lol for real. 5.25" were like 360KB. the universal standard by then was 3.5" (1.44 MB) disks and had been for several years. CD-ROMs with 700MB we're all over by 1994.
the real heads had CD-Rs by 1998 and we're making mix CDs and imaging cracked WaReZ.
religious excitation is wack. it's hard for me to look away.
there's this YouTube grifter guy that sells subscriptions to his list of people he "prays over" and also sells PDFs of instructions on how to make holy water to spray on oneself, around the house and neighborhood to cast out demons, etc. he posts literally everyday and has all these near gibberish verbal tics that fire off. comes across as very much a "drinking your own kool-aid" kind of situation.
in a better society these people would be diagnosed and treated instead of allowed to exploit others, cause trauma, or in the case of AZ, apparently run the statehouse.
I fuckin' loathe loud ass motorcycle assholes. there's a couple of real shit birds that periodically rip down my sleepy street where kids play.
I fantasize about rigging up some kind engineered high-tensile monofilament line that I could pull tight at 4' and pull down rapidly and taking their fucking heads.
I think motorcycles are cool, but Harley pricks with their overloud fartsleds are assholes.
I can't wait to read the novelization for the movie adaptation to Go Fish! starring Jim "from The Office" Kasinski, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, and Emily "I let Jim from The Office bust in me" Blunt.
I heard the 4 page treatment was greenlit for a $250 million budget with James Cameron attached to direct.
lol, that flick rocks! so many negative reviews from legacy media critics over anachronism, like they are all suddenly 12th century historians and find artistic license offensive to their dissertations on Mercian fashion or whatever-the-fuck. i thought it was a creative re-imagining that kept the important themes, punched up the action sequences spectacularly, and emphasized the modern parallels with a sledgehammer. aka: a great popcorn flick.
insurrectionary folk tales like robin hood last will last forever because they are for the people.
that's what I think of when I am reminded he once existed.
a true poster with a dedication to his craft that transcends disease and death.
literally 4% of valuation.
like buying a $200,000 joint and "investing" $8k. which would be like some extremely shitty used appliances from a shady junkyard and a single coat of the absolute garbage tier paint applied by somebody's drunk nephew for $30 a room.
I stand for the flag.
I sit for the cross.
I roll over and show my belly for treats.
looking forward to the Voting Freedom and Democracy Protection Act of 2028, a law that makes asking about voting a felony and ensures Wyoming's 2 US senators are chosen by "the man with the most expensive hat" from "this day forth or until Christ Our Lord returns and takes the hat for Himself."
they cropped out the lower part where his $1500 bespoke slacks are soaked with piss from crotch to cuff.
I was highly productive at work and got some shit done. mostly glad the shit I was working on was interesting.
what if instead of Dreamliner it's Cream Diner and it's just for the boys in a Waffle House bathroom.