If I need that level of precision, I’ll use a digital clock or set an alarm.
I can usually tell the time, at a glance, within 1-2 minutes which is precise enough for 99.999% of cases. Most IRL scheduling has a lower bound of 5-minute increments, so looking at an analog clock for the exact minute isn’t really necessary. e.g. 7:21 and 7:23 are effectively the same for all but the rarest of my purposes.
Mostly short stories based on a single “what if” concept. Like, “What if everyone in the world had to have a unique name?” That may not be the premise of the story, but it factors into the characters and the world building and the story goes from there. Most of the stories don’t really “go” anywhere, but that’s not the point. The point is to spend a day in a world where the “what if” concept is true and see what society, people, and life is like.
The setting is usually ambiguously Earth but it’s never stated nor that they’re even humans or what time period. That gives it a lot of leeway.
It’s mostly just a creative outlet / thought exercises so I don’t even save half of them when I’m done.
For the “What if everyone in the world had to have a unique name?” example, the short story had the following elements:
Dumb phones. I’ve grown to hate smartphones, apps, and all that goes with them.
Ah, yeah. I don’t Discord or Twitter so wasn’t thinking about those. ArsTechnica would benefit as well. They still do the forum-style inline replies which is hard to follow.
Don’t most lemmy clients do that?
Despite posting a photo of the book in my hand, I haven’t read it for a good minute. You’re referring to the clinic scene? (I think that’s first in the book, but not 100%).
Heh, that’s happened a lot since our org updated to Win11. Updates in the middle of the day (despite IT assuring us those only install after hours 🙄) and people just randomly drop from meetings as their PCs reboot. Project manager almost called shenanigans on that until it happened to her mid-meeting.
Today (well, yesterday now), mine was just “Preparing to hibernate due to low battery” and I was like “wait, what?!” and was frantically making sure everything got saved (this old workhorse doesn’t always want to resume from hibernate). Turns out I had the cord plugged into the laptop but didn’t plug it into the outlet 
Not really. There’s just a lot of characters in that scene (Muldoon, Hammond, Wu, Arnold, and Gennaro) all with dialog.
Also they lazily copied …
In film school, that’s called an homage. /s
I think Nedry’s death in the book is that for me. The movie version is practically G-rated compared to how it went down in the novel.
This was the first Crichton novel I read, and it got me into his other works. Most of them have the common theme of:
That formula doesn’t really detract from any of his books, but I did laugh when I had read enough of his catalog to see the pattern.
It’s from the Jurassic Park novel. Spoiler: It kinda goes downhill from there (both the situation and the franchise).
That kind of puts the scene where Rick keeps reanimating in different universes in a new light. Forget the episode, but he keeps coming out of his lab in a different universe and they’re all fascist hellholes. He’s like “Is this, like, the default setting or something?”
I think human parts are a hard no for me
I’m pretty confident we still have the kids’ baby teeth stored somewhere in a box of mementos in the basement (where all our treasured family memories / water heater are stored). I think that is my personal threshold.
The analog method of playing a MIDI file.
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This is the way. And same here. I don’t use the mask of pseudo-anonymity to be a jackass. Anyone I know who discovers my online accounts will find I interact online and IRL exactly the same way.
I know, right?!
Bench please.
Latest alt of a long term persistent troll who has nothing better to do with their life. Would be sad if they weren’t such an obnoxious POS. Wish I had that kind of free time.
Looks like they got lazy and setup a bot on an endless loop.
Also, toast.ooo clearly needs to set some damn rate limits.