If it runs through a Bluetooth mesh network, wouldn’t that mean you would need a substantial userbase for this to be viable whatsoever unless you are physically near the people you want to message?

Well, the baking will be. Everything else is covered in butter and/or white sauce, and black pepper is considered spicy.

I’ve got a good Draiman story. Disturbed played in my city in 2009. It was an all day music festival. I was on my feet all day which aggravated my old knee injury. Disturbed were the last or second to last band to play at night, so by the time they came on I was in so much pain. I went and sat down in the closest section to me.

The band comes out and plays their set. A bit of the way through Draiman does some crowd interaction. He calls for everyone to stand up. Everyone does, except for my section. He pointed at us and went “what is this, the fucking pussy section?” I looked around… it was the disabled section.

So anyway, that’s the story of how I got called a pussy by Draiman.

Keep dreaming.

If that was the case, anyone with ADHD would be an idiot.

Sensationalist headline, blogspam, just what is the point of this post?

Commenting to check again later. I’m curious too.

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Which would be useful if telnet didn’t tell us the port is open.

Have one. That’s the crazily fluctuating framerate I was alluding to.

Maybe I’m insane, but I would get a Switch 2 for a portable Cyberpunk that’s not running at a crazily fluctuating framerate. We’ll wait and see how it goes.

My body is ready.

It’ll always be the juice.

That bad boy is called a chole (cho-lay) bhature (ba-too-ray). The green stuff looks like mint chutney, but if it is only green from the lighting and tastes like savory yogurt it could also be raita.

That would be closer to antitheism.

Atheism: “When you die, nothing happens”

My girlfriend discovered my cat loves to play rocket ship. Doobie hops into her box and looks at one of us expectantly, we then have to pick up the box and swing it around while spinning. She LOVES IT. She grabs on to the holes in the box and holds on for dear life. No distress, when we set the box down she slow blinks at us and stays in the box.

Cat tax:

You still came at it entirely wrong. With autistic people you need to be direct. That they understand. “I don’t want to be friends, please don’t talk to me” is much better than “I will kill you”.

All you did was give a death threat.

Her: “Hello, how are you?”

You: “you should fucking die”

Who do you think you are that it’s such an honor to be able to speak to you? Get over yourself.

Wow. You’re a cunt.