camera normally, point it at the QR code, and it shows you the text of the link at the bottom of the screen. Tap it and it takes you to the website.

Tiggum posted:

My phone (Pixel 6a) has a specific qr reader app, or you can use the Lens app. The regular camera app doesn't scan qr codes.

poo poo Fuckasaurus posted:

Google's (or maybe Samsung's) camera app has it built in, I use it nearly every day on my work phone to access device configs. You open Camera normally, point it at the QR code, and it shows you the text of the link at the bottom of the screen. Tap it and it takes you to the website.

Tiggum posted:

My phone (Pixel 6a) has a specific qr reader app, or you can use the Lens app. The regular camera app doesn't scan qr codes.

Phosphine posted:

My Phone (also pixel 6a) does not have a specific qr reader app, the regular camera app scans qr codes

MadDogMike posted:

People who try to sound fancy when they aren’t. Listening to somebody trying to make some sort of phone complaint at high volume unfortunately. I’m hesitant to use the Karen meme since at least it sounds like an actual reasonable complaint, but boy, trying to use words like “rectify” and mixing it in with double negatives sure gives a similar pretentious vibe.

poo poo Fuckasaurus posted:

I have a peeve for this thread: People who are not helpful and do not want to help, but want to be remembered as having helped and inject themselves into situations as a result.

poo poo Fuckasaurus posted:

I have a peeve for this thread: People who are not helpful and do not want to help, but want to be remembered as having helped and inject themselves into situations as a result.

I feel like this is probably a universal phenomenon, but I'll give the example I'm living right now. My roommate passed last year, and he had a bad relationship with his brother (Reyn) who is, by all accounts, a selfish rich rear end in a top hat. After he died, Reyn started showing up to the house on a monthly basis, not to help but to "help". It almost feels like he's trying to redeem himself for how poorly he treated his dead brother.

He shows up with 24 hours of notice, and does what he imagines will be helpful without ever asking what we want or need help with. The estate just left probate (and while it was in probate I was living in the house just so it would be occupied and wouldn't fall to poo poo) so I'm moving this week. Six months ago Reyn showed up and hired a dumpster. He didn't ask, the dumpster just appeared in the driveway on the same day he arrived. We knew Probate was going to take at least 4 more months, there was no need for a dumpster, it's not like the dead brother was a hoarder. And yet, here it was, a dumpster blocking in my car.

Of course, he called in the dumpster so he wanted to use it. So he did. He dragged out his deceased brother's bedroom furniture, his couches, his dining room chairs (but weirdly not the table). We hadn't even tried to give any of these things away, but he wanted to "help" so "help" he did. Nevermind that I was living in the house. Nevermind that his father and I were still using the furniture. No no, he had to "help". So for the last 6 months the house has been unfurnished, save for a small amount of furniture I own.

Now he's back, and wants to "help" me move. He didn't warn me he was coming, not that he wanted to help me move, so I am in the process of packing boxes as I go and he, wanting to "help", is asking me what he can do.

Half my stuff is going to storage and half to my new place, but there is no way to easily differentiate between what goes where to another person, so he cannot help pack boxes. I've been labelling boxes as to where they go as I make them, but I cannot pack boxes at the rate he can pick them up and move them to the respective piles. There is nothing he can do. And yet here he is, coming to me like an unwanted attention-starved dog every 5 minutes, asking how he can "help".

Even when I give him a task, he is non-useful about it. I asked him to pack the remaining stuff in the kitchen (it is the dead brother's stuff and is going to the dad's house), but he cannot do this autonomously. He has to ask me what boxes he can use (the boxes in the kitchen), how to label them (kitchen stuff, to Dad's house), and what to put in which boxes (I do not give a single gently caress). He asks me if his packing is sufficient (again no fucks). He comes to me with various kitchen things to ask if they're mine (they're not, I packed all my stuff) because he doesn't think his brother would own, for example, a blender (he did not know his brother at all and is not an authority on what he would or would not have owned).

