You know, there was some pop and disco from the old Soviet Union (well, from the 1970s to around 1994) that was surprisingly good. I'm working my way through a collection of it on Youtube and yeah, I'd listen to much of it again.
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Here's one from 1994 that's the current song in the playlist I'm listening to at the moment (I'm halfway through this very song 
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View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VI59CbJ2EcQ&list=PL7N7gutWNW3KPSdmufV73EZS589hK9eZG&index=45
): View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VI59CbJ2EcQ&list=PL7N7gutWNW3KPSdmufV73EZS589hK9eZG&index=45
Have to say it feels strange talking to people for whom the 1990s are just as much an anachronism as the 1890s.
If we can vote, mine would be for either #3 or #4. On the others, the high-res components on an 8-bit sprite look a bit off...?
Hey, this could be a poll!
Edit: And they beat me to it.
Hey, this could be a poll!
Edit: And they beat me to it.
About as many pins as you can fit in the head of a punk-goth angel.
It could work. An alien civilization that spent most of their development cycle on biological science, that eventually grew to engineer living ships that could cross dimensional boundaries - create and burrow through actual wormholes in space - are just now exploring what is to them the advanced and revolutionary field of materials science.
Their weaponry, being biological in nature, has little to no effect on humanity due to differences in physiology. Therefore, the new and (to them) highly advanced weaponry using black powder and spears is what's their arsenal in their takeover bid against Earth.
Ew. "So what are you bringing to the Donner's party?"
Where I live, I pay $0.14 per kW/h. Not too expensive...until I factor in the delivery charges, access charges, municipal charges, provincial charges, charging me a rate charges, extra environmental charges, a-coupla-extra-bucks-can't-hurt charges, and taxes, then taxes again. After all that, it's almost cheaper to have more kids and get them to run on the hamster wheel generator than it is to get power from the utilities. Bleh.
"We are pleased to announce that for the comfort and convenience of the first explorers on Mars, our first McDonald's outlet has been established on Elysium Planitia. The brave astronauts can enjoy a Big Mac or a nugget extra value meal prepared fresh by our staff, and takeout is available from our DriveThru window. McDonalds. I'm Lovin' It ™!"And Mars. You forgot Mars.
Cheaper to send up replacement staff than install a proper airlock.
Hmph. Santa's on my list. All I ever wanted as a kid was an Apple ][ or a C-64, or maybe one of those build-your-own-circuit kits, and all I ever got was clothes and other appropriate items. I ever catch that fat man, he got some s'plainin' to do.
I got curious and stepped back into some of the Elon Musk and Soap Box threads for the first time in gods know how long....less than ten minutes in there and I can't believe how exhausted I feel coming up for air. How on earth do the mods in there handle it day after day?
The Apple pony lounge, where every pony is a minimalistic monochrome featureless equine? The DIY pony lounge, source of Frankenponies? The....no. Lord and Lady, no.
What do I keep walking in on? First and yesterday it was a discussion involving OnlyFans exam rooms, then the next time I poke my nose in we're talking selling second hand socks, and now we're discussing Hot Wheels? What am I missing out on?
"I'll send some tickets to a movie, a harmless. fun activity. Then I'll put those tickets inside of a box and then put that box inside of another box and when that box arrives, ahahahahahahaha, I'll smash the current sales record! It's brilliant, brilliant, genius, I say!"
Yes, but the processor installs! And the RAID controller cabling! <sigh>
Wait, so Looney Tunes was as much documentary as kids cartoon?
The sheets, the coffee, the pillows, the nicotine-gum chewing lady womaning the front desk, the pool water...
So long as you're careful never to tell her where to go.
Well, yeah. It's not just a trope, though...it'd be like an English speaker having their apartment or office on the Death Floor.
"Where should this be delivered?"
"Oh, bring it to 515 Baker St, Death Floor, apartment Death-17."
It's kind of like that.
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Well, all right....but if we get posts featuring characters with names like Rock Hardhammer, Sandy Canyons, or Flor "Knuckles" Deepak....then can we get an eye roll reaction?
I could make an inappropriate joke about how that exact expression is one nearly every woman's seen from two feet away at least once in her life....but I won't.
Including the hat.
Maybe Preston could go lend a hand while I patrol the street for a change?
Or don the Power Armor and fight the nightmare eating the raiders along the street? Instead of asking the lady who'd sensibly rather leave the area when the junior Godzilla makes an appearance?
The current was hot enough to disassemble her into a cloud of smoke, which, as it rose over the scene, caught a glint of the setting sun. It didn't smell good, a contrast against the ethereal delicacy of what was once a woman, was now a memory. No time to think about it. Not if I wanted to avoid meeting up with her.
Quick. Grab this bag, that one. Take the keys, toss them into the bushes. Touch two fingers to my lips and sketch a salute to the dissipating mist above the wreck across the street; the only eulogy she was going to get. The only kind she expected to get, but at least I could give it to her before I ran. And run I had to, as the sound of engines grew louder around the way. I'd raise a glass to her later, and I owed it to her to make sure there would be a later.
A dash across the dead grass, the dead gardens, into a dead house. Through, out, into the alley. Yagi was waiting for all of this, and I would get it all to him. Yagi-sama, I remind myself...she always said he deserved the "sama" honorific, never did tell me why, never would now. Over the fence, crunch of bones underfoot as I run. Another ten klicks, and now on foot.
Alone. Of all that was before, I'm now the last of us.
I'm a little impressed that this was a scenario the Xenforo devs took into account and had a handler for.
So my niece is teaching herself programming. Comes to me and says, "old code is confusing...I need the Rosetta Stone to understand half of it!" So I sent her this:
She did not find that helpful.
section .data hello db 'Hello, World!', 0 section .text global _start _start: ; write syscall mov eax, 4 mov ebx, 1 mov ecx, hello mov edx, 13 int 0x80 ; exit syscall mov eax, 1 xor ebx, ebx int 0x80 | #include <iostream> int main() { std::cout << "Hello, World!" << std::endl; return 0; } | print("Hello, World!") |
She did not find that helpful.
Just got word that my extended family came through all right in the quake that rocked Taiwan this morning, so I'm happy.
Food and cleaning would be helpful in the immediate term. Either some delivery or someone to help cook her favorite post-surgery foods. Especially if she's in the hospital still; hospital food is not very comforting especially after major life-changing surgery. And coming home to a clean house with a clean bed and clean clothes goes a long way.
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