Oh no, you!
Are you not aware that tumbleweed leans heavily regressive?
I’m definitely at the bottom right, with a dash of absurdism.
The sun is gonna explode soon anyway - might as well enjoy it in the stupidest way possible while it lasts.
A commenter knows where to comment because they know where not to comment.
I kind of wanted that address to exist…
Not enough PP
The word “Window” comes from old norse “vindauge”, which translates to “wind eye”. The old Norse pronunciation is still around in some norwegian dialects, mine included.
One silver lining is that the Turtle was incredibly good at what he did - being an obstructionist opposition leader, and being a fascist enabler when in the majority.
While his replacement is probably going to be at least as awful a politician, I find it unlikely that he’s going to be as competent and effective.
I think a lot of his percieved political views during the campaign were mostly ascribed to him, and he never denied anything hoping that it’d win him the election.
Well, turned out that he, like any other candidate, will say whatever needs to be said to win.
But at least he’s not Dr Oz.
I recommend that he is orbited. And by that I mean orbited.
Maybe this way his voters will be able to afford eggs again one day. Once.
How about Wayne’s World, or is that too early?
I may be an outlier (well, maybe not on lemmy…), but I have 4 PCs that I use regularly:
These are the ones I am left with after getting rid of some hardware I didn’t need.
It’s sometimes done when referring to a category or generalizing a noun, often in a derogatory way. I’m sure it works in Swedish too.
Person 1: “Hva ble det til middag”
Person 2: “Noe pastadrit…”
Same in Norway with “drit-”. It can also be used as a suffix indicating “thing” or “stuff”.
Depends on your routing table, really.
Software compatibility for things such as Adobe products and other things that are built specifically for windows.
And you shall get no answers, apart from this: we were into a lot of stupid shit, such as figuring our how to open the main junction box for the door bell/intercom. People could still ring to get in, but it was impossible to speak through it and be heard downstairs. Because we had an old leftover discman available and found a DC powersupply inside that we could jury rig. That way we could play Dimmu Borgir on repeat 24/7 for anyone on street level. The “Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia”, if I remember correctly.
Pacific Ocean -> Vancouver Ocean
Atlantic Icean -> St. John Ocean