Years unfucking computer systems and old Swedish cars taught me not to trust problems that seem to magically "fix themselves."
Things break for reasons, which means there must be reasons they appear to "fix themselves."
A 1908 Waltham 610 -- actually running -- arrived today! It immediately went into that case that arrived a few weeks ago, the one whose chrome back looked rather orange-peely. It fit very nicely. It does need a minute hand, but it so happens I have a set of pre-WWI Waltham hands around here. At least it's not the second hand.
And it runs!
Gurp yawning in high resolution.
I like it when asshole agencies that shouldn't exist run out of money. All those new recruits will regret it when they don't get paid.
Amazingly, it works. I have not seen this Sony PDA sync to a computer in over 20 years. This was fiddly and not really reliable, mostly due to having to sync it to Windows 7 running in a VM (there hasn't been a Palm Desktop for Mac in decades). But it was able to talk.
Further testing makes me think the IR emitter in the TG50 is fuxxored, but the jury's still out on that.
Well, that sucks. Peter Arnett died. He was amazing in Baghdad in 1991. I am too young to remember much about his reporting from Vietnam, and we were a Walter Cronkite household, and so saw Dan Rather a lot. But he was very skilled and had a calm presence.
"president" shitlicker will probably say something asinine like "HE WORKED FOR CNN FAKE NEWS!!! TERRIBLE REPORTER!!!"
He actually went to war, you snot-nosed pseudo-rich draft-dodging cuntwipe. Shut your fucking piehole. Put a chainsaw in it
A useful phrase I've used for almost fifty years is,
"Shoulds aren't ises."
Have you noticed that trump thinks the worst thing he can say about someone in the media is to make up lies about their "terrible ratings?"
To him, that is indeed the worst possible thing: he equates "low ratings" with "people don't like you," and THAT is the worst possible thing... for him.
He is possibly the most insecure human ever hatched on this planet.
Exploit that.
Make him look laughable and ridiculous at every opportunity.
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Thank you.
#dst #publicserviceannouncementsfromthenearfuture
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These COPilot ads on the baseball game...
"The computer you can talk to"
Rapidly becomes
"The computer who won't shut the fuck up"
Rapidly becomes
"The computer who won't turn off"
Rapidly becomes
"The computer who always listens in on you"
Rapidly becomes
"The computer whose records Microsoft readily hands over to cops without telling you."
Don't buy Windows 11.
Buy a hammer.
Harrot would like to say hi. She is over a foot wide.
If you want the backstory, I subscribed to TunnelBear's VPN because it worked great for the Paris Olympics in helping me not have to watch NBC's asinine coverage.
That was then.
The current version is rickety and *fails silently*.
And then EXPOSES YOUR REAL IP TO THE DESTINATION.
Glad I wasn't downloading the Epstein files or trump's pee tape. What if I was a journalist in Gaza or Ukraine?
I told them "this shit could actually get somebody killed."
I no longer recommend TunnelBear VPN.
NB: I have not actually sent that draft yet, but you get the idea I am not patient with shit I paid for that doesn't work.
Reminds me, I will go back and pay ElementaryOS. That stuff does work.
I no longer recommend TunnelBear VPN.
Trying to install ElementaryOS and it is VERY DIFFICULT WITH THIS THING HELPING and it is NOT addressed anywhere in the FAQ!
@danirabbit is there a particular Mastodon client for ElementaryOS 8, or do I just use one intended for Ubuntu?
(And yes, I'm running it in a VM long enough to have a look at it)
Gurp is not having this.
Kitten retrieval complete. The Red Dot helped, since I can no longer climb under beds, which this kitten falls off a lot. But I drew her out with the Red Dot and snarfed her. That trick will not work forever, but it only has to work until they're out of local quarantine after their vet visit Saturday, and then they will be free to chase Gurp and attempt to nurse off him.
That is his worst nightmare.
As senior catware, Gurp gets the cereal milk, for which he waits, looking more and more panicky as he sees me get further and further down the bowl.
Then he slurps the leftover milk, and having gotten what he came for, leaves.
Gurp is a moron.
