Would also like to stop hearing the word Unhinged. I don’t think it carries any value anymore.
Would also like to stop hearing the word Unhinged. I don’t think it carries any value anymore.
Do you know what a shit barometer is, boy? Measures the Shit Pressure in the air. When the Barometer rises, and you’ll feel it too, your ears will implode with the Shit Pressure. I tried to warn you, Bubs, but you picked the wrong side! Beware, the Shit Winds are a-comin!
Works every time!
I do like both of those things.
This guy always has such dramatic YouTube thumbnail image face
It’s crazy that this is the kind of shit we’re counting on now. It used to be the Guardrails and then it was the Wheels of Justice grinding exceedingly fine and now it’s Maybe Something Good Will Happen at the Last Minute
I like anything that hurts Teams
We don’t want Human Sam. We want Robot Sam.
I’ve been pretty happy with Gitea for small projects. I had to learn how to use it for because a client was already using it and wanted to upgrade to a more recent version. I was brought in just to make sure that it would work without introducing disaster, and that was my introduction to it. It’s nearly completely brainless to run as a docker container and it seems to work just fine.
I wonder how these arguments are going to go someday when we have weapons that can just emit a field that instantly gives people cancer or vibrates their hearts to death or erases a person’s memory. The MAGAs will all argue that is their right to leave out beacons that covers a certain radius and will just run around chuckling “you triggered? you mad bro? you got sudden bone cancer or an exploded heart bro? can’t remember your kids? cry more ahahaha” and Samuel Alito and Clarence Thomas will say of course these are fine, erasing peoples minds and having them drop to the ground when they encounter certain frequencies are just what the founding fathers intended (but keep those things a long fucking way away from us, of course)
So this cowboy puppy comes in here and says: I’m lookin for the man who shot my paw