All this time his father is sleeping in my computer chair, because Reyn insists he come along, even though Dad is 94. Still, the brother comes to me with questions that only Dad could answer, like "does Dad want/need this?". I don't know, Reyn, he's sleeping in the office for some godforsaken loving reason, ask him. He can't though, not without me telling him to. gently caress.

Overall he has now wasted half the day and I'd have been done if not for his insistent presence. Oh and every hour or so he gets on the phone in the middle of the living room to repeatedly inform everyone he can think to call that he is out of town, in Florida, "helping" his dad and his dead brother's roommate. That's the point, getting credit for being helpful is the point. Helping in any actual capacity is, at best, a tertiary goal.

His dad is on my side, and keeps asking Reyn to go with him to other places so I can be left alone. He won't go, because after all, he came to help. Helping, hell or high water.

He's hosed off with a load to Dad's house so I'm sitting on the back porch smoking a cigar. I'm so loving stressed out, and I quit smoking a year ago so this is not great. I just wish he'd leave, but he won't. loving gently caress I hate this poo poo.

Anyway that's all, hope everyone is having a much, much better weekend than I am. Can't wait to see how he wants to help for the rest of the week he's here. gently caress.

poo poo Fuckasaurus posted:

Negostrike posted:

Just tell him to gently caress off wtf

poo poo Fuckasaurus posted:

He won't. The last time we did that (he was abusing Dad in an attempt to wrest power of attorney from him) he cancelled his ticket home and stayed for two weeks.

Wait, I've just been informed that he cancelled his ticket home again because Dad won't tell him when his next doctor's appointment is. loving gently caress. He stresses his Dad out so much, if there's something going on this won't improve the prognosis.

poo poo Fuckasaurus posted:

I have a peeve for this thread: People who are not helpful and do not want to help, but want to be remembered as having helped and inject themselves into situations as a result.

I feel like this is probably a universal phenomenon, but I'll give the example I'm living right now. My roommate passed last year, and he had a bad relationship with his brother (Reyn) who is, by all accounts, a selfish rich rear end in a top hat. After he died, Reyn started showing up to the house on a monthly basis, not to help but to "help". It almost feels like he's trying to redeem himself for how poorly he treated his dead brother.

He shows up with 24 hours of notice, and does what he imagines will be helpful without ever asking what we want or need help with. The estate just left probate (and while it was in probate I was living in the house just so it would be occupied and wouldn't fall to poo poo) so I'm moving this week. Six months ago Reyn showed up and hired a dumpster. He didn't ask, the dumpster just appeared in the driveway on the same day he arrived. We knew Probate was going to take at least 4 more months, there was no need for a dumpster, it's not like the dead brother was a hoarder. And yet, here it was, a dumpster blocking in my car.

Of course, he called in the dumpster so he wanted to use it. So he did. He dragged out his deceased brother's bedroom furniture, his couches, his dining room chairs (but weirdly not the table). We hadn't even tried to give any of these things away, but he wanted to "help" so "help" he did. Nevermind that I was living in the house. Nevermind that his father and I were still using the furniture. No no, he had to "help". So for the last 6 months the house has been unfurnished, save for a small amount of furniture I own.

Now he's back, and wants to "help" me move. He didn't warn me he was coming, not that he wanted to help me move, so I am in the process of packing boxes as I go and he, wanting to "help", is asking me what he can do.

Half my stuff is going to storage and half to my new place, but there is no way to easily differentiate between what goes where to another person, so he cannot help pack boxes. I've been labelling boxes as to where they go as I make them, but I cannot pack boxes at the rate he can pick them up and move them to the respective piles. There is nothing he can do. And yet here he is, coming to me like an unwanted attention-starved dog every 5 minutes, asking how he can "help".

Even when I give him a task, he is non-useful about it. I asked him to pack the remaining stuff in the kitchen (it is the dead brother's stuff and is going to the dad's house), but he cannot do this autonomously. He has to ask me what boxes he can use (the boxes in the kitchen), how to label them (kitchen stuff, to Dad's house), and what to put in which boxes (I do not give a single gently caress). He asks me if his packing is sufficient (again no fucks). He comes to me with various kitchen things to ask if they're mine (they're not, I packed all my stuff) because he doesn't think his brother would own, for example, a blender (he did not know his brother at all and is not an authority on what he would or would not have owned).

