

Or, a small pair of pliers can open a brake bleed valve.
Linux gamer, retired aviator, profanity enthusiast
Or, a small pair of pliers can open a brake bleed valve.
Oh lah de fucking dah look at Mr. Fancy Pants with his cat that shits inside the box.
My first contact with Linux was via amateur radio. I didn’t want to hook my radio up to my main PC in case I wired something wrong, so I got one of those newfangled Raspberry Pis, circa 2013. Raspbian Wheezy was my first distro.
Not long after, my old laptop died and I needed a new one. Bought a Dell, it came with WIndows 8.1. Holy shit what an unusable pile. I hated that OS a lot. And then the laptop outright died. I was going back to school, I needed a PC to do school work on, and I’ve had flesh wounds I was satisfied with more than Dell’s warranty support. It took them pretty much an entire semester of “We’ll fix it in three weeks or so, when the one guy who does field repairs in your state will look at it”, “it’s fixed” it breaks almost instantly, before I finally demanded they replace the entire machine. Which they did, with a different, lesser, model. I am no longer a customer of Dell.
This left me doing all of my school work on a Raspberry Pi 1B, and then a Pi 2, for about 3 months. So I got a bit of a crash course in managing a Linux system.
Once I finally got a working laptop, Windows 8.1 felt more alien to me than Linux Mint did. It would actually have been more work to learn Windows 8.1 than Mint Cinnamon. So I became a full time Linux user.
Okay so I think we can call that decided. The Council Of Internet Nonsense has spoken. A metric gallon is equal to 4 liters or 1.05669 US gallons. It has been COINed.
Or would a metric gallon be 4 liters?
A “metric ton” is 1000 kilograms, or 2200 pounds, which is a shade more than a short ton at 2,000 pounds.
A US gallon is 4 quarts, which is about equal to 3.8 liters. So if a metric gallon was 4 liters, it’d be just a shade more than a US gallon.
Now there are two of them?
Specifically a haunted copy of Majora’s Mask.
I’m gonna start calling my scratch awl a “trocar” just to be a little dark.
My first word every morining is usually “Izzy!” likely followed by “Shut up” or “Calm down.” Because she’s going ballistic that I’m not 45 minutes early with her breakfast.
Desert Strike was my last.
You know, I didn’t doubt that for a single second.
What are we up to now? Differently intellected youth? Synaptically challeneged? Or can we wrap back around to stupid kids?
It’s a rabbit, I bet he’s still fast as fuck.
Probably doesn’t prevent HIV.
I’ve encountered this: This treatment is $10,000 if you pay out of pocket, but we’ll charge your insurance company $680 for it.
imminently stackable borzoi.
This is why I’m sure spoken English and written English are two different languages. Information is carried through vocal emphasis that the standard alphabet doesn’t contain symbols for. Online we often resort to bold or italics or allcaps, whatever is available.
I am in fact saying that as a teenagers’ elder.
NEVER respect your elders. None of them have earned it.
In the US in the 90’s there was a pen, IIRC it was marketed as the Squiggle Writer, which was basically that. Fairly large plastic pen that had a vibrator at the far end, and interchangeable ballpoints that could be slotted into the writing end. When running, as you wrote with it it would cause the pen to draw little loops.
It was a plausibly deniable sex toy.