OH, that’s the name and not the current rating! Pick up there phone, it’s fucking Zeus!

This is one if my favorite fixes. Capacitors are significantly cheaper than a new air conditioner, easy to test with the right multimeter, and so easy to replace that most people could do it with minimum research.

Are you saying he was a plant?

Well, there goes that brand.

Oh, you won’t be able to store anything on local storage, just your personal SharePoint site through OneDrive. The one drive you’ll ever need! If you’re not online, your computer will wait until you are.

This level of pedantry is not good to foster unless you want all of your words, systems, and rules questioned.

And I’m sure the person who steals that file will really appreciate the effort you put in.

I’ve literally searched networks for files with the word “password” in the title to find documents just… sitting on a network drive anyone could access.

At the very least, go get KeePass! It’s free, can run without installation, and can even type for you.

Both a welcoming invitation and savage burn at the same time. Love that community.

Currently reading your comment at 3am sick as a dog too. Solidarity!

It makes looking out wider, bit that means looking in would be more focused. Careful it doesn’t light your car on fire in the sunshine.

Oh yes, absolutely.

On my brother’s side, where I would need to walk around the half wall, crawl over him in his bed, and pull the roller shade that he would inevitably reopen during the day.

When I was a kid my parents got a pool from a family friend. It was up for a few years before the liner deteriorated and we took it down again.

In the summers between school years the sun would perfectly reflect off the pool, through the window on my brother’s side of the room, off the ceiling fan’s white blades as it spun, and directly into my fucking face with a strobing effect.

Paddling your children was a time-honored tradition back then, and connections between parents and sexual fantasy has been around since at least that one Greek dude. I’d bet manual not required.

This is a horror story. The person flips the switch accidentally one day and when they flip it back on…

• they aren’t the same person
• they lose all their memories because they were stored in RAM
• something evil is no longer contained
• nothing happens, they just stay off. FOREVER!
• they crap their pants, it’s the bowel control switch

I mean, it’s trying to integrate itself into Discord at a high level, so much so that you can see if a friend is online to send them an invite or message without needing to open the app.

The only odd thing is to join servers in your behalf, but if you wanted to join a server without opening Discord directly, wouldn’t it need that permission?

This doesn’t seem that egregious, and the long list is quite informative of exactly what it can do.

If you saw someone who staved to death, you may say their remains were emaciated; they died of starvation.

If you saw someone who died from lack of water, you may say their remains are desiccated; they died of dehydration.

Well, it looked a lot worse until the last person put it on.

Nya is an onomatopoeia for the sound a cat makes. Typically associated with pop culture representations of felines, catgirls/boys, and other cat-like beings.

First, my local store has 2 gallon buckets that were 1/5 the price of their fancy designer trash cans, fit a standard shopping bag nicely, and also would be perfect for the emergency puke pail.

Second, I’ve always kneeled down with arms on the rim to prevent anything coming out my nose. Is that an issue with the bucket seat raising your body higher?

It’s fun! We swear! You might think there’s a thousand more interesting things to do, which is true, but this also may be fun!