I love that the best way to fix cast iron is to cook bacon.

Should I not be cooking anything tomato based with my cast iron?

I’m interested in your comment about perceptions, could you unpack that a little more?

Colour of Magic is the first Discworld, and one of Pratchett’s first novels. He grew into his voice a lot more over the course of the next fifty-something novels.

Most of the strongest, most unique women I’ve read have been of Pratchett’s creation. And not just heroes that happen to be described as female, but fully fleshed out women ranging from feminists who wish to support their husband to trans females pretending to be males dressing as women in order to fight the patriarchy.

If you’re willing to give the Discworld another go, and I urge you to, there’s a couple of reading order guides online. ‘Guards, Guards!’ is generally recommended as a good starting point, but I’d also suggest Wyrd Sisters, Mort, Going Postal, or if you really want to dive into the gender thing, Equal Rites or Monstrous Regiment.

I’m struggling to understand. I’m imagining an Apple Surface, is that what you are thinking?

If I wanted to access my Jellyfin at home from a smart TV elsewhere, is that possible (securely)? Or would I need something that can run a vpn?

Your purpose in life is now to supply power to the grid. At first it’ll be great, you’re celebrated as a neat way to keep the baseline juice coming as fossil fuels phase out. Then you’re asked to stay back a few hours as there’s a shortfall predicted, you oblige out of duty. Then one day you wake up in a drugged daze, strapped to a giant battery, your nutritional needs piped directly to your bloodstream as scientists ever so carefully cut you open to try and figure out how this works, because despite their best efforts to keep your wrecked body alive, one day you will die, and the utter reliance of the grid on your free energy will die with it, and with that kick off the downfall of humanity.