When I was a kid my primary school did but my secondary schools didn’t, though they did have offices with phones in scattered throughout the campus so a phone was never far away.
That said, up until a couple years ago I worked in schools IT and whoever we were doing a network refit schools would always spec a couple of points in each classroom for a VOIP handset. Most could only make internal calls though.
My problem with the whole thing is well expressed by Bojack Horseman.
An IT technician who spends their entire career in air-conditioned offices in their home country but happens to be employed by the army is worthy of adoration, special treatment and prioritisation, but obviously a nurse saving lives on a daily basis and facing routine abuse from violent drunks and psychotic nutcases can fuck right off because they work at a privately-owned hospital.
Drawing a circle around the armed forces saying “these people are deserving of unquestionable praise and arbitrary benefits” is the same as saying “no-one else is” and it’s insulting to the intelligence of everyone involved.
It’s one of those annoying tropes common to a particular type of American TV show. Another annoying one is when someone says “I can explain” then doesn’t.
In Enterprise: manageability. It’s hard to overstate how powerful Windows Group Policy is. Being able to configure every single aspect of the OS and virtually all major applications, Microsoft or otherwise, using a single application that can apply rules dynamically based on user, device, user or device groups, time of day, location, battery level, form factor, etc, etc. Nothing on Linux comes close, especially when simplicity is a factor, and until it does most large organisations won’t touch it with a barge pole.
People called Caniformia they go the 'ouse!?
Yeah, of all the things to criticise the EU for the DSA is a bizarre pick. Challenging techbro dominance with simple and technically-sensible demands on the gatekeepers is a win for the average person in my book.
The more competitive networks tend to include EU roaming as standard. The ones that charge a lot - like the £2/day mentioned - tend to be the ones with captive customers like Sky, for example, where most of their customers also have TV and broadband from them so they’re stuck.
I wish they’d delete my WhatsApp account. I got rid of WhatsApp years ago, when I got rid of everything Facebook-related, but they still tell people that I have WhatsApp. Every so often I get an SMS from them telling me that I’m missing out, and the people who use WhatsApp to contact me are basically being told that I’m ignoring them.
And, yes, I have closed my account and even emailed them asking for this to be sorted, even emailed them demanding my data under GDPR but they didn’t even answer. Why respect my autonomy as a human when they could emotionally blackmail me into compliance?
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I have a rule: I never preorder anything. I broke that rule recently. https://www.repebble.com/
I’ll always be grateful for the firewalls like OpenWRT that will automatically revert any changes if you don’t log back in after a few minutes (at least on the web interface). I’m not proud of how many times that’s saved me.
I heartily recommend the last two.
I’m having a pretty good time with Qobuz. Their curated collections are actually really good and I’ve found a lot of new stuff in there; it’s not the “here’s what the record label is shoveling this week” like on Spotify. Also, the high bitrate stuff… I hate to admit it, but it really does sound better.
There really are no depths these people will not stoop to, are there?
The Denephew joke remains one of my all time favourites, and it was a footnote to a footnote.
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The symbol you used, “•” U+2022 is the bullet, but what if the packaging is actually using “·” U+2027, the interpunct, which would suggest the product is actually called “poptarts” not “pop-tarts”. Or it might be “·” U+22C5, multiplication, meaning we could simplify the product name to “2(pt)oars”.
Two part oars.
You don’t rotate the handle in sync with the precession of the vernal equinox? Your cast iron’s going to be fucked when the age of Aquarius begins. I’ll bet the Priestmunty who proclaimed your pans wasn’t even a bake-borne by the eight transcendental Broilers of Avalon. Poser.
Have you heard of our Lord and Saviour, Jellyfin?