I always say
“two thousand”
“Oh one, oh two, oh three…”
“Twenty ten, twenty eleven…”
I always say
“two thousand”
“Oh one, oh two, oh three…”
“Twenty ten, twenty eleven…”
I have been an IT professional since 1995. Never have I ever had a personal PC that wasn’t either a refurbished laptop or some sort of Frankenstein abomination that I put together from whatever was on sale and upcycled parts.
Mastering the awkward silence is a very powerful tool. I am not kidding. If done right, people become uncomfortable and start to talk in order to fill the awkward silence. In those anxiety filled moments, people tend to overshare.
Long silence combined with providing minimal information is also an amazing negotiation tool. You’d be shocked how often and by how much people will give up ground when confronted with awkward silence.
Xlube rule
You don’t even have to do much work. A naked body in a ditch in the middle of rocky desert terrain will get picked clean by animals (vultures, coyotes, etc) quickly. A naked body in gator infested swamps…well, enough said. A naked body in a cheap, metal, weighed down dog kennel and dropped at sea will get picked clean in no time and the kennel will corrode a d disintegrate soon after. The hard part is always moving the body unnoticed.
I have never tipped cash or been asked for a tip for furniture or appliance delivery. That said, having had lived in Louisiana and Texas, I always offer refreshments like water or fresh lemonade. It gets fucking hot!
Gameplay is good. Think of it as a third person Diablo/Hades looter. Solid AA title for a good price.
Don’t ask me about the story because in games like these I never pay attention.
Wayfinder
I am always so disappointed to see how many people are still on that cesspool. It’s not even a good experience unless you pay, and even then it is still toxic as fuck.
Would the prime directive apply if SG-1 is interacting with humans originally sourced and trafficked from Earth?
The doctor that did my surgery specializes in neck and head cancer. Because cancer sucks enough, he likes to leave no visible scar. I do not know how he does it but the net result is a scar with two tiny knots at each end. To remove, they cut the knots at each end and pull on one side. It leaves a hair thin line of discoloration rather than your typical Frankenstein thick scar with staples or stitch lines.
When it snows so much that the roads become undrivable.
So the surgery I was talking about was for an aggressive thyroid cancer that had spread. The bonus to the stitch removal was the two drain lines they had to pull from my neck. At least those were more of a dull tugging, but I could feel the line slide across my throat. Yuck.
Unfortunately…multiple times.
I needed to have “under the skin” stitches removed for a surgery that went across my throat from almost ear to ear. For whatever reason they did not use the type that dissolve but I was told that they would be removed after a few weeks. When they did, the process was to cut the knot and proceed to pull what seemed like a two foot long and thick hair out of me. It was like a magician pulling handkerchiefs from his hat. It just would not end and it felt awful.
Twenty years ago they were still basically nothing.
So a better headline would be “Simulations show a high likelihood of political violence and another SCOTUS stolen election a la 2000”.
I am not dismissing Kamala Harris here but the Democrats could have pitted a cold cut sandwich against Trump and the race would be just as tight. This is a race between fascism and not.
I love how the nihilism slowly crept into their souls as they watched an English man make his lunch. Witnessing British cuisine will do that to you.