Not those spoons, spoons.
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Not those spoons, spoons.
When there are no more spoons, you need to just go to bed.
Privacy? You can’t have privacy.
It’s to block access to CSAM. Shame it blocks everything else.
The address on my restraining order isn’t current. Get me your new address and I’ll get you.
Something. I’ll get you something.
Print jobs are both completed successfully and failed until someone checks the queue.
I don’t miss them either, but they were necessary in moving our portable devices forward. Everyone and their best friend was making bigger and faster laptops. No one was making power efficient and light ones. Netbooks filled that need. And cost less than a macbook air but a large margin.
I used an Acer one with an atom as a mobile terminal for six years before the battery gave up on me. I was getting a day’s work out of a device I could fit in my (oversized) back pockets. And since it was just an SSH device, the speed didn’t matter.
Perhaps, but the unpleasant ones are usually very unpleasant and sometimes violent.
My wife and I will accommodate vegans so long as they’re content to keep it to themselves. If we don’t wish to eat the same thing, that’s our choice and not intended as an offense.
For me, it isn’t really a hatred, more a “I’m tired of hearing about this.” It’s almost never “I’m vegan” and that’s the end of it. It’s all too often “I’m vegan and you should be too and you should feel bad for not being vegan and here in my TED talk I will cover…”
Be vegan if you want. If you decide to proselytize, take “no” or “stop” for an answer.
I only have so many spoons, and the tasks are unending…