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Some of us also are just tired of administering the system and just want to use some applications.
Some of us also are just tired of administering the system and just want to use some applications.
It really plugs the llama’s ass
Condescend means to talk down to people.
Folks, this is not about the porn.
Indeed, those aren’t photographs of beliefs.
Buying four sandwiches, you’re the one doing that business a favour.
If you have lots of crimes on the books and police have enforcement discretion, that’s a recipe for targeting whoever they want.
Not with that attitude
100% of countries have some assholes who want authoritarianism
Even in death, I serve the Emperor
Olive oil, dijon mustard, salt, pepper.
Reminds me of Elon’s Hyperloop. Not intended to actually work, but instead be a distraction to deflate interest in public transportation.
There are some electric vehicles so far, which is promising.
Nice. This seems to be the future that solves a lot of problems. Right now in Australia, we’re seriously entertaining building nuclear power plants for the first time ever, to provide base load power that renewables allegedly can’t. Large sodium batteries could help us avoid that.
A good read, thank you. In our teens and twenties my friend group all sought out new sounds. Now, only a few of us do, but we are always excited to share a strange new gem.
Dementia
It’s not disposal, it’s d’esordio
Also needs mentioning: clustering. I have a six year old cluster with none of the hardware I originally started with, but my Pi-hole is still there. Having the ability to migrate guests between hosts is a game changer when you frequently replace or rebuild said hosts. With the right setup, migration can have as little as a few seconds of downtime, or even no downtime at all. You can’t do that with bare metal installs.
I don’t know how Joy gets such quality from small files, but damn.
Flying ant day.
Once a year, on a warm and still summer evening, just on sunset, the sky would fill with hundreds of thousands of winged ants. It was magical.
Then one year we waited for them, but summer turned to autumn and they never came. And like that, the magic had gone forever.