Semi-Hemi-Lemmygod @lemmy.world I'm just this guy, you know? Except on Lemmy.
RIP Kbin.social
Don't worry, you're still surrounded by idiots no matter who wins the presidency
I couldn't make it through the first episode because of how stupid everyone was. Arguing loudly about their failed marriage while being surrounded by zombies who are drawn to the sound? I get enough stupid people in real life.
As a Superwholockian who didn't like Breaking Bad or The Walking Dead and who has a penis and a beard I'm quite confused
Here is my off the cuff proposal for what to do after that
This is about as likely as my off the cuff proposal of flying around the planet faster than the speed of light so it rotates backwards and turns back time
I hate things being undecided so I've been a lot more relaxed since the election. Yeah, the asshole won, but at least I know what's going to happen. The anxiety of not knowing was worse than the anxiety of having a racist dipshit in charge, at least for me.
It's like the opposite of a USB drop attack
Either way, I think all OS should at least give you a list of browsers on first use to choose from.
I like this idea if only because it means I don't have the default web browser hanging around only ever having been used to download another web browser.
Zimbabwe has the advantage of being at the bottom of the list, so you just scroll all the way down and click.
It's the same advantage as having a Volvo.
Yep, OP needs to engage CYA mode. Write down all of your concerns, send it to the management team and have them reply indicating they don't care about them. Then print out that email and forward it to your personal email so that you can refer back to it when SHTF
There's more people who don't bother voting than there are conservatives. And not only are there more of them they're also easier to get on our side. IMHO it's better from a game theory perspective to focus on them than to try to understand conservatives.
Now I'm imagining what the British East India Company's Twitter account would look like
I'm a 15th generation American citizen and I still feel threatened
Culinary Class Wars
It's like if Iron Chef and Squid Game had a baby and it's amazing.
To thunderous applause?
Deciding on a restaurant with a few people is easy. Deciding on a restaurant with a few dozen people is fucking impossible.
Humans were not meant to live in societies of more than 150 people. Our brains can't comprehend a nation of millions, just like we can't comprehend the vastness of space.
A fuckcars anthem: "Lord Mr. Ford" by Jerry Reed
> Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clanking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention > > I'm about to sing your song, son
> Well, I'm not a man appointed judge > > To bear ill will and hold a grudge > > But I think it's time I said me a few choice words > > All about that demon automobile > > A metal box with the Polyglas wheel > > The end result of the dream of Henry Ford
> Well, I've got a car that's mine alone > > That me and the finance company own > > A ready-made pile of manufactured grief > > And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain > > I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane > > I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
> Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam > > That makes me the bitter fool I am > > But this four-wheel buggy is a-dollarin' me to death > > For gas and oils and fluids and grease > > And wires and tires and antifreeze > > And them accessories, well, honey, that's something else
> Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color TV > > Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats > > And just pay once a month, like you do your rent > > Well, I figured it up and over a period of time > > This four-thousand dollar car of mine > > Costs fourteen thousand dollars > > And ninety-nine cents
> Well, now, Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford what have you done?
> Now the average American father and mother > > Own one whole car and half another > > And I bet that half a car is a trick to drive, don't you? > > But the thing that amazes me, I guess > > Is the way we measure a man's success > > By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
> Well, now, red light, green light, traffic cop > > Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop > > Get out the credit card, honey, we're out of gas > > Well, now, all the cars placed end to end > > Would reach to the moon and back again > > And there'd probably be some poor fool who'd pull out to pass
> Well, now, how I yearn for the good old days > > Without that carbon dioxide haze > > A-hanging over the roar of the interstate > > Well, if the Lord that made the moon and the stars > > Would have meant for me and you to have cars > > He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space
> Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done?
> Come away with me, Lucille > > In my smoking, choking automobile