All these problems are solved by firing two M2’s in opposite directions, a net positive for everyone involved.
All these problems are solved by firing two M2’s in opposite directions, a net positive for everyone involved.
Could be a turd wizard, in which case it’s both!
Prompt Engineer Certifiers
You think circuits are your friend? By the time I was old enough to convince my parents to buy me a soldering iron I was already a man.
Liberty Prime Knows Why.
With names like those, could we have expected anything else?
Desert Storm 4: ReJebesis
The trick to a good proxy war is that everyone involved has to participate via proxy. Russia broke the rules and now we all have to walk on eggshells.
I’m commander Shepherd, and this is my favorite comment on the Lemmy verse.
I can’t understand how this gets built without someone asking why they shouldn’t just make a full auto belt fed shotgun turret instead.
I am a secret third thing.
The competition is trash. Other game stores spent their money on enshitification and they’re reaping the rewards of that choice.
Looks like that’s a beach towel or a bedsheet maybe
Oh for sure, and some of those are not ok with swapping the interpreter out 🤣
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/PyPy
Their greatest mistake was not naming it Ouroboros.
I don’t think Republicans feel. They approximate the social rituals that allow them access to society (and its benefits) in the same way high functioning sociopaths do, more or less.
Implement doesn’t mean “manifest from the aether with zero work”. It means do every step until it’s done. This is like step 5 of a lot.
1am, taco bell is open. Guy orders a crunch wrap meal, and they have no problem making it. It’s exactly the same as it’s always been and the guy is happy. Cashier rings him up and it’s $20. He snaps.
The same thing, from the Silmarillion:
The love of Finwë and Míriel was great and glad, for it began in the Blessed Realm in the Days of Bliss. But in the bearing of her son Míriel was consumed in spirit and body; and after his birth she yearned for release from the labour of living. And when she had named him, she said to Finwë: ‘Never again shall I bear child; for strength that would have nourished the life of many has gone forth into Fëanor.’
[They try to heal her and even the gods fail at it]
‘It is indeed unhappy,’ said Míriel, ‘and I would weep, if I were not so weary. But hold me blameless in this, and in all that may come after.’
She went then to the gardens of Lórien and lay down to sleep; but though she seemed to sleep, her spirit indeed departed from her body, and passed in silence to the halls of Mandos.
Translation: This little shit has sucked the life from my soul, peace out.