I don’t know. Some people who experience abuse and escape it become far worse abusers when they’re in position to do so.
I don’t know. Some people who experience abuse and escape it become far worse abusers when they’re in position to do so.
I used power delete suite last year. Just checked and most of my profile is back. Assholes.
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Just looked through some of that stuff. Holy hell, it would be easier to be seen as without sin through the eyes of an angry old testament God than it would be to be seen as worthy of dating from that crowd. And that’s fine, because I would want less than zero to do with it.
(Assuming it’s real. Who knows? Could be a bunch of neckbeards cosplaying, but if I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that there are shitty shitty men in this world, and that there are equally shitty shitty women in this world)
Send the scam a hundred bucks, lose it, sue Google for fraudulent endorsement.
(Yes yes, this wouldn’t work in the real world against Google’s legions of lawyers, but I like the thought exercise)
They’re being pedantic about how the original question was worded in a gotcha attempt. Not worthy of a response.
Tailgating. It’s gonna kill you eventually so let’s streamline the process.
Also fuck you, especially when I’m in a god damned exit lane.
All I can see is that it’s an RDP extension
Type: remote desktop connection
Otherwise I didn’t see a product name in properties
So how would I go about installing Linux on my shitty $200 refurbished Dell laptop? Would it continue to support my USB docking station with mouse keyboard and three monitors? What about remoting into work?
I don’t otherwise particularly do anything on it. No gaming or any such thing.
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We’re headed for global serfdom, aren’t we?
I’ve had really good luck with archive.md
I don’t know what a PSN account is, but I’m surprised you can get one in North Korea.
By tenth grade I had been commissioned to write some software. When I completed it, I walked away from all of it because of the social stigma. Didn’t touch a computer again for ten years. I won’t say I regret that because walking away led me to other life adventures, but I will say I regret the circumstances that drove me to do it.
I had to go look up when those things came out (1977) because by the time I got my hands on one in 1982 in the school library they were already little more than toys even when compared to the luxurious Vic 20.
I know we played some games off cassettes on them. I feel like Oregon trail was one of those games, but I’m suspicious of my own memory because I know I was playing that on my Apple 2, which I think had joystick driven hunting on it.
God I’m getting old and can’t remember the finer points anymore.
I do remember that other kids bullied the HELL out of me for carrying one of those plastic boxes full of floppies with me at school. Not a good time to be a nerd back then.
Where’s the next Kent State? The weapons and armor are much bigger this time.
On the trust thing - every once in a while I’ll go to a concert by myself, stand in the back, and enjoy the moment and remember the old times.
More often than not, three or four young ladies will come up over the course of the evening and start giving me their life stories and their relationship struggles and whatnot.
This isn’t a flirting or drunk thing on either end of the equation. In that moment, they just seem to need somebody to listen to them.
Based on illustrated stories I was fed as a child, I would now like to know if the early Christians ate the dinosaurs after they were finished riding them.
A very long time ago, and much less technologically advanced:
I went to boarding school. We had a little bit of a propensity for sneaking out of the dorm at night.
New dean comes in our senior year and installs alarms on all the exits.
Our senior year time capsule contains the controlling keypad to that alarm system that wasn’t even functional for twenty four hours.
I’ve no doubt that today’s teens possess the ingenuity to bypass if not completely disable this thing.