Didn’t Kathy Griffin pretty much do the same thing only with many more times the consequences?
Didn’t Kathy Griffin pretty much do the same thing only with many more times the consequences?
I prefer it to real spam. Way less greasy with more flavors
Dear hackers,
I want to know how to hack. I will pay you. I am the best hacker.
Thank you, Xx_hackerman_xX
PS: What is hacking?
The rules for magic and the rules of existence in most fictional universes are significantly more defined (and, arguably, more solid) than the rules for science and existence in this world.
Even the brush off of “Its magic. I don’t have to explain it,” at least indicates that SOMEONE understands the effect and its relative existence.
If you find 5 people who say that they fully understand a single branch of science then I’d bet all of my money in my pocket that you found them in a padded recovery room sans shoe laces.
In those situations, that is the best class sizes for electricity tomfoolery, sprinkled heavily with bravely, and a side of youth assumed immortality.
It is also a good class size to swiftly move bodies, of things get too bad.
I had a similar sized class when I apprenticed as an electrical worker via “future farmers if America” funding.
I learned so many good ways to fix things correctly, and three times that number in “bad” ways to fix things.
Guerrilla learning method with pratical daily needed subjects is SORELY missed now-a-days.
I made one of these when I was young, poor, homeless, and imminently dying due to being swiftly being frozen to death (with bone tumors coming in second place in the death race). I was able to get an abandoned metal shead with a small heater working quickly in a sudden ice storm using on hand parts and a pirated “outside” power line.
Outside of a significant situation like that… it’s not a good idea
Meanwhile, the “slippery slope” logical fallacy falls over, down a hill, and dies.
Then starts spinning, creating a perfectly cylindrical hole, and catches fire due to friction, and self cremating.
Its hard to be a lazy cult.
Can the current president hunt the former president for sport now?
We may not have seen his encounter with the “future Federation” reminding him of the “temporal prime directive”
That said, can you remember your work mates from half of a life ago?
Human memory is good, but a life of adventure and an over abundance of scotch can give one “Swiss cheese memory” ala quantum leap
Gamers are the true indigenous people.
We were typing in games printed in magazines and hand written from friends.
That are the plots to most manhwa, too.
I just eat that shit up, thougg.
The recent popular “manhwa recap” longform trend on YouTube is the nourishment of my soul some days.
Dr Who
Before I watched the “New Who” episodes on the stern recommendation of an obsessed girl friend, I was extremely reluctant.
I just saw more and more friends and aquatences go into watching the series, normal as one can be.
Them, they watched the series on Netflix.
It changed them, giving them an almost unhealthy level obsessed obsession with the show.
I too had the same change, but on a much less level than some.
Gotta love the marriage between tramatic brain injuries and an under funded education system.
She reminds me of my 3rd ex wife.
Text capture saves hours and hours
I use Microsoft PowerToys for that and dozens of other QOL life hacks.
This seems to be a “PEBCAK” situation.
It’s challenging to cook when one lives alone. I came up with a frozen buffet system.
I make several main dishes, several side dishes, and several desserts. Subsequently, I divide the foods into portions that I would normally eat, then I freeze.
That way I can grab 2 or 3 items, microwave, and eat whenever I’m hungry.
Doing this, I only need to cook once or twice every shopping cycle.
It’s rare, but every time it’s incredibly unpleasant. It’s expecting to bite into a nice soft food, but instead chomping on a piece of metal, praying that you didn’t just break a tooth.
It happened to me a few times one year when I started getting neurological disorder. It stopped once I started paying attention to what I eat, cherishing every bite.
I still often think about “Flowers for Algernon.”