I agree, it shouldn’t be used as a way to slam someone. Point it out if you’re in the middle of a useful response. I would consider this a form of error detection / error correction feedback, because maybe the original poster genuinely doesn’t know. Speaking for myself, I would wonder what the speaker hears in their head when they’re presented with both spellings.

But if we’re playing fast and loose with the rules, then we should also accept ‘luce’ as another alternative. The point here being, how far can we take it before everyone agrees that it’s no longer a reasonable alternative?

I’ve long considered that learning a second language is like learning to play music. So yeah, there’s the precision of classical, versus the freestyle of jazz.

But if you’re playing some vinyl on a turntable and asking others to listen to it while jumping around on the floor next to it, don’t be surprised if people seem distracted when the needle starts to jump around. Was that a glitch, or was it intentional?

Tangent time: around 25 years ago I was reading up on DNS (and BIND) and came across something that stuck with me. I might be paraphrasing, but it went something like “be strict in what you send, and flexible in what you accept”. The context had to do with acceptable DNS names being passed around, and a methodology to improve the odds of mutual success.

Shifting back to being more on topic: I wish I could speak and write at a level far better than I can now. When I hear certain speakers (typically from England) I simultaneously have a great appreciation for their language competence and a regret for my own competence. I do try to be better, although I do fail.

In the end, I’d like to be able to bring others along when I lift myself up.

Forsooth, verily, and widdershins

*Lourdes

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Great. You’ve managed to conjure up the imagery of him inventing TSL, or Trump Sign Language.

Time to go look for some cat videos.

Why say lot word

Poi E - Patea Māori Club

Wild guess, reading between the lines:

Dad had an extramarital affair. His squeeze got preggers. Dad is suddenly pro-choice.

Mom finds out about the affair and the pregnancy and is now mad at dad.

OP only knows what his parents have shared, intentionally or not.

A similar suggestion to the other poster:

Try relocating one of the troublesome units to someplace nearby but not mounted to the ceiling. The top of a bedroom dresser, the floor, a bathroom countertop, the top step of the stairs, halfway down the stairs, hanging from a wall (picture hook)… just get creative.

And since you haven’t mentioned it, I presume these are all smoke detectors? Do you have any heat detectors or carbon monoxide detectors installed?

I’m imagining James Hong as the shopkeeper.

Brb getting my name legally changed to Absolute Truefacts

Proper air-drying is key. Gotta maximize the surface area. If there’s a gentle breeze nearby, all the better.

Living somewhere where you can use a clothesline would fit this most times (ie, if it’s not raining all the time).

cahier

As a Canadian, thanks for giving me flashbacks to years of French studies :P

One floor should be reserved for running around barefoot on broken glass while bad guys chase after you to keep you from interfering with their elaborate heist.

I’ve taken to using a checklist on my phone that I update daily. However, remembering to use it is still a problem at times.

So my B-tier power would be Remembers To Use Checklist At Least Once A Day Man.

Trade-off: anyone you want to be intimate with falls asleep from your relaxing touch.

So much for sexy time.

The trade-off is you now have a 1d4 chance of stepping on LEGO bricks in the dark. Even if you don’t own any LEGO.

A residence floormate I knew back in university also worked as a bartender at a hotel.

His one story relevant to this thread is he once poured a drink for a customer over ice without measuring it. Think scotch or whiskey. Customer said there’s no way that’s an ounce. They argued for a bit; my friend poured everything from the glass into a shot glass minus the ice, and it was exactly on the line. End of argument.

He admitted to me that some of that may have been water from the melted ice.

In my teen years I used to be able to do a pretty solid rendition of a dentist drill. Much to the discomfort of everyone within earshot.