All this time his father is sleeping in my computer chair, because Reyn insists he come along, even though Dad is 94. Still, the brother comes to me with questions that only Dad could answer, like "does Dad want/need this?". I don't know, Reyn, he's sleeping in the office for some godforsaken loving reason, ask him. He can't though, not without me telling him to. gently caress.

Overall he has now wasted half the day and I'd have been done if not for his insistent presence. Oh and every hour or so he gets on the phone in the middle of the living room to repeatedly inform everyone he can think to call that he is out of town, in Florida, "helping" his dad and his dead brother's roommate. That's the point, getting credit for being helpful is the point. Helping in any actual capacity is, at best, a tertiary goal.

His dad is on my side, and keeps asking Reyn to go with him to other places so I can be left alone. He won't go, because after all, he came to help. Helping, hell or high water.

He's hosed off with a load to Dad's house so I'm sitting on the back porch smoking a cigar. I'm so loving stressed out, and I quit smoking a year ago so this is not great. I just wish he'd leave, but he won't. loving gently caress I hate this poo poo.

Anyway that's all, hope everyone is having a much, much better weekend than I am. Can't wait to see how he wants to help for the rest of the week he's here. gently caress.

Negostrike posted:

God. People are the ultimate paramount pet peeve. Hope this crap ends soon.

credburn posted:

There is this animation style I've always hated. It became kind of popular, especially in like Flash-based animations in the 00s. It's this thing where, before any limb or object or anything moves, it first have to briefly move in the opposite direction. In some ways this appear somewhat natural -- like if you were going to take a step forward, it makes sense you would first lean on your leg and then propel with it. But this animation does that with everything. Not a single thing moves without first moving backwards. Everything is a reaction to the elastic backwards motion. I loving hate it. It's distracting as poo poo.

I think there's a name for this because I've seen another goon complain about the same thing but I don't know if it was in this thread and I can't immediately come up with an example but goddamn it really saturates a lot of animation. Professional animation doesn't do it, and amateur animation doesn't do it; it's like in that middle zone that really really likes this awful weird fuckin style.

lobsterminator posted:

Do you mean anticipation? It is used in professional animation, but you just have to do it well for it to work. When bad flash animators did it they tended to overdo and overuse it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8OtE60T8yU

credburn posted:

It looks really awkward when like two people are talking and their heads are constantly bouncing in-then-out for everything they say. It makes them look like bobbleheads.

Anyway, that's just my opinion. Thanks for sharing this video, though! I didn't know if there was even a term for this style.

credburn posted:

Here, just to throw it out there, I find it looks way better to just have the face express shock, rather than squash into itself first and then propel and stretch upward to express shock. I don't do that. I don't think it looks natural at all.

It looks really awkward when like two people are talking and their heads are constantly bouncing in-then-out for everything they say. It makes them look like bobbleheads.

beepo posted:

Hit up Costco and buy some bagged salad kits. Not too pricey if you treat each as a meal and you can cook in bulk some chicken or whatever protein to add to them throughout the week.

Dip Viscous posted:

My usual grocery store has bags of pre-made salad in several varieties that are decent quality and cheaper than it would be for me to buy the ingredients but they only come in massive bags that I couldn't possibly use before it goes bad even if I ate nothing else.

DrBouvenstein posted:

I'm wary of bagged salad mixes because they seem to be a huge vector for e.coli infections... :/

If you do get some, stay away from the Fresh Express brand, at least.

DrBouvenstein posted:

I'm wary of bagged salad mixes because they seem to be a huge vector for e.coli infections... :/

F_Shit_Fitzgerald posted:

Ask any politician, regardless of their "side", a simple yes/no question and they will almost always filibuster with a 30 second to a minute reply that does everything except answer the original question. Yes, I know that's 'just the way politics is' but I'm so loving sick and tired of it. Normal people - those who aren't psycho careerists who think being a seat moistener in congress is a meaningful job - are able to say "Yes" or "No" when a simple question is put to them.