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Je vais «fuckin’ subscribe» toute de suite
Je vais «fuckin’ subscribe» toute de suite
Grammar and syntax aside, it’s basically /me_irl for our German-speaking compadres. Most other languages - French included - generally have a community analogous to most of the popular English-language communities.
The waste is a fair point - storage isn’t a long term solution but then I suppose it can be managed in the interim, not like the effects of climate change.
I’m not seeing your point of “nukes” though?
Is she the one that works for Nintendo, and saw Luigi in Super Mario 64 but she switched it off before it could save?
Like Microsoft Sam trying to do the Doric accent after a few pints.
Yeah the charge got binned as internet access became more mainstream.it was inexpensive though, like £2 for half hour or something.
I’d pay a fair bit more to go back to an age when staring at this beautiful icon was all the reassurance you needed that the page was on its way:
Moving on fifteen years, StumbleUpon scratched that exact itch!
I mean you’re not far wrong. I always dreamed of a Ford Sierra or a Vauxhall VX220, but the Scooby with McRae and Grist’s name on it was an absolute belter.
I suppose the last one is halfway true. In the UK before internet access was mainstream, you either had to use the school/work network connection and their weird access control packages, or use the local library. In any case, you actually had to get dressed to use the internet.
This was when ISDN was a fat pipe, and if you went to the library, had to plan what you was going to look up because you paid for 30mins of access time. After you’d searched for PS1 cheat codes, Ask(ed) Jeeves for a fact to settle an argument, and looked up pictures of the 555-branded Subaru Impreza, it was time to burn off whatever acces time was left on Lycos, Excite, or Google’s directory service to find new cool stuff.
Old school.
That last line made me change to Ray Parker Jr style funk.
wow
very sale
much eat
so fruit
wow
…
much sad that Kabosu not here
I can only provide anecdotal experience, but my old girl found her dream house. Old mining cottage type terraced house, immaculate renovation inside, great hillside views, nice enough place overall…
…she instructed her surveyor to have a look and he told her to run like fuck, the shared wall was pretty much the only thing keeping the house upright - his words were clearly a reduction of some larger issues, but that saved a repair and insurance nightmare.
They’re pricey, yes - but they can save you an exponentially larger amount of money.
I should imagine you could measure direction too, if one is tripped before the other.
They may be for calculating speed, but without any further information, there’s no way of telling what wheels belong to what vehicle, or how many wheels (edit: or more specifically, axles) a vehicle has - so it certainly wouldn’t be viable for enforcement.
They’re like a walkin’ talkin’ UHS file.
90’s squad reppin
Fair play, I love how the community has taken on remastering duties over the years.
Fallout New Vegas is basically a different game with the QoL mods installed, and Descent was actually enjoyable on modern hardware with Rebirth.
I never thought I’d say this but I’m actually quite looking forward to playing Sonic 2006 as Project 06.
A shitpost duel awaits.
The winner gets seven statues on all continents, each facing a finely-calibrated direction - the intersection of their gazes meet at a point where the secret to humanity is buried.
The loser gets a year using the upside-downternet, six months on ISDN, or a week on MySpace as the only communication method with the outside world.
The collective noun for the people in charge of this shithousery is “cockwombles”.
Let them fail.
It’s a disgrace really. Waterways older than the cities that sat below where the cities are today, polluted to fuck by a mix of general disregard for the environment, and shitty (literally) utility policies.
The Oxford Cambridge boat race had a similar ending this year - where competitors fell ill afterwards, and never even did the celebratory self-yeet into the river after the race because of the number of jobbies in the water.
That is however a very British view, and Thames Water have some less-than-minor problems of their own.
I am also reliably told that the removal of a bra - particularly a tight one - at the end of a working day is almost as wonderful as the feeling of taking your socks off when you get home.
Bliss.