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…by ‘attack’ are we talking signal-jamming, hacking, or physical disruption?..

shyeeah. right.

…lap dog’s going to do whatever his handler commands…

…i should clarify: upgrades from windows 7/8 were free…

…windows 10 was free to a lot of people; it’s a pretty solid OS and i’d be happy to pay a fair price for ongoing support…

…how about bluetooth in an '81 98?..

…well, depending upon how you take retcons, there’s the t’au: i think they work best as a force for good doomed to fail in an uncaring universe, personifying tragic loss of innocence…

…well he’s not…

…what about amber displays?..our VT-200 terminals were green, yes, but our lab full of packard-bells were amber…

^{(or my applecolor monitor 100 which could toggle between monochrome green and full color modes)}

…it’s that sauder fiberboard bookcase + potted plant…

…man, that’s a deeeeeep cut for a time when electronic arts developed good games…

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…look, they could either drop a redundant L or add another hyphen: i fully support their choice, although in my opinion a better solution would be to reformat 3M PF-5030 and avoid hyphenating either entry…

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…it’s pre-war italy: that fifty-year-old has the stature of a twelve-year-old…

…from other fuzzy-liner crocs i’ve seen, no: it’s integral and just gets skanky…

…if you’re wearing socks you don’t need a fuzzy liner (and may as well wear full shoes)…

…so you’ve never played waverace: that’s the look of the brightly-lit tropical island environment for the first course, which immediately shifts a hazy muted marsh on the second course, then a stormy industrial-port waterfront, then a spectacular urban night course, each presenting entirely different takes on ambient lighting, dominant environmental color pallets, and even water and atmospheric weather conditions…

…crocs need ventilation holes or your bare feet will sweat and the shoes will get nasty…

come you masters of war
you that build the big guns
you that build the death planes
you that build all the bombs
you that hide behind walls
you that hide behind desks
i just want you to know
i can see through your masks

…i’ve done a buck fourty-five in my convertible with the top down: it’s LOUD…at one fifty-five, pushing with all two hundred horsepower, my car can’t make any further headway against the wind and buildings are a lot less aerodynamically efficient…

…i’ve ridden out a half-dozen hurricanes but category fives are get-out-of-town devastating…