That was my first thought. I’d happily have one of these, but wall-mounted somewhere with high footfall, displaying a dashboard of some kind.

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I like my months fancy.

IIRC he’s given a big thumbs up to IKEA chargers in the past.

That’s some excrepioncal capaaacity right there.

It’s like saying “prove you don’t own a poodle”. How do you prove that? I can tell you I don’t own a poodle… but how can you be sure?

Stay local, wear 24 bits.

Extra point if they have the PowerPoint shuttle controls visible in the bottom-left corner.

That’s an expensive way to kill someone. It’d probably be cheaper to pay for a hitman at the point.

They usually have casters but they’re pretty flimsy.

Man, I just love the way you guys ignore basic exception handling, insist on using undocumented APIs, exclusively hook into system resources, fail to address even the most fundamental of good memory management practises and then demand your software runs as an unprotected kernel-level driver.

It’s fucking great.

Does that mean my stash of IBM MicroDrives are finally going to be worth something?

Right? My school just taught us shit like triangles and iambic pentameter.

“Oh, that steak looks well done and extra-rare!”

I may have oversold it, to be honest, which is fair given what we’re talking about.

Soak a tampon in water and microwave it for a few seconds. It’ll give off loads of whispy steam for a long time. Then, just pop it behind that lovely roast chicken (cooked yesterday) or warming bowl of macaroni soup (ice cold) to make it look piping hot for the photo shoot.

You ever seen the microwaved tampon trick?

I, too, like my chips with dip.

One day I’m gonna fuck you all up by releasing a Linux distro called BTW.

Nothing makes me trust a company less than their email address being ISP-issued and their phone number being a mobile (in the UK all mobile number start with a 7).

I don’t post to Gitea because I scrawl my code onto a piece of leather made of human flesh and venture down to the shore on a stormy night to hurl it into a raging sea as I shriek insults at God in a language known only to madmen. We are not the same.

Steadily increasing unsigned integer on a long-running piece of infrastructure: bonjour