“Where! Are! The nuclear! Subs! Deployed!”
In Alameda, I guess?
“Where! Are! The nuclear! Subs! Deployed!”
In Alameda, I guess?
Mr. Skeltal’s was worse.
Edit: I misremembered the meme. It was Mr. Bones. Doot doot.
If I thought some other place would take me, I would.
Ubuntu is a bit of a shit distro, but I still have a soft spot for it because it was my first Linux experience.
That seems like an “Out of the frying pan and into the fire” type of situation.
So letting a bunch of isolated inbred hermits in the middle of nowhere decide everything instead is a better way of doing things?
That’s only on the page itself, not the browser. Doesn’t matter what site you visit, you can right click the back button and anything else that’s not part of the web page.
The King is dead. Long live the King. The people going after these sites are just playing a game of whack-a-mole. New sites will always sprout up to fill in the gap.
That’s not far off of something that happened to me once a few years ago. My computer suddenly started struggling one day, and I quickly figured out that my hard drive suddenly had 500 gigs or so of extra data somewhere. I had to find a tool that would let me see how much space a given folder was taking up, and eventually I found an absolutely HUMONGOUS error log file. After I cleared it out, the file rapidly filled up again when I used a program I’d been using all the time. I think it was Minecraft or something. Anyway, my duck tape solution was to just make that log file read-only, since the error in question didn’t actually affect anything else.
Bread is a requirement for something to be a sandwich, so you’ll have to convince me that a tortilla is bread. You might be able to make a case for the soft flour tortilla, but I just don’t see how hard corn tortillas can possibly fit under the umbrella of “bread”.
I live across street from one of these where a restaurant used to be. I don’t know enough to love or hate the idea of these buildings, but this one’s a damn eyesore. The siding panels are various shades of pale grayish blue, with fucking CAUTION VEST YELLOW panels randomly sprinkled in. It’s just this big plain box with tiny-ass windows and the worst color combination I’ve ever seen.
Putting the roll on backwards doesn’t stop my cats. I have to have a towel draped in front of the roll.
So, Kevin Conroy’s ghost is going to haunt Putin?
It’s a link to the website’s front page, not the offending images.
power in mice
Hamsters, not mice. Get it right.
True, and this time “The House” wasn’t the casino.
I don’t know. Laptop seems a bit small. I’d be having typos all the time with that setup.
This whole thing made me remember those old Menard’s ads that would end with the old guy drawing a circle with his jaw while saying “menAAAAAARRRRRRRDSSS!!!”