When I was young, the whole "you might be a redneck if ... " thing was popular and commonly aped. One example I saw was "you might be a geek if ... "
One of the qualifications was "you leave the modem speaker on after being connected because you think it sounds like the ocean, the perfect accompaniment for 'surfing the web.'"
A game I played a lot with my dad was Pool. He had a full sized slate Pool table that he bought (along with a lawnmower) from a friend who was dying and he put it (the Pool table, not the mower) in a semi dedicated room in his basement. Every family member other than my mom (who was blind in one eye and thus lacked depth perception) loved engaging in the game.
There are a lot of things at which I lack talent, but Pool is not one of them; I'm better than average at it. My dad was better than I but, a few times, I won against him one-on-one. At least one of those times I accused him of letting me win. He said, and with the benefit of hindsight I believe, that he never "lets" anyone win.
He probably didn't try his hardest, but that's a fairly fine distinction.
edit: Seems you're correct. however Real Life Comics had at least one strip about how, iirc, the protagonist introduced his girlfriend to Linux and the next week she was building a Beowulf cluster. The visuals were not dissimilar to this, but RLC is difficult to search in my experience.
I dealt with that for eleven days before my friend bullied me into going to the doctor because "that's not normal." Now I have screws in my vertebrae and some very interesting scars.
Conceptually I kinda miss the days when my family members and I had in-progress books spread around the house stacked on the backs of toilets, but retrospectively, in practice that was kinda gross.
I have been enjoying jakkuh's farm videos but I've never really followed LTT. I didn't know he got his start there until I happened on the video where he explained why he left.
The last few times I've been in an emergency situation, I've been the emergency. I've talked about most of them fairly extensively on Lemmy, but the last time I was close to being in one where I wasn't the focus is as follows:
I have a kid, then I think four, maybe early five. At the time this happened I was either working from my home office or studying, something that required most of my attention and, preferably, no distractions. The kid was with their mother, so I knew they were being watched. I heard the kid call out once or twice, perhaps a bit plaintively on reflection, but didn't respond because I was confident they were being supervised.
The third time, I thought it odd that their supervisor hadn't responded and stepped out to say "what do you need?" They said "I need help." They always like to ask for help even when they don't need it, they just want us to do the work, and I was up a flight of stairs with - at the time - mobility issues, so I didn't respond with urgency. I did come down to help, but slowly and complaining in my brain the whole time.
The kid has always liked to climb but also had concerns about getting down once they got up. It turns out that, in this case, the mother had stepped away to use the restroom and the kid had climbed onto a table in the kitchen. They then pulled a random stepladder to the table and tried to climb down it backwards, but managed to get their neck stuck under the handle and didn't have the upper body strength to get themself out of the situation.
Ripley is going to be offended when I tell her you said this.