Mitt Romney says “Hi.”

Guidance counselors. One of them tried to convince my parents that I was on drugs…in 4th grade. Turned out that I had an undiagnosed mental disorder.

And on the third try, you think you accidentally failed to hit the last key, and so you have to start all over again.

I’m also considering just getting a portable, 128GB FLAC player with a minijack connection and moving on with my life without getting involved in networking at all.

Yeah, I’d say that this is definitely the way to go. My .mp3 player only has something like 8 gigs of storage, but it takes a MicroSD card. With a 1 tb card, I can carry all the music I want (and realistically, given that your collection is pretty small, you could get away with a whole lot less than that).

This is why I never bought a domain. Can’t give up on your dreams if you never pursued them in the first place!

Apparently someone, somewhere out there is subscribing to this shit, or else they wouldn’t keep pushing it on us. And frankly, that’s both hilarious and disturbing.

The sheer pettiness of people on the Internet will never fail to amuse me.

Is it sufficient to set the Enhanced Tracking Protection to “Strict” (which claims to block cross-site cookies in all windows), or is there something else you have to do?

I was already going to crawl over cut glass to vote for her/against Drumph. Walz doesn’t change anything for me, but if Internet comments are to be believed, picking him does make me slightly more optimistic about our chances come November.

Literally the plot of a dystopian movie from 20 years ago.

I’m a Dr. Pepper man myself, but I like the cut of your jib.

That’s antisemitic!

/s

This reminds me of a scene in Bad Teacher.

“I just hate slavery so so much. Slavery’s the worst. If I could go back in time and undo slavery, I would. I hate it. I hate it.”

The real challenge is finding a decent hacking scene.

Retroactively justifying the existence of vanity plates.

Thank you! This was exactly what I was looking for.

I once had a class where, day one, the professor said something like, “If you don’t want to buy the book, that’s fine with me. I can’t tell you where to find a copy, but maybe one of your classmates can.” Someone raised their hand and started rattling off a few useful websites.

I always assumed that they were impossible to win, and that the coins you saw on the ledges were placed there by the employees.

Life is just one long, hard kick in the urethra, and sometimes when you get home from a long day of getting kicked in the urethra, you just want to watch a show about good, likable people who love each other, where, you know, no matter what happens, at the end of 30 minutes, everything’s gonna turn out okay.

Sounds about right, actually.