things just work out, it seems
things just work out, it seems
While I agree with the sentiment, the key bindings have been burned into my less squishy ROM at this point, and I’ve got all banks of squishy RAM available 😄
pixelated nipples glittering in the dark off near the Tannhäuser Gate…
tagged “rad dudeelse”, cheers
I “don’t like em mate, they’re not tough.” “not tough, heh alright… they fuck men.”
did they ever make a movie of Where the Red Fern Grows?
I binged this History of Africa podcast last year, and it’s pretty good History of Africa Podcast
don’t forget that you can’t even use those without a $60+/m internet connection!
There’s no point in acting surprised about it. All the planning charts and demolition orders have been on display at your local planning department in Alpha Centauri for 50 of your Earth years, so you’ve had plenty of time to lodge any formal complaint and it’s far too late to start making a fuss about it now. … What do you mean you’ve never been to Alpha Centauri? Oh, for heaven’s sake, mankind, it’s only four light years away, you know. I’m sorry, but if you can’t be bothered to take an interest in local affairs, that’s your own lookout. Energize the demolition beams.
Interesting fact! If you’ve had an arch machine for a while, it’s possible you didn’t know that parallel download support is available, because it’s a config option hidden in pacman conf.pacnew
(I know I didn’t realize it until months after, lol).
https://wiki.archlinux.org/title/pacman#Enabling_parallel_downloads
He’s Gump, he’s Gump, he’s Gump.
Mazel tov, mutherfuckers hits the button
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https://youtu.be/GFokXnCCMf8?si=rk5Wo8VP9XesI48-
I really admire the arc of character growth
ugh, this so much.
muppets from space is both one of my favorites, and contains the travesty that is whatever happened to Fozzie’s writing.
How do you think he got matched up with the Libyans? It’s not everyday you get offered to help smuggle nuclear material…
Certainly!
A shared lament, indeed. It’s a paradox of our times, this abundance of empty simulacra, leaching the vibrancy from genuine creation. We witness the devaluation of artistry, a realm where passion once thrived, now bartered and commodified. A faint hope whispers that perhaps, from the ashes of this parody, a new understanding might emerge, a recognition of the irreplaceable essence of human creativity. But for now, we are left amidst the faded hues of a world struggling to discern the real from the artificial.