Statistics Denmark recently published a graph which shows, what consumers have felt for a long time: Wages rise, but the real income is falling.
In 2022, consumer prices rose so much, Danes got 5.1 percent poorer, and even though some wholesale prices started to fall in 2023, price hikes still consumed all wage increases in 2023, leading to a real income rise of 0 percent.
I wonder if larger countries are doing better because of stronger retail competition.
Source: https://www.dst.dk/da/Statistik/nyheder-analyser-publ/nyt/NytHtml?cid=48357
No, not in the USA. Most people I know are calling it "greedflation". Wholesale costs are stable or down, retail costs are way up, corporate profits are breaking records.
Gilbert and Sullivan were always ahead of their time.
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πΆ I've information half-remembered, unsourced and approximate.
πΆ I live inside your laptop, phone and apps and even wearables
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I'm facing a garage re-organization and felt the same way yesterday. Too much mess, too many things. Can't we just burn it down a build a new garage?
Hubs bought some tool organizers and swept the floor, and now I'm fine. In a few minutes I'll go out and sort the tools and put them in neatly labeled organizers, then start arranging the shelves. Problem sorted.
The hypocrisy is strong with this one. https://www.comicsands.com/matthew-marsden-straight-pride-month-2668089266.html?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=infeed&utm_campaign=linkprogram
I can't get over how fucking perfect the seeing conditions are right now. Crystal clear view of the sun.
I might have to bring my work laptop outside. Unbelievably nice outside.
My dogs and my parrot are my life. They're my support system, my confidantes, my unconditional love. This week I may have to make the end of life decision for one of the dogs. I'm handling it by - not handling it. The decision won't be here until it's here, if it gets here, and I'm not considering it until then. The other half is dealing with it by falling apart.
I know mine will be worse, if it comes to that, but it's better right now. Now is where I am. Now is where Little Miss is.
This is a good #MondayMotivation
After a decade of rejections, I got my first novel published. Now Iβve got my dream, I wonβt stop! https://www.theguardian.com/books/2024/apr/29/a-new-start-after-60-after-a-decade-of-rejections-i-got-my-first-novel-published-now-ive-got-my-dream-i-wont-stop?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other
@laxla@tech.lgbt
What was I terrified of? The audience, screaming and hooting and whistling. I was the guy at the bar who played pool and didn't talk to people unless they wanted to play a table. My husband (the bartender where I played pool) flirted with me for 6 months before I had any idea he was interested. I have no game, my flirting circuit was never installed. That much attention freaked my shit right out.
@laxla@tech.lgbt
Yes, but worse for some things than others.
I've taught various things at my work, for almost 20 years. They're subjects I know, I think they're important to know, and I can answer about any question that comes up. No sweat.
Twice I've been on stage for other things - once karaoke and once performance prop for a drag queen Empress, me wearing a g-string and baby oil. I was terrified both times.
Somehow I doubt those words came out of the mouth of a chain-migrating, anchor baby-having, Slovenian ex-call girl who gave us the immortal phrase: "Fook Chrees-mess"
Mendacious misanthrope Trump reposted this on his laughably titled Truth Social site.
Has nobody told Melania that her husband is a five-time draft dodger who mocks POWS, calls our war dead βsuckersβ and βlosers,β insults Gold Star families, and attempted to overthrow U.S. democracy.
#Trump #Melania
After 12 days, for a repair that was supposed to be 1 day, I called the dealership and told them I wanted my car back. What's wrong with it is cosmetic, has no impact on the car, and can actually be done in 1 day once they have the part. We've all been waiting, and I've been driving a loaner car that's not mine, and that I wouldn't have bought in the first place. It's been disrupting me, and I've grown to hate that loaner car more each day. Today was my breaking point.
Interpretive dance is an under-utilized medium in courtroom settings.
If they read this back to me in court one day I would lean into the microphone to repeat it.
So... me. Work in aerospace, more space, not as much aero. Can fix my own car, choose not to. Can fix the random appliance of your choice. Hardcore introvert in person, which is why I love online. Lifelong science fiction fan. Read constantly. Scalzi is my favorite author, because he mixes exactly the right amount of snark into his writing. Together with a guy 30+ years, married since it was legal. Own a home in CA and don't plan to leave unless I immigrate to another country.