I’m thinking it’s that little pile in the lower left-hand corner of the frame
I’m thinking it’s that little pile in the lower left-hand corner of the frame
I lived through that fucking decade and I think it has a lot to do with how fucked up I am today. The way my school district dealt with a kid that couldn’t sit still was to lock them in a cinder block room with nothing but a desk and a pencil. They would keep you in there until you finished whatever assignment the teacher gave you.
Then I was prescribed ritalin. I was ridiculously allergic to it and it gave me seizures. When I wasn’t having seizures I was almost catatonic which the school liked, because it meant I stayed in my chair. The school tried their best to keep me on it even though my parents were VERY unsure about the whole seizures thing and negative effects on my personality. One day I asked my mom “If I do something bad when I’m on my medicine, do I go to hell?” (I have a very religious family) and that was the push they needed to take me off it.
I haven’t sought treatment or therapy since, because of that whole debacle. Every once in awhile I think about it, but it sends me in an anxiety/ptsd spiral and I chicken out.
Hell, when I graduated, they would give you your permanent record along with your diploma on the stage. Everyone else’s was super thin, but mine was three folders about three inches thick each. I didn’t even look at it, just burned it out of shame. I’m sure it was full of “prime mover has a lot of potential” bullshit. I wish so bad that I could be normal, but I don’t think I even got a ticket for that boat before it sailed.
Sorry for the rant. Still pissed off at my school system, but not sure who to share that rage with. Fuck em all
The Model M IS the weapon
Holy shit thank you. I’m always in the car or somewhere where you can’t just casually look something like that up, and by the time I get home I forget. Also the whole feeling awkward about looking it up. It seems like one of those oddly specific things where you kinda have to already know what it is to ask about it (if that makes sense), so it seems suspicious to be asking questions about it
The Protocols of the Elders of Zion
Every so often, Robert Evans from Behind the Bastards mentions this. I want to know what it is so badly, but also don’t want that shit in my search history
When people mention watercooling is this what they mean
Don’t normally like vanity plates but this one definitely gets a pass
Yeah just get it from the gas station like a normal person
If I move too much the grease doesn’t congeal the way I like it
Oof. So You’re not actually vaporized like a regular phaser, just sent to O’Brien’s shadow realm
Well, the “Independent Fact Checkers” claim that South American gnomes don’t exist… I think they’re trying to cover something up. Anyone want to book tickets with me so that we can see for ourselves?
Good catch, that’s really weird. They must be trying to enhance the battered spouse look because that guys looks like he had his soul sucked out through his nose after enduring a 10 round prize fight
I remember back when I was a kid, a friend in my group always made the BEST mac n cheese (the kraft boxed stuff). Nobody else’s could compare. Someone finally asked him what his secret was, and it turns out he was simply adding an entire stick of butter instead of what the box called for
The salutation for System Administrator day is “Happy System Administrator Day! Hey, since I’ve got you here do you think you can <insert task here>”
The customary reply is “Thanks! I’ll add it to my list”
I can imagine that parcel services see so much weird shit that it might be good to have a generic catch-all message when something unexpected happens.
That or you’re gonna have to have a status message for “someone tried to ship 500 ziplock baggies full of astroglide and it took us all afternoon to clean up the sorting machine”
So there’s going to be a fediverse and a mirror fediverse?
Having watched videos like Charlie the Unicorn or Badger Badger Badger, I say let the kids have their fun
If dragons aren’t real, how come you see them in popular media so much? where do the film makers get them? Oh, they used a computer to make them?
Sounds like dragon denier talk
I have a USB-C cable that will only work in a specific orientation. So I’ll plug in a device, laptop won’t recognize it, (sigh) unplug and flip the cable, and then everything works.
Having the hood up gives you a temporary +2 boost to hacking