It’s a little worse than that. Consider the intimate the contact between fido’s hindquarters and that seat.

Well, now you have charcoal to cook the next batch correctly.

There’s a version of this where 3rd person movement controls are logical to the avatar, rather than to the screen. Only in this case, it’s the developers who are wrong. I’m looking at you, Resident Evil 1.

I did most of a Dark Souls playthrough with a PS3 controller that was breaking down. There’s a tiny foam block on the inside that, after some years of abuse, will flatten out and trigger spurious inputs if some controls are pressed too hard. This caused an interesting challenge, since after panic-rolling, I would usually stand back up disarmed (d-pad right/left swaps that hand out for an alt item which was empty). It seemed kinda/sorta natural that way, and didn’t know that wasn’t a game mechanic (in this already ludicrously hard game) until I talked to some friends about it.

Edit: I made it through about 75% of the game like this.

In that scenario, we’ve already said goodbye to sadness. Regret, anxiety, self-loathing, and severe-bowel-discomfort just pulled up and are joining the party uninvited.

Go back far enough, and you uncover dishes with wonderful names like Farts of Portingale.

More like: Brad discovers the American equivalent of a Hanko, along with all the pain that creates.

You may also want to push on the valve-stem push valve with a “jesus stick”. This is literally “I wouldn’t touch that with a ten-foot-pole” territory, so go find an eleven foot one with a sharp point at the end.

Tires are the enemy.

Lot of people been asking me why my voice beeps all the f**king time. The Torgue shareholders wired my voicebox with a digital censor, so I can’t say stuff like S**t c**k p***y or f**kin-d**kballs. That’s like half my vocabulary, it’s goddamn bulls**t!!

The text just says look 10 hours younger. To me, that means un-doing all the apparent signs of aging: superficial stuff. Less wrinkles, fewer sunspots/freckles, hair is back where it used to be, no more cataracts, etc. Meanwhile, your internal organs, bones, and muscles keep going with the usual aging process.

I imagine this working in a monkey’s paw kind of way. First, the local gravel suppliers just keep mis-delivering things to places where you happen to be. Then they start talking and figure out how to get rid of you so you stop costing them so much business. You survive, skip town, only to start again. You get incredibly wealthy from re-selling all this free gravel. Eventually, mountaintops start dissapearing due to all the illegal quarrying going on…

1. Sheer horror. You’ll never be able to eat these again.
2. This has been brought up before. Gravel isn’t cheap. This is basically infinite money.
3. If used continuously, you’re basically The Flash.
4. Just a bad idea unless you can put it inside your existing nose for double the sniff-sensitivity.
5. Okay, that’s just fun.
6. Again, used continuously, this is the fountain of youth. You’ll still die of old age though.
7. Only useful under very specific circumstances. Also, define a “container”.
8. Unless the Khitan civilization knew things we don’t, this isn’t useful at all.
9. Fast as he is now or when he was alive?

Eh, it depends on circumstances and the people involved. In all cases, the original couple now has a beef, so that’s where we agree.

Where things get subtle is whether or not the other girlfriend here knew that the boyfriend was cheating or not. If that’s established beyond doubt, then yeah, I can see how a confrontation would make sense. It’s still not a good idea though; they’ve demonstrated a skewed moral compass already so that could go poorly and for probably little gain in the end.

Even murkier is how different people practice non-monogamy. Some folks are free to have multiple partners without them ever meeting each other face-to-face. Others prefer to interactively collaborate and vet partners instead. Even then there’s all kinds of variations, agreements, limitations, and so on. Which is to say if someone is up front and vocal about being one of those situations, do you really know that’s true? And, if on that trust you wind up accidentally crossing a boundary with someone, how would anyone parse out the truth?

So, yeah, probably don’t start a beef with the third party just to be safe, unless you’re absolutely, positively, 100% sure that’s not going to blow up on you.

Good days are in short supply right now. Why you do this?

Only if both spouses were previously married, and you ask first. With the right crowd, that’s a howler.

We tried this though. “C” stopped being an average grade and therefore “okay”, a long time ago.

Thank you.

It’s been a hot minute, but here’s what I recall.

Take a look under /etc/systemd/system/ This is a good place to put custom system files.

You’ll want to add your new foobar.service file here, then run systemctl daemon-reload or systemctl reload foobar to make systemd load the new config file. Then you can run systemctl start foobar and so on.

The rest is up to you and the published docs for the system file itself. My recommendation is to also try to understand daemons you may already use like nginx, apache, postgresql, etc. Their configs can be found by first running systemctl status <servicename> and to look at the Loaded: line. Most of the packaged stuff is hanging out under /lib/systemd/system.

I appreciate that. And don’t count yourself as less advanced - a lot of folks would consider using a CM tool like Ansible to be pretty wizardly stuff.