I love the promise of passkeys but it’s been painfully obvious the promises are just wallpaper over the actual intent which is vendor lockin.
4grams
the internet was a mistake
Fallout and Walton Goggins, it’s no wonder I love it so far.
not even a sports guy but it was a decent flick and has had me wondering, ever since I saw it, why Sean William Scott hasn't had a bigger career.
I’m convinced it’s the same “fuck you get mine” mentality that it always has been. turnip just is showing them how to play the game. these clownshoes all think they can be the next one to cheat their way to the top. new american dream everyone.
given the way they have been ruling lately, and given the schedule, this is what I'm expecting.
I eat the whole banana, skin and all. Who has time for peeling?
Yeah, you are right, she’s not the speaker, she’s the shrill conspiratorial shouter.
Isn’t she already?
One of my life’s biggest regrets, I missed seeing RATM live at the St Paul GOP convention because I was seeing a taping of the Daily Show there, and this fucker turned out to be the guest.
Always, always, always is.
the garage. I was 6 or 7, my mom was undergoing a major health situation and the medication wasn't doing her mental processes any favors. One morning she was running late and so asked me to start her car. I'd never started a car in my life, I had no idea what to do and I couldn't reach the pedals so I asked my younger sibling to help out. I stayed on the floor and operated the pedals, my sibling was in charge of the key.
mind you, this was a stickshift and it was parked in the driveway, facing the garage door.
I have no idea what we actually did, I only remember the crashes as we went through the garage door and through the back wall. The front of the car now blocking the alley, we yanked the key ran to hide because we had just taken down a fucking building ruined mom's new car, and thought we were going to be killed. Of course she instantly realized what happened and knew that she was at fault so when she found us we were of course in no trouble; but man, what a ride that was...