Case/chasis: 15 years and counting

Motherboard/CPU: ~5 years (currently: 6.5 years)

RAM: ~2 years until maxed out (currently: maxed out)

GPU: ~3-6 years (currently: 3 years)

I had hoped to do a new build last year, but it’s just too expensive. For now I’m planning to use what I have until it breaks.

In Star Trek Voyager: Elite Force, there are terminals scattered around to restore your health, shield, ammo, etc. Each terminal restores one of these to a max of 100 health/shield or 300 ammo.

Then there’s the terminal just before the final boss fight that maxes everything to 999. Bricks were shat when first I saw that.

political dissatisfaction

By framing it as mere “political dissatisfaction”, the author inadvertently exposes their ulterior motive. The discussion is actually about whether Trump is in his right mind.

Fun fact: no member of the Supreme Court was willing to sign their name to the Bush v. Gore decision. It was instead issued per curiam, “by the court” itself.

So stop acting politically, John.

Fun fact: the head-bang was unscripted and he actually broke his toe.

‘You cannot pass!’ he said. With a bound the Balrog leaped full upon the bridge. Its whip whirled and hissed. When suddenly the animator suffered a fatal heart attack.

I once experienced an episode of sleep paralysis with auditory hallucinations. I heard a deep masculine voice speaking in a guttural language that seemed just on the edge of being comprehensible to me. As if it were the primeval language from which all others sprang. The feel of the language in my ear was as familiar as my native tongue. I recognized the cadence, I could discern where one word ended and the next began, whether a sentence was a question, and so forth. But the words themselves were somehow alien.

I strained my senses trying to hear the voice more clearly. What horrible prophesy was I being given? What dreadful task have I been appointed? Am I the keymaster? The antichrist? Am I dying? Oh shit, that’s it, isn’t it? I’m dying and going to hell. Fuckfuckfuck. Um. I accept Jesus as my savior? …Buddha? …Joe Pesci?

Then I snapped out of it and the voice turned out to be the muffled sound of my neighbor’s TV. Praise be to Joe Pesci!

Wouldn’t air travel account for more transcontinental passenger traffic than cars or trains?

The correct technical term is magic smoke.

What kind of quest did it give you?

Not the wrong way either.

For one, the shark is not at fault. The swimmer is. Which doesn’t really fit the overall message.

https://www.kingdomofloathing.com/

A free text-based RPG browser game with a unique sense of absurdist humor.

Fair game.

Yuh

“Old money” vs. “New money” is a particularly American concept, though.

Your nervous system has finite bandwidth. The extra movement and sensation signals drown out the “need to pee” signal, making it seem less urgent. It’s also why we rub the area around minor injuries to relieve pain.

AFAIK California doesn’t require a license for ebikes.