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This may also signal stress or calcium deficiency or excess in the animal’s diet.

Hens over one year old tend to lay very thick and hard shelled eggs, that break unevenly and peel poorly, even with every single technic to boil it used, when a surplus of calcium is available.

Younger hens, below 6 months of age, tend to lay fin shelled eggs that stick more to the inner membrane.

Why is there a tartan over Portugal?

Magneto’s powers are stupid

Generalized world wide.

This is grim and a lot of dirty politians want it back.

Disgusting.

My country allowed foreign cinema “only” with subtitles because most of the population was illiterate and the idea was to keep viewership of such media low without resorting to very harsh censorship, although it existed at the time.

It backfired so bad the general population developed a knack for acquiring foreign languages, through those media. Being a latin language country we score very high on the domain of english as a foreign language. Many of us also speak a bit of french and a large majority knows at least how to curse in spanish to return the love.

It was a common recommendation when I was a kid to expose children to non-dubbed media to develop foreingn language and reading skills.

And I can personally vouch for this, as I started developing basic english domain very early through cartoons and movies and the need to follow the subtitles helped me develop my reading skill and speed.

Regarding the quality of dubbing, I can only say something always gets lost in translation. More recently, I’ve followed a couple of series, both subtitled and dubbed, and the end result is completely different. Subtitled, you can follow the emotions in the original actors voices and postures. No lag, no difference, no adaptation. Dubbed, it often feels like watching a completely different show. And the voice over actors are professionals, obviously. But it is common for the voice over team to take some liberties.

[…] the other choice is better

That’s your choice and point of view.

I enjoy watching a work in it’s most original form, even if I can’t completely or even not at all grasp what is being said, I can still infer emotions from the tone of voice of the actor.

There is a learning curve.

Many brazillians I know have defended that hypothesis. Brazil has a very strong and inwards turned cultural production industry. They cater to themselves and keep 95% of the population satisfied.

I’ve heard a few songs, originally in english, being performed by brazillian artists, with varying degrees of success on the lyrics translation. But most music passes unadultered. Most people only cares about the sound, not the story in a song.

There’s a meme of guy calling a local radio station to request a song. He wanted to hear a song he called “Anteontem fez frio” (literally “yesterday was cold”). No band, no other reference. The DJ asked him to sing a few words, as they did not know such song. He does. It was Queen’s “I want to break free”.

And what is the concern regarding the “th” sound being absent in portuguese?

I can get good quality subtitles for most movies in my language. The best comes from cinema enthusiasts that put in the effort to make superb quality subtitles, even for obscure movies.

Nowadays, if I’m stupid enough to be watching television, it’s easy to spot machine-generated subtitles, due to poor quality. And dubbing is also on the rise. I’ve followed the same series fora few episodes, first in the original language with subtitles, then dubbed, and it was like watching two completely different shows.

Germans and Brazilians are one of a kind, apparently.

Why read a subtitle if you can just dub over the original?

I had to go the extra mile to find “Die Welle” in original format and matching subtitles, to actually get to watch the movie as it was made.

Dubbing is a curse in disguise.

I developed a technique over the years where I run a finger along the urethra after I’m done to push whatever fluid may be left, regardless if I’m standing or sitting down. When no TP is available, it really helps.

My mind has a single track, runs at low speed and revolves on a predictable cycle.

A long, convoluted way to say I’m disgusting.

How?

Have considered a plain old doorbel and a peep hole on the door?

Low tech, cheap, cheap to install, lasts a lifetime.

Heck, if safety is the concern, install a periscope. Yes, mirrora inside a tube, to get to see, from a distance, who is at the door.

You want footage? Photos?

Install a local camera. Like one of those that are setup by biologists to film animals in the wild. Triggered by motion sensing. Or talk with someone technically inclined and install a local system.

There’s a sizeable diaspora of russians in my country. There was an anti-regime protest a few years ago where many were seen destroying their russian passport.

Nobody was against their position. Russians are not by default feared in any way, here. I hope that is the same in many other places.

If you feel you are not well where you are, leave. Nobody owes anything to their country; it’s the opposite. Strive for a different life elsewhere. Don’t be afraid to speak of what drove you out. Teach others where it went wrong, so they can prevent it in their own land.

You are not a traitor. You are not a country’s property.

I don’t doubt you have a busy life. And that is not the subject at hand here.

What should concern us, collectively, is that we are constantly being pushed the notion that we do not have enough time and that tech is always the solution, when it is not.

I’m going to take a risk and say you write faster than you type and reaching for a pencil is quicker than launching a program.

Writing someone a letter is a very personal thing and you’re creating a memory. Something tangible, concrete, also weighs in on reality. Looking at a piece of paper with your handwrite makes you understand you’re commiting to something.

I’m a FOSS loon but the craze of making everything digital is absurd. I’ve listened to people criticizing others for using paper and a pencil to take down a memo, note or even journaling, when they can do it on their phone.

Is existing so dreadful nowadays? Does the notion of leaving proof of existence scares?

European here. And I’m afraid to ask but morbid curiosity is winning over fear. But… can someone explain me what is went wrong here? My brain shutdown.