Transminmaxing - time to optimise the fun out of everything

The trick is to say "Linux sucks! It can't even X!" Where X is what your issue is preventing. You'll get the answer, to prove you wrong.

Do the adverts still work? I'd hate for people to miss out on the full experience.

I've had the same PC of thesius since at least 2008

I imagine that if Harry Potter really did originate in the 1950's, we'd probably discover the author had all sorts of problematic viewpoints

Careful, suggesting Tesla's don't make for good submersibles might get you called a pedo

It's not gay it's gayns

Malware is free too

Users are bound by the version of the terms they agree with when they start using the product. There may be a term that says ongoing usage when the terms change constitutes acceptance of a change.
Unity are trying to say they can make the change retroactively, but the 2022 (and prior) terms apparently included a clause saying that if future changes were detrimental to the user they could stay on old versions of the software and remain bound by the old terms. That's one angle Devs could use to tell them to get fucked There may be others.

If you cut your own hair, it won't grow back. That was a lie my mum told me (after I experimented with the scissors). I believed her for years because there was a gap in my hairline. Eventually I realised "how would the hair know who cut it?" The gap in my hairline was just my parting.

I believed LCD screens in digital watches were made of mercury (they were silver after all), which I knew was toxic. I thought that if you touched the display directly, you'd die. One day, I'd disassembled a cheap watch to see how it worked - I took everything apart back then, eventually I got good at putting them back together again. Drove my parents mad, but these days they always have something for me to fix whenever I go round.
Anyway, I had this watch in pieces, handling the innards like an IED, but disaster! I brushed the back of the screen with a fingertip.

I was dead. It was just a matter of time. I didn't cry or run for help, nothing could be done, I was resigned to my fate.
After about an hour of continued existence I began to doubt my assumptions. It dawned on me that something so frighteningly lethal wouldn't be simply handed to children with nothing but a cheap, press fit case! That said this was in the 80s, and back the I also believed it was both safe and fun to help demolish an asbestos cement outbuilding by jumping on the sheets to smash them into little pieces. That one might still get me, we'll see.

You're paying for the curated selection. Been to the seashore lately? Most of that shits all chipped and broken.