"Mail Order Monsters," which came out in the 8-bit era (mine was C64). Basically, you started out with a "base monster," like plant, insect, reptile, etc. Then you battled someone else's. The winner got some money, which could be used to upgrade your monster with abilities, extra limbs, and so on. You could save your monster on a floppy disk and battle on someone else's system.
My love affair ended when a friend figured out how to hack that data file on the floppy and make an invincible monster
I found that repeating back something also gives someone a chance to back out and change their mind. In the help desk world, this helped immensely.
"Why did we lose connection to Sydney?"
"Ah... Dunno."
"What do your network logs say?"
"Ah... We don't have logs on those routers."
"... Okay, let me see if I understand, since I will have to report back to my boss, who will contact yours. Our connection to Sydney went down, but the routers on your end do not keep logs, so you are unable to tell me why. And your boss will back you up on this. Correct?"
I mean, there's a lot to process here. It would depend, do I keep my present knowledge and intellect? Do I keep the abilities of the cat or dog? What about knowledge like how to hunt or eat? Why was I changed? What's the environment? Etc.
I am dumb. What would cops want with my prescription information? I'll probably understand if someone gives me examples of how this could be used against me.
"The simple act of coordinating human resource decisions with IT department actions, such as revoking account access for dismissed personnel, would significantly mitigate such risks."
HAHAHAHAH... ahh... yeah, like that'll ever happen. How do I know my users have been deleted? When I find out by accident 90 days later. I have worked for several companies where HR doesn't do shit for IT. I find out employees have been hired when they show up to my desk, asking for a login and laptop. I find out they were let go when the 90 day expiration report shows who got expired for not logging in for 90 days. "Jim's admin password expired." "Jim left in October." I have worked for companies where the simplest of forms, a form generated by an email or a popup in some ticketing system only requires checking off a checkbox... nothing. Can't be arsed.
She switched to some "Sharp" (the brand) model that had a single-line LCD screen that you typed and when done, it would print the entire line at once. This made it easy to "backspace" typos before it was on paper. So she loaned me the Smith Corona. I think I used it for 2-3 years before she died.
Googling some, I think it's in reference to a submarine class (type) in the Swedish Navy. But it might be a reference to "Hajen Lågpris," or "we slash prices" kind of thing. You probably knew this, but I just posted it for non-Swedes.
More directly, "This is Molle. He came to Varberg in 2013 and has found his favorite place here at Hajen ["The shark?"] and can sit here for hours and watch all the people passing by. He loves to be petted but DO NOT FEED HIM as he has a family and lives in a house behind the shop." This is the ICA supermarket chain in Varberg, I believe. I have never been there, so I am not sure what the shark reference is (and there's even a shark logo in the lower right corner), and my Swedish ain't that great.
I'm still alive, though. I used it a lot as a teen to write some of my first works of fiction, school reports, and so on. But yeah, that did occur to me. My mother died from suicide and my mother in law from medical malpractice, so they aren't related. Still... superstitions are the worst stitions.
I have my mom's old Smith Corona electric typewriter, possibly from the 1960s, but I haven't researched it deeply yet. It comes with a hard suitcase with a 3-digit combination lock, and a novelty dust cover that says "Typewriter!" in a bold font. My mom died in 1987, and I just took it. Last used in 1998 when my mother in law borrowed it, and it caused a fight because she died unexpectedly and her estate executor wanted to sell it, not believing it to be mine. He was under the impression it was an antique he could get good money for, but I stole it back. Last appraisal was mid 2000s, and in new working condition, I could MAYBE sell it for $30. But it's one of the few scant possessions I have of my moms, so I keep it.
I got all of that except "shag ye x," because it sounds like "shag (fuck) you x," where "x" is the subject that is a bit vague. Like, "I'm trying to shag you, love?" or "Fuck your ex," as in, the last person you broke up with?
"Mail Order Monsters," which came out in the 8-bit era (mine was C64). Basically, you started out with a "base monster," like plant, insect, reptile, etc. Then you battled someone else's. The winner got some money, which could be used to upgrade your monster with abilities, extra limbs, and so on. You could save your monster on a floppy disk and battle on someone else's system.
My love affair ended when a friend figured out how to hack that data file on the floppy and make an invincible monster