Flaky_Fish69

Well… you haven’t met Kyle. When he lets one rip… everybody in the room teleports outta there. dude should ask his doctor about lactose intolerance…

next, you’ll tell people the door close button in elevators doesn’t actually work.

macgyver always carried a few slices… in case he needed an industrial sealant…

But we like the dark.
Darkness, for dark deeds.

you have to understand, my dad’s a unix sysops guy. it was quite a lot of spare parts… (mostly machines older than my 486, which was also hand-me-down.)

Also, that imagery might be closer to reality…foam sword and all.

Two slices, you say?

Hehe, that might actually have been more of the Uncle’s influence.

He’s the one that started me on the science fiction addiction- when I got into his (then-complete) collection on VHS. I found them and started. Binge watching them. Got to Trouble With tribbles when I was found out- and then it was my Uncle who was like “oh! That’s my favorite. Rewind it while I go make popcorn!”

well, if it’s your personal mac and you’ll be taking it with you, it’s difficult to see import taxes being a necessary thing.

It’s more the… if a group of people can’t get “good” hardware because of export controls … legally… some might take a shine to yours.

my first beowolf cluster, I built because I wanted to improve my pentium 486’s chances at doing well in some random FOSS benchmark (PiMark? it calculated pi… and you could ‘donate’ cpu runtime to help calculate more digits of pi.) It was cobbled out of my dad’s spare part’s rack.
Should have seen my dad’s face when he realied why i built the beowolf… “You mean… you did this. FOR PI??”(“Okay, that’s actually cool.”)

Also, you gotta be careful with macproducts some places.
Especially if they have export controls (Doubt turkey does, being nato,).

First video game I remember playing? Short Order on NES (with the pad.) That was followed shortly by monopoly- also NES.

First game I beat? was dad’s copy of Zelda (NES,) Which… I wasn’t supposed to be playing. I got caught when I saw my dad was struggling with the water temple.
“Dad…dad DAD. you go here. get that. Do this. And then do this that and this.”
“Oh. Cool. wait. how do you know this?”
“Oh i beat it last week.”
<awkward pause>
“you better pay attention. that’s the boss.”
“We’re not telling mom about this.”

this works until you come across people that actually think that hyperbole is normal. Every time you think “oh, they can’t be that idiotic…” that’s when the knuckledraggers take as a challenge.