I have several large boxes of mid-90s era SCSI cables and controller cards (along with a ton of other hardware from back then until now) that I just can’t bear to part with. Do not feel bad...you are among friends.
I have several large boxes of mid-90s era SCSI cables and controller cards (along with a ton of other hardware from back then until now) that I just can’t bear to part with. Do not feel bad...you are among friends.
Agreed.
Can confirm. By his mid-70s, my great uncle was legally blind (total Mr. Magoo glasses), and had a history of heart attacks (my parents realizing this is what ended my flight training with him when I was a teenager).
There are dozens of us! Dozens!
My beard does an excellent job at that all on its own, thankyouverymuch! I do have a prominent chin, though, which only makes the porridge-catching worse!
You just described my whole life (which has made me feel like a complete impostor so, so many times). I wouldn’t call it genius, so much as just being able to absorb, retain, and recall just about everything I’ve ever seen.
I was very fortunate to have a teacher for two years of Algebra II/trig and pre-cal in high school who—after the first marking period with me getting zeros on homework, yet absolutely acing every test and quiz—recognized that repetition was not how I learned.
...and “Appa’s Lost Days,” which oof, right in the feels.
I had that exact thing happen after mine crashed, mid-download. Clearly internal labels (guess the friendly names and icons had yet to be downloaded). As I had to get through those screens to resume the download I just clicked what seemed like the most appropriate things and continued. I should really look up if…
I can tell you there are domesticated cattle that will try to kill you given the chance.
Unlike many other social media, Instagram specifically does not have a “repost” function (though there are a ton of very sketchy third-party apps that will perform this action), and it specifically states in their ToS that you are not allowed to post others’ work without permission.
...and Instagram’s ToS specifically states it’s a violation of the ToS to share another’s work without permission. As a photographer who files DMCA takedown notices against accounts stealing my images on a fairly regular basis, I’m pretty familiar with the process.
A justice system founded and based on Puritanical Christian ideology.
Exactly. While it was entertaining, it was also a pale comparison of a literally perfectly-done show. Once they gave up on attempting to make a scene-for-scene remake of the UK version, and just went to the “extended road trip or competition for the entire hour” format after season one, it became a supremely enjoyable…
They do that for all the “deaths by lava,” to the point where I wondered if they actually pause the clock while divers/boaters go collect the person who’s gone under and whisk them off-camera.
*Cries in Painting major*
If you aren’t in the target group, it ain’t about you.
I think that may depend on where you were located as well. When I was in high school (Northern VA, early 90s) during deer season, many kids (who had parents’ notes to leave early to set up to hunt that afternoon/evening or were coming from an early morning hunt) didn’t want to leave their rifles in their vehicles all…
“...if egregious examples of blatant racism aren’t shoved in their faces, will they think the work is done?”