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It was 70 degrees out yesterday.
That is super concerning on alot of levels, but it did mean we could take 15 year old scout out to get his walk on in the woods.
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I broke the only rule when dealing with your regulator, keep your cool when they are being obtuse. Saying "this is industry standard stuff, anyone who has even passing experience with technology should grasp these concepts" was _not_ the correct decision.
We lost power mid meeting due to the wind storm, drastically increasing my displeasure. An unexpected cost of #ClimateChange
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This seems nifty and useful. Haven't perused it for malware, anybody done the deep dive?
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CW: haunting art that reminded me of After The Revolution by Robert Evans - spoiler alert for a very salient plot point
RE: https://mastodon.gamedev.place/@Hamsta180/116079873296144340
reminds me of the *Spoiler alert* christofascist drones from @robertevans #AfterTheRevolution #BehindTheBastards
https://burningbooks.com/products/after-the-revolution?variant=39948702941235
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was pondering how to root my television to eliminate yet another source of #spyware when i realized how prescient #Palahniuk was in #FightClub "what you own ends up owning you" - every device requires active attention in the 21st century or it will end up owning you.
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was pondering how to root my television to eliminate yet another source of #spyware when i realized how prescient #Palahniuk was in #FightClub "what you own ends up owning you" - every device requires active attention in the 21st century or it will end up owning you.
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was pondering how to root my television to eliminate yet another source of #spyware when i realized how prescient #Palahniuk was in #FightClub "what you own ends up owning you" - every device requires active attention in the 21st century or it will end up owning you.
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CW: uspol: cartoon imagery of violence
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CW: uspol: cartoon imagery of violence
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CW: uspol: cartoon imagery of violence
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CW: uspol: cartoon imagery of violence
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CW: uspol: cartoon imagery of violence
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This is the third board wipe in as many years.
1032 days ago, my exercise regime changed from "finish the number of reps" to "relax every muscle not under exercise" and holy shit has it been a game changer.
When I stopped caring about the weight or reps and just focused on the relaxation, #physicalfitness become an #exercise in #mindfulness and #relaxation that I actively make time for and look forward to.
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CW: uspol Pretti nazi side-by-side
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CW: Long hamlet quote repurposed as political jab at the felon in chief.
"Look here upon this picture and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two presidents.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow?
Hyperion’s curls, the front of Jove himself,An eye like Mars to threaten and command,
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill—
A combination and a form indeed
Where every god did seem to set his sealTo give the world assurance of a man.
This was your president. Look you now, what follows.Here is your president, like a mildewed ear
Blasting his wholesome predecessor.Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feedAnd batten on this moor? Ha, have you eyes?
You cannot call it policy, for at your age
The heyday in the law is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgment. And what judgment
Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have,Else could you not have motion. But sure that sense
Is apoplexed, for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne’er so thralled,
But it reserved some quantity of choice
To serve in such a difference. What devil was ’tThat thus hath cozened you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope. O shame, where is thy blush?Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a citizen's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will." -
CW: Long hamlet quote repurposed as political jab at the felon in chief.
"Look here upon this picture and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two presidents.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow?
Hyperion’s curls, the front of Jove himself,An eye like Mars to threaten and command,
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill—
A combination and a form indeed
Where every god did seem to set his sealTo give the world assurance of a man.
This was your president. Look you now, what follows.Here is your president, like a mildewed ear
Blasting his wholesome predecessor.Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feedAnd batten on this moor? Ha, have you eyes?
You cannot call it policy, for at your age
The heyday in the law is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgment. And what judgment
Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have,Else could you not have motion. But sure that sense
Is apoplexed, for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne’er so thralled,
But it reserved some quantity of choice
To serve in such a difference. What devil was ’tThat thus hath cozened you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope. O shame, where is thy blush?Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a citizen's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will." -
CW: Long hamlet quote repurposed as political jab at the felon in chief.
"Look here upon this picture and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two presidents.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow?
Hyperion’s curls, the front of Jove himself,An eye like Mars to threaten and command,
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill—
A combination and a form indeed
Where every god did seem to set his sealTo give the world assurance of a man.
This was your president. Look you now, what follows.Here is your president, like a mildewed ear
Blasting his wholesome predecessor.Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feedAnd batten on this moor? Ha, have you eyes?
You cannot call it policy, for at your age
The heyday in the law is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgment. And what judgment
Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have,Else could you not have motion. But sure that sense
Is apoplexed, for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne’er so thralled,
But it reserved some quantity of choice
To serve in such a difference. What devil was ’tThat thus hath cozened you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope. O shame, where is thy blush?Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a citizen's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will." -
CW: Long hamlet quote repurposed as political jab at the felon in chief.
"Look here upon this picture and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two presidents.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow?
Hyperion’s curls, the front of Jove himself,An eye like Mars to threaten and command,
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill—
A combination and a form indeed
Where every god did seem to set his sealTo give the world assurance of a man.
This was your president. Look you now, what follows.Here is your president, like a mildewed ear
Blasting his wholesome predecessor.Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feedAnd batten on this moor? Ha, have you eyes?
You cannot call it policy, for at your age
The heyday in the law is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgment. And what judgment
Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have,Else could you not have motion. But sure that sense
Is apoplexed, for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne’er so thralled,
But it reserved some quantity of choice
To serve in such a difference. What devil was ’tThat thus hath cozened you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope. O shame, where is thy blush?Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a citizen's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will."