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Your concise analysis has warmed this reader’s heart today, my good fellow

I wonder if anyone remembers what Lisa Maffia told them in 2003?

no idea, I just remember a dramatic increase in my online time around that period. Also my dad going around drilling holes everywhere so that we could run a cable to everyone’s room back in the days when you assembled a PC from parts you found at a car boot sale

back in '12 for me, we switched to cable and suddenly we had a landline and internet at the same time – it was genuinely crazy

I would raise and contort my hand in sync with the dial-up tones when my friend was around to convince them I was a shaman

“One does not simply access the worldy wider web, my child. You have to sing to it.”

now this is podracing!

pfft, tryna shill inferior vacuum cleaner products on me. I’m a Henry man

1000007. Always align your sights to curve around corners

Kurzgesagt has a tendency to put neoliberal spin on the solutions they offer and they’ve recieved heat for it in the past. Careful with that channel

I took it more like galactic credits are banned on Tatooine , and no trader who didn’t want any trouble with the Hutts would be dealing with them. Taking them on would be a world of trouble, like fencing stolen goods

The thing with the Jedi mind trick is that only Jedi’s think it works.

Everyone else just see a scary lightsaber guy asking them to repeat a sentence and are more than happy to comply if it means they get left alone.

There’s a limit to how much you can pretend though.

• Letting an old man and a kid drive through a checkpoint? Fine, someone else’s problem.

• Selling an obvious narc deathsticks? Yeah, maybe going home and rethinking your life is the right call here.

• Handing over all your life savings for a bad deal? Uh, no actually.

no I don’t, you don’t know me

Dark Magic

I’m so glad that Kim Kardashian exists to inspire young people today…

exactly - well said, Spiderman

Eh, this is fine.

I love the tired droopy eyes that comes from decades of staring at bad code.

Not good code, never good code. Good code you glance at once and it makes your heart sing.

No, bad code keeps you up at night, staring into the void between the whitespace until you can make out the subpixel colouring of your own sad reflection gazing recursively in upon itself broken only by the jagged stack limit threshold of the hateful morning sun casting a bad enough glare for you to hiss under the covers for a brief respite before you repeat the same process again.

well when a mommy asymptote and a daddy asymptote meet on opposite ends of an infinite grid, they give birth to a finite area that is carefully and lovingly defined, until the mommy asymptote runs away with a thick veiny fat curve that rules her world, and the daddy asymptote just stands there night-after-night watching them bisect each other

oh Turkey, you goofball! 🙈 😜