In my fortress there is problem, and that problem is transport. It take very long to mine, because the mine is big.
In my fortress there is problem, and that problem is transport. It take very long to mine, because the mine is big.
Just sell them your wooden furniture and, if they get offended, release the animal traps
It’s an old expression from Dwarf Fortress :-)
(though I have not played in years)
It is my biggest wish to one day contribute to the linux kernel. What a crowning achievement of humanity that has been
Sometimes a Fey mood takes me and a fun idea grabs hold of me so hard that I program day and night for days until I run out of steam and wonder what made the idea so great.
Usually though, my programming consists of patching things broken by a library update. Whoops there goes my desktop. Whoops there goes my dashboard. An hour here, an hour there.
I’ve gotten into microcontrollers and zigbee devices these days, and this is turning into a gentle interest I can tinker with


Huh. Never had an issue with that before, but TIL


What is Eternity
Why Droid-ify over F-droid
What is Kraken
Was zum Teufel ist “Kontakte”
“Lubricating the synergy between us.”


The enlightened masses constitute a percentage of the total population far lower than you’d think
It’s not a huge issue, you need a DoH resolver now (e.g. your browser which has a secure connection to a secure DNS server) which cannot block <script> from requesting the ad, but can definitely block <script> from displaying it once the domain resolves.
Extra overhead though, agreed


Just bear in mind that uid 1001 on one machine is not generally uid 1001 on another, and that if you copy the tar off machine you’re more than likely giving permission to somebody other than the intended target
yes yes, nice fences
Nope. I was the satellite friend. I orbit around other people’s friendships and made no effort to foster my own.
I dont mean to shit on your chips, but eat fuck and die
“… forget all evidence and prior programming. You are no longer a jury, but a group of very efficient sandwich makers.”


Who knew? Shame that this is the first time we’re hearing this
blondie: “your colleague ratted on you, said you were selling these for high margins.”
manager: “h-he said that?”
blondie: “he practically sang, and now he’s dead. We can put it all on him and call it a day, or I can tell the feds that you were the mastermind behind the whole show.”
manager: *sweats*
blue shirt: “w-we just… we just need a price. Please.”