Why are you being so divisive?

It must be the plumber. Let him in, I want to take a shower.

I had this idea a few months ago, and found a thread discussing the same thing from several years ago. Seems like nothing came of it.

I currently use Syncthing to keep a lot of items synced across a few of my devices. It’s completely decentralized and fully encrypted. Instead of synching files, what if it could be used as an instant messenger? No central server to interrupt service. No single point of attack. No more requiring a name or phone number, just exchange a QR code to begin communicating.

I think this would excel at group messaging, especially if some members are out of service occasionally. Reconnect, and all messages get distributed.

There must be something out there that already works like this, but I don’t know of a serverless system.

The island was much bigger until they removed everything that didn’t look like a fort.

So, delay until February, when they disband NHTSA.

I think it’s technically written as 10 years. If a vice president replaced the president, he could serve 2 more terms as long as he only replaced the president for 2 years. If he served out more than 2 years, he could only be president for 1 additional term.

It was the second time in Gauley Bridge’s history that a police chief had been charged with child sexual abuse. The first time, in the late 1990s, nearly 100 people had protested the arrest, declaring their loyalty to the chief.

At least the cops around here have the decency to only get caught raping women of legal age.

^That’s ^sarcasm, ^but ^also ^true

Dammit, there goes my degree.

A lot of people are offput by having to choose a server before creating an account. If that could be automated somehow I think Mastodon would be more popular.

If going outside and looking up is one of my favorite things, I’ll wear the patch. Also, she couldn’t focus with that eye anyway (no lens, no iris), so no depth perception anyway.

Or remove the eye and go glass. Even a contact lens could be used to limit the light intake. I’m calling bullshit. Insurance companies suck, but there’s more to this story than just that.

Sounds like PTSD to me. Your fight/flight mode is getting switched randomly to flight. For me it was “freeze”.

I once used my grandpa’s salt on my food.

Potassium Chloride. Those extra 8 electrons don’t mean it tastes better.

There’s a website set up by a white-hat hacker to solicit work as a network penetrator. It has some odd name that’s assassin related (contractkiller.com or something similar, I can’t remember offhand). He set it up, and forgot about it. When he went back to it, a lot of the messages were people asking him to kill someone.

He sent all the info to the police, and left the website up. Now it’s just a honeypot for people trying to have someone killed. I visited it a while ago, it’s very tongue-in-cheek. But people are stupid and willing to believe anything.

"Looking up and feeling the sun shining on your face is one of the simple joys in life, but Jennifer Sanders was deprived of that sensation for nearly 15 years. "

“The mom of two suffered an orbital globe rupture in her right eye in 2010. Ninety-five percent of Sanders’ iris was destroyed, half of her retina was detached and her eye lens had to be removed. She had no way of regulating how much light was getting into the back of her eye.”

I don’t understand this. Why wouldn’t she wear a patch?

I am deep in MAGA country (Trump won this county with 70%). All of my local elections are single person.

Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about your mother.

It’s canned in a factory that reeks of old cement and lubrication.

HOW DID THEY GET THESE PATENTS APPROVED SO FAST???

I have a patent from a previous job. The initial filing was in 2007. It wasn’t approved until 2010, almost a year after I had moved on to a different employer.

Downtown of a small town in the middle of winter, late at night when nobody’s around. Cold enough that the snow squeaks under your feet as you walk, but no wind at all. Just the memory of the smell of sub-zero air makes me think about a destination with warm walls a nice cup of hot tea waiting for me.

There are no more rules.