Breath on your fingers like you’re trying to fog up glass. Immediately open by running your fingers in opposite directions along the edge, using the additional friction you created.
Breath on your fingers like you’re trying to fog up glass. Immediately open by running your fingers in opposite directions along the edge, using the additional friction you created.
Zone of the Enders had a touching anime series about a widowed space truck driver whom stumbles upon a sentient orbital frame which he considers his surrogate daughter as he attempts to become a better father and reconnect with his grown kids, amidst an inter-system civil war.
And I’m kinda sure it’s cannon.
No, I am not making this up.
Damn…what is this, r/seattle?
Don’t forget the fact that despite it’s just a cheeseburger, it’s named “The Vonderbilt Wonder”, “Halfsie Pattsies”, or “Edmonton the Second”. Ideally on a menu so scant on details it’s hard to tell the french fries from the extra avocado.
Ever tried to read something in your dreams? Coding is basically 90% reading and 10% writing. Then you have to insure that shit compiles and runs.
I can’t speak for you, but I don’t think my brain has a valid edition of the Java Development Kit.
Just think: People having to get help because the job they quit three years ago keeps showing up in their dreams. What’s worse is that they keep doing it, in control but unaware of the fact that they aren’t getting paid, threatened by their in-dream former boss with being fired if the quota wasn’t met.
Staying awake yet unemployed becomes one of their only escapes. They turn to stimulants to stay away from ‘work’ just a bit longer, just a little more peace.
But they then ‘crash’, falling asleep for almost a day, and starting a shift that feels like an eternity, Inception style.
Bombay is best bai.
Which is particularly ironic as the breed is known for its silky black coat, and bai can also mean “yellow mist”.
Which goes swell, until you realize that you are instead dealing with an ever complex and gnawing realization you can barely quantify as existential dread in light of the remarkably complex yet dangerous capabilities found in every human present and yet to be conceived on this suddenly constricting mortal plane, exceeded only by the sheer number of permutations which you generously call ‘best case scenarios’ that result in an irrevocable destructive spiral on the fragile biome only loosely labeled by you as “third rock from the sun”.
Yeah, and this only gets worse with bigger monitors. Want to use that 43" TV as Monitor #3? Wigglin’ isn’t going to help.
Real users give up and start using keyboard shortcuts to move crap around until they find it again.
Or just get a wireless gaming mouse with adjustable DPI, crank it up to 11 billion, and try to catch it doing near lightspeed as it goes through all four monitors at once. The only drawback is that, according to physics, it will likely have experienced time dilation, which means your mouse cursor has aged significantly in the short time it was in flight.
Rarely, TBH. Unless you’re OK with being an absolute ass in some form or another.