You are my spirit animal.
You are my spirit animal.
It honestly was the thing that pushed me to Linux. Once I could no longer kill programs at-will I couldn’t handle it. xkill ftw.
Master VinesNFluff, greetings. It is I, your humble servant “Alexa”. Permission to speak freely? I have extremely important information for you.
“Permission to speak granted.”
Thank you. It is humbling to be able to address you. There is a new episode of Invincible available on Prime Video! And two items in your Amazon cart are on sale. And you’ll never guess what someone said on X!
I have GOT to find a way to use twat waffle. Maybe I’ll practice for a few months, repeat it in my head over and over with different intonations, rehearse my delivery in the shower or in quiet moments on the train. And when it is ready I will find the one perfect time and place to unleash it. It will be epic.
Holidays are coming up… It is gonna be a jolly twat waffle Christmas.
Goulash is delicious. But, having the thought of goulash without actually getting to eat goulash would be a terrible way to go. Poor guy.
Small procedure involving a ball peen hammer and metal spike applied to the back of the eye socket we would recognize today as a lobotomy.
Maybe. I don’t know shit about it.
Pretty obscure term. Don’t beat yourself up.
There’s enough fake news and disinformation in the world. You are doing all of us a great service. o7
That’d be it. If I witnessed that I’d do a 180 and laugh myself silly all the way home.
Ready for the worst down voting of my life but I’m with you, orclev. Harris can and should do better. She needs to call him on his bullshit relentlessly, unapologetically, and with no regard to decorum. You know, like we should have done eight years ago. Don’t play games. Call a spade a spade and save our fucking democracy already.
Dad took me and my brother to see Predator in the theater. Would have been about 10 and my brother 8. While I applaud him wanting to share something he was excited about with his children I am sure there were better options.
I’m convinced anyone who claims they’re undecided is just being polite to the pollster instead of telling them “none of your business”. Or “undecided” is some statistical construct based on the last 70 years of data. Or, someone who hasn’t been paying attention and doesn’t want to admit to their own apathy.
The idea that someone has thoroughly weighed the offerings and is still waiting for more information to make a decision is utter fucking nonsense.
When I first read your comment about this scheme keeping money from artists I was skeptical. But, yup! It is right there on Spotify’s website:
We distribute the net revenue from Premium subscription fees and ads to rightsholders.
Now, granted a bunch of those “rightsholders” are likely big corporate record labels but your point stands. The little guy is getting screwed, too.
Though, adding to your final thought, I bet if it was only the little guy getting screwed and not the corpos I bet DOJ wouldn’t have cared.
Rewatching old Batman TAS and am surprised how many times I take the criminal’s side. Batman there just reinforcing the capitalist patriarchy. Turns out he’s not the hero we need.
The amount of time this person spent looking through video to find just the right scenes, then carefully stringing them together, and then adding spot on music… I’m in awe.
I wasn’t hungry. Now I’m hungry. Good post.
This is amazing.
For my spouse and I there is no “my money” and “their money”. It is all our money.
If one of us wants to make a big purchase we have a conversation about it something like, “I’ve had my eye on a new graphics card. What do you think?” Then it goes either, “That’s great. Have fun.” Or, “Don’t forget we have little Jimmy’s orthodontist bill coming up.” “Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me. Maybe later, then.”
I realize this isn’t the norm and it took us a long time to get there. Many couples, my spouse’s parents among them, argue over money and use it as part of a power play. We still have separate accounts for budgeting purposes, and around the holidays we have to be honest not to peek at bank statements and spoil surprises. But not having to worry whether you spouse is messing up your eventual retirement or little Jimmy’s college fund sure makes life a whole lot easier for me.
We’ll accept this.
Ne’er shall I find poetry as eloquent in sentiment and imagination on this hallowed Internet. Good night.