Last time I looked, the closest thing to a “manual” published by Linux Mint was mostly a manifesto about why they’re not using various bits of Ubuntu. Sure the good old man command is still in there but Cinnamon is supposed to speak for itself.

Mint’s a solid choice, I used Mint as a primary or only distro for 10 years, and I’ve still got it on my laptop. But don’t pigeonhole yourself trying to be not like the other girls. I’ve got Bazzite on my HTPC because Cinnamon is kind of ass at 10 feet, I’ve got Fedora KDE on my desktop for better Wayland support, and Fedora Gnome on a tablet because it’s the only thing that remotely works as a touch-first OS that I could get to actually run on that tablet.

I know J.D. Power and Associates as the company that makes up a trophy to give to literally every truck ever made. I haven’t seen a truck commercial in my entire life that didn’t mention them.

Is there a psychoactive substance available to bronze age people in the Middle East? Because a lot of that shit sounds like someone wrote down their bad trip.

There are a lot of circuits in the US that power multiple duplex outlets around a room. You could plug in a solar panel into one outlet and a load into another and they would be connected by a length of Romex in the walls.

In the United States that would be UL Certification.

I’ve never driven an American market car whose speedometer was only in miles.

Cats would be neat to get to that point.

Izzy never does that, but she’s old and creaky so I don’t think it’s comfortable for her to lay on her back.

I had a long haired cat lay on his back to cool off. He could spread his fluff open that way to get some airflow. Only cat I’ve ever had that I needed to keep cool rather than warm.

The (non-geriatric) females tended to want to play. Dangling a favorite toy was fun for the feline and safe for the primate.

Master And Commander: The Far Side of the Earth.

It’s a war movie with an all male cast, and the manliest moment in it is when the Doctor who is doing surgery on himself to remove a bullet from his chest, looks at the captain who is assisting and asks “Are you alright?” And the marine that accidentally shot him is anxiously waiting outside the tent to make sure he’s okay. GAH I’m going to the store and buying some beer and some popcorn and I’m watching a movie tonight.

It can be. If you look on a lot of the websites for video games they grant licenses to stream the game’s audio assets in the context of streaming gameplay.

Second draft of this comment, because I realize this has happened a lot during my lifetime.

Star Wars, like Star Trek, The Legend of Zelda - a lot of the media I grew up with - started out as stories, and then transitioned to settings, and have now become paint colors.

There used to be an answer for “Who is the main character of Star Wars?” When I was a kid, that answer was Luke Skywalker. When I was a teenager, the answer changed to Darth Vader, and now it’s a meaningless question, like who’s the main character of brutalism or who’s the protagonist of JNCO jeans?

Miss Mary Mack.

I hear she dressed in black with silver buttons down her back.

The girl arts. Double dutch, the hand games like Miss Mary Mack and Bisquick, stuff girls seemed to spontaneously do that boys had nothing to do with. It feels like, when I was 6, the girls around me were always teaching each other stuff like that, and then by the time I was 16 it had transformed into teaching each other the cha cha slide. Done well those hand clap games and such could be impressive to watch.

Okay, so back in the 1990s Charter Medical Corporation ran a suicide prevention hotline with the number 1-800-CHARTER. They ran a massive TV ad campaign with the tagline “If you don’t get help at Charter, please, get help somewhere.” These commercials ran on daytime TV so they were a little…oblique. Euphemistic. So that children wouldn’t understand them. So we didn’t.

Around that time, it was popular slang among teh youthz to say “you need help” as a way of calling someone stupid. You can hear one of Roger’s daughters say it in the first Lethal Weapon movie in response to his attempt at rapping.

And of course, people who “need help” should call Charter. So in the 1990’s there was a fad of us school kids calling each other stupid by saying “You need to call Charter.” And I wonder how local that was, I know at least two elementary schools in my county did that. American Millennials, do you remember this?

“oil”

Confirmed.

pneumatic staple gun.

I forgot Eve Online existed. I got a free trial to it once, tried installing it on my Pentium III desktop, it booted but had this weird pink cast to it, so I installed it on my dad’s Pentium 4 desktop, got through the tutorial, like shot some asteroids, encountered another player in game, asked what the point of the game was, the other player responded “Whatever you want it to be.” and I quit the game and never looked back.

Factorio is the least pointful game I’ll accept: Here is a hammer, a pistol with 100 shots, 10 iron plates, a furnace and a drill. Build and launch a rocket.

It does remind me strongly of the people I’ve cut off, yes.

It’s not so bad when it’s your first time through the game and you’ve never seen any of it before, when you’re taking in the scenes for the first time. It’s a bigger issue on the second playthrough, which…this game isn’t designed for a second playthrough. The fun isn’t in the mechanics and it isn’t exactly a feast for the eyes (the monochrome dithered retro styling is interesting in full 3D and I understand it was a pain in the dick to get the Unity engine to do that, but it’s still a bit…harsh), so most of the fun is learning what happened, and if you’ve been through it before, well.