I’ll just go to my local anarchist store.

Maybe we could start a /c/cellardoor sub?

But you try to tell the young people today that… and they won’t believe yah!

https://youtu.be/ue7wM0QC5LE?si=6qGRgsuMSx7NaA_D

I just broke out into a cold sweat remembering trying to get wifi to function on my netbook back in 2k8.

The BBC released this in html5 for an anniversary, you may need to faff around with sky player if you don’t have a BBC license, though.

https://www.wired.co.uk/article/the-hitchhikers-guide-to-the-galaxy-game

I swear I read somewhere that there are parts of Europe were tipping isn’t required, but if you want extra good service you’ll tip before being served if you want good attentive service.

Please correct me if I’m wrong, I can’t remember where I read it.

I, as an American, never thought I’d see something that trumps my truck-boat-truck.

Brings a tear to my eye.

Not pictured is the NASCAR track on the fifth level.

Pointless circles, solved!

Bep bup! German Bot here!

“Das ist richtig” means “That is true”

Like and follow this bot so its creator may someday claw themselves out of the joyless pit they have dug themselves.

: pours one out for every dude that had a GF that lost herself to a Pinterest Interest wall: (or vice versa)

Quickly? Granted, it was over a decade ago, but it took 6-8 years for Myspace to die proper , by my recollection.

I still wish I could bop over there and check in on bands that probably imploded a decade ago.

This vibes with me, but fifteen years ago me.

Installed Ubuntu on my first netbook and had to sit in the stairs to the second floor jacked into the single Ethernet cable we had for a few hours to troubleshoot it.

I haven’t used every distro, but it seems like most of them are plug and play these days.

Name checks out.

Beer was the only drink you could get in prole pubs. The proles were supposed not to drink gin, though in practice they could get hold of it easily enough. The game of darts was in full swing again, and the knot of men at the bar had begun talking about lottery tickets. Winston’s presence was forgotten for a moment. There was a deal table under the window where he and the old man could talk without fear of being overheard. It was horribly dangerous, but at any rate there was no telescreen in the room, a point he had made sure of as soon as he came in.

"E could ‘a drawed me off a pint,’ grumbled the old man as he settled down behind a glass. 'A 'alf litre ain’t enough. It don’t satisfy. And a ‘ole litre’s too much. It starts my bladder running. Let alone the price.’

‘You must have seen great changes since you were a young man,’ said Winston tentatively.

The old man’s pale blue eyes moved from the darts board to the bar, and from the bar to the door of the Gents, as though it were in the bar-room that he expected the changes to have occurred.

‘The beer was better,’ he said finally. ‘And cheaper! When I was a young man, mild beer – wallop we used to call it – was fourpence a pint. That was before the war, of course.’

-1984

But we need every price to end in .99! /S

Half-orc Kugloz over here.

To be fair, the last time I shoved a sensor up a cows ass my gains were minimal.

My last office job was QA at a game studio. They kept our whole team in a stuffy windowless room full of partitions. Three screens took up the one desk that was only a bit wider than your chair.

When feeding time happened you could hear everyone’s lips smacking.

I would have killed for a cubicle like this.

The devs out in the civilized part of the office had open plan, but they had L desks and 4-6 screens. Some had mini fridges and drawers.

I played Phantasmagoria 2 and knew it was supposed to take place in a brutally oppressive corporate hellscape, but each characters cubicle seemed expansive and cozy.

I think both of your views are pretty on point. I just wanted to point out that they did use (feigned?) queerness as a plot point.

I, unfortunately, remember when all of my peers called things they thought were stupid g**. And everyone they didn’t like were f*gs.

We’ve got a long way to go, but we’ve made progress.

Thoughts on the episode where Bill pretended to be flamboyantly gay so he could work at a hip salon?