Nah, make it worse! The BIOS randomly selects between zero and three ports and ignores them for a random amount of time. It always rerolls when you reboot or when the timer runs out. They are all real and do work, but you never know which ones (if any) or how long.

I’ve never even tried this, but now I’m gonna have to give it a whirl.

So it’s all football?

Always has been.

I feel the same about my '12 Civic LX. The only thing I’d give it up for is the same car with a stick.

Your celebratory balloon collection, duh!

Presenting one of the classic hacker’s tools:

Wiki article on phone phreaking for the uninitiated. The short version is that this whistle could be used to reproduce the tone used by phone companies to disconnect a call in progress, allowing the hacker to initiate a long distance phone call back when dialing long distance could be downright pricey. These whistles were used to make long distance phone calls for free.

Please do not grabung to my aus. Danke.

Andrew Tate keeps his biological building blocks in his mobile device’s battery. This arrangement functions well in prison.

Put another way:

Incel’s cells in cell’s cell excel in cell.

Dang. Guess I’m gonna have to go yet another week keeping my PS2 offline.

Aw man, this reminds me that I have a busted PSP I need to fix. I’ve been wanting a pocket emulator for some time, and I used to have a PSP ages ago that I’d jailbroken to play SNES games lol

My parents helped me move into my first own apartment in August 2014. It was so hot and humid. First thing I did was barf. I’m autistic, I hate change, and my move symbolized a mammoth change in my life. I was 22. I’d just graduated college. I moved to the city away from my friends. I would be starting my first full-time job that following Monday. My life as I knew it was ending, and something else was beginning. I’m sure the heat exhaustion wasn’t helping. I lied in bed, watching the ceiling spin and spin and spin and spin until I couldn’t take it anymore and said my prayers to the porcelain gods for the rest of the night.

I believe I moved on a Wednesday so I had time to get my bearings. Figure out where things were and what there was to do. I was never a drinker so even though the area was lousy with watering holes, I never visited any of them. But I did get to game over the weekend. My first day at work wasn’t too bad, either. I got paid seventeen bucks an hour to sort time cards on my first day. Paychecks were a month in arrears. You had to wait til the end of the following month to collect your first payday so since I started on the 11th and not the 1st of the month, those first few months were rough.

Took me a while to poop with the door open. I only got to do that for maybe a half year before I met and moved in with my now wife. She doesn’t deserve to smell that shit, but she does tell me I the farts I fart in my sleep are war crimes lol

This is why I swapped my RTX 4070 with my brother for his 7700 XT. He offered me some money on top of it. I told him happy birthday because it matters more to me that it just fucking works instead of requiring a blood sacrifice every six weeks to not boot into a void.

Or, as Linus put it, fuck you NVIDIA.

Edit: No problems at all since I swapped the 7700 into my machine, by the way. Getting GPU drivers on my brother’s Win 11 machine was a whole task by itself. Even on Windows, getting NVIDIA drivers to work isn’t a painless experience.

Breaking the waves is how I get 45-50 mpg on commutes in my 2012 Civic. And that’s with the air conditioning turned on. If I maintain a fairly steady 50-60 miles an hour, I will easily go 400+ miles on a tank.

I love driving cars as much as I love wrenching on them. That is to say it’s among my favorite things when I want to, and I want to stick a red hot poker in my eyes when I have to.

Don’t speak for me. You have no idea what my ass will do.

It’s more than my wife and I earn in a month combined, and where we’re from, we’re not poor.

Not only did my parents have sex (ew), but also, I didn’t fuckin’ ask to be here. Now I have to do shit like:

• Have a job,
• Pay bills,
• Go to my job so I can pay my bills so I can go to my job so I can pay my bills so I can go to my job so I can pay my bills so I can go to my job so I can pay my bills so I can go to my job so I can pay my bills…
• Brush and see a dentist regularly,
• Wear pants,
• Be anxious, depressed, autistic, and attention insufficient,
• Take medications for the above conditions,
• Poop,
• Pee,
• Eat healthy regularly,
• Not get fat despite all of the easy to get calorie-dense foods out there,
• Schedule checkups with a doctor, and eventually
• Die

And society (whatever that is) expects me to have sex and have kids, too! UGH.

Jazz Fission?

For real, my wife is around 2. I like mine about 4 or 5. I want a good crunch, but she likes her bacon flaccid.

She also takes her steak at a medium. I want my steak all but still mooing.

Do we need to compensate for the curvature of the earth?