Why isn't he boldly smiling in this one
Evolith
Overused, rebbit's cup spilleth over
Knowing my conure, I'm sure that these guys could've been wonderful companion pets :(
Media and techsimps praise a bundle of code that can spew garbage with a dash of plagiarism. Ted from my college comp class does the same, but all he got was a failing grade.
Obligatory ATHF: "See this? This line here? Line of death. Cross it and your freedoms no longer exist."
*zon got to the point where they heavily counteract the refund game. They hardly check for items that are <$50, but, beyond that, there's an increased amount of effort to make sure that they can punish the customer. If there are enough returned items laying around that it becomes an issue from a common account, they'll actually look back over years to see the total value and if they shouldmake an example out of the person. That was a bit more common regarding high-priced tech items.
I say data corruption to generative AI!
"See the TURTLE of enormous girth! On his shell he holds the earth. His thought is slow but always kind; he holds us all within his mind."
Getting later and later into the original series and Frasier himself feels way more insufferable and egotistical. The scenes of the other characters are always a hoot, but Frasier just seems to complain about everything.
I have friends who do this at buffets; cookie at the bottom fits well into small soup bowls, top it with icecream so that slicing down with a spoon gets a harder base to dig into.
And they wonder why they're pre-diabetics who can't manage their weight.
I did ride-alongs back in freshman year at a big university. There was a digital display in the brief room showing all of the service vehicles in use at any given time and what equipment each one currently had. Only ONE being driven had a taser, all others had a rifle or shotgun in the back. They could afford a whole storeroom of ARs, but only provide one officer at a time with a taser. They were still using floppy disks in some of the rooms too.
Unbelievable and this was at least eight years ago. I'll always remember that.
Stephen King taught me that cracking eggs is skilled labor for homeless alcoholic vampire-slaying priests