If you hold the phone on your side of the bed, it should theoretically record your sleep pattern, not hers. So it should play the alarm when you're in light sleep, not her. And since the alarm starts off with low volume, there's a high chance you will be the first to hear it - she might not even notice it before you're already up. Unless you're a heavy sleeper and she isn't, in which case - yeah, it might not work.
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The only thing I've tried that actually works: apps like Sleep Cycle.
The app tracks your sleep, but that's secondary for you. What you want out of it is the alarm part. You give it an interval of time when you want to wake up, and it'll do it based on which sleep stage you're in.
The idea is simple - you have different stages of sleep. Sometimes you're in deep sleep, sometimes in REM (rapid eye movement), sometimes in light sleep - there may be others, idm. You want to wake up from light sleep, that's when you feel the most fresh. Waking up from deep sleep you're all groggy and still half asleep. So the app determines when you're in the lightest sleep, and it plays an alarm gradually, so that you're not just scared awake.
You can read more here: https://www.sleepcycle.com/features/smart-alarm-clock/
The thing is, this feature is actually not why I got the app. I wanted to track my sleep, I didn't really care about how I woke up. But I honestly just found it easier to wake up with this, so now I recommend it.
Cameraman: we are doomed as a nation.
Soldier: agreed, death is the only way out of a slow descent into misery.
Cameraman: indeed. Unless we rise up and kill Putin, no other country will see us as anything more than a shithole infested with vermin. Death is the only way out. This is why we put some spikes in your cake.
Soldier: say no more, fam.
Is it that they're less left leaning? Cause when you put the names of the candidates there (Obama vs Harris), it just sounds like a weaker candidate that didn't move their base as much.
Me this morning on the phone with mage support: My carriage's doors get stuck when messengers try to deliver me messages from the king.
Mage support: I'm gonna need you to bring the carriage in.
I go to the mage's quarters.
Me: Here's the carriage, mage. Is this gonna take long or should I wait around?
Mage: give me your crystal number and I'll project astrally when we're done.
Minutes later.
Mage, appearing on my crystal: have your doors ever opened for messengers from the king?
Me: nah, ever since I got the carriage it's been closed doors. It works for other messengers though. Just not messengers from the king.
Mage: yeah, we're gonna need to recreate the carriage from scratch for security reasons.
Motherfucker if your fix for the laptop's inability to connect to wifi is to format the thing, you're not IT, you're a script kiddie. My bad - you're not a mage, you're a peasant selling counterfeit potions.
Every week you gotta:
- dust all rooms
- vacuum all rooms
- mop rooms without carpet
- cook multiple times depending on how you get organized
- clean kitchen after each cooking session
- do the dishes
- laundry multiple times
- grocery shop
- iron clothes
- clean the bathroom
- take out the trash multiple times
Every few weeks you gotta:
- wash curtains
- clean the stove
- clean up that closet or drawer that's full of stuff you don't know where to put
- whatever else I can't think of right now
Every few months you gotta:
- defrost the freezer & clean the fridge
- deep clean some areas
- some other things probably
Add a regular 8h job on top, add commitments (visit for someone's birthday, go out with friends etc), add some hobbies (gaming? Rock climbing? Whatever floats your boat, it still takes time)...
I would burn out faster doing all this shit than postponing my cleaning until someone visits. I try to weave in some chores between the essential stuff, but it always adds up and I need to spend a weekend catching up.
Cât and lion are different species, traffic cone and butt plug could very well be the same plastic.
Hot take: no it hasn't. Because the alternative is you don't mark interactive objects. And then the stairs are somehow blending in with the background because of some color choices, or the day/night cycle makes you miss some object in the dark, or the ring you're supposed to get for the main quest is lost in the grass and can't be found etc.
And you know what you get then? The least immersive option in the world: the player can't find the thing they're looking for and can't progress, so they log off and post a question on a forum and they continue to play in a day, when they receive the answer. I don't think that's more immersive than marking the object.
Holy shit, if that's how they wanna play this, God's telling me to shoot some insurance fucks.
I was hoping to see this higher up. It's not everyday that truth hits you like a ton of bricks, and this needed to be said.
When I was 16 I lived in a small village. It had the charm of country life, but it also had some off-putting characters. Harry, the town butcher, was an extremely right-wind, religious conservative, and a racist. Sarah, the priest's mistress, never had kids and couldn't stand them. And then there was Leah. She was Sarah's sister's daughter and I had a huge crush on her, except I didn't even know it at the time because I wasn't aware a girl could feel that way about another girl.
Anyway, I could write for hours about small town life, about how my friends were the only thing that got me through the day, about how I fell in love and out of love within the same date because the other person was telling me how they rescued a cat just to drop the other shoe - they rescued it from a black couple. I could tell you about racism and classism, about religion and how it turned the entire village against my parents, I could tell you about the time a young Asian child was forced to boil rice for the whole village because "it's in his blood", how his mother wanted to fight it but ended up cheering for the crowd that locked him in old mister Miller's house for the night with just 20 bags of rice and a pair of drum sticks to serve as chopsticks. I could tell you about the Mexican family who once removed all their clothes and set them on a rope to dry in the town square and proceeded to sunbathe because they didn't understand why people were saying their backs were wet. I could tell you about the Eastern European mobster who cut off two of my grandma's fingers when she couldn't pay for some cocaine, or the British "explorer" who came in and wanted to buy the town and put his name everywhere but he could only pay with some pictures of an old lady. Or I could tell you about when the Arab family moved next door so we all slept in shifts in my house because my parents were afraid of terrorists, until Harry the butcher carved "Mohammed" into a pig and left it on their lawn.
I know racism, I lived it all my life. So I could sit here and say a lot of things, but I think the previous poster has demonstrated well enough how you can just sit there and imagine shit and post it on the internet and all of a sudden it becomes true.