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.
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.
I feel seen. Or insulted.
It was a test. You passed. Or failed. Your call.
Pretty obscure term. Don’t beat yourself up.
Unironically, Bluey.
Best show on television. Fight me.
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.
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.
“butter sauce” makes me uncomfortable.
This one image justifies all the research and investment in AI. Well done, OP. I didn’t think it possible.
I would argue at that level going over time is a part of the skill set. People watching these debates care less about what you say and more about how you say it. Dominating the conversation is better than superior policy and they know it.
Or, they should.
Worked with a dude who once talked fondly of the spaghetti westerns of his youth among a group of colleagues. He beamed, “You know why they were called ‘spaghetti westerns’? Because they were sponsored by Ragu spaghetti sauce!”
One of the others in the group gently explained it was because they were made in Italy and that there were racist undertones in that name. All the color drained from his face and he got quiet for quite a while. I felt bad that we had witnessed the death of the joy he had in that memory. I hope he managed to recover eventually.
Ne’er shall I find poetry as eloquent in sentiment and imagination on this hallowed Internet. Good night.