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I always tell people I’d be Darth Vader if given power. I’d fix the problems as I see them, but not in a way most people could get behind.
I always tell people I’d be Darth Vader if given power. I’d fix the problems as I see them, but not in a way most people could get behind.
You’re the hero we need but don’t deserve.
I always recommend Pop_OS! for beginners. It’s IMHO a lot closer to what Ubuntu used to be, uses apt and/or flatpaks (and no snaps), has sane defaults, a good installer, a decent company behind it, nvidia drivers included and their upcoming Cosmic desktop environment looks sick.
Also, I feel like this is a better Fedora-based distro for beginners since it’s harder to break:
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He’s got the beans
I mean, if any country knows how to deal with a bad government, it’s France.
I imagined they never left, only got quieter for a while
Yeah, I’ve read about his refusal to let people enjoy it. That’s a shame as it’s one of my favorite MST3K episodes.
Keep circulating the tapes!
I wonder if there’s beer on the Sun…
Talk like Yoda, you do
Oh so YOU’RE the owner of ObsessedWithPlasticExistence.com
I’m flattered!
Still not as bad as a glass jar.
Warning: you seriously do not want to look up One Man One Jar if you value not feeling horrified.
How’s your new living situation working out? Well, I hope!
he goes on stage and makes a fool of himself.
That’s a bit redundant
It also depends on the accuracy of the emulator. Cycle accurate emulators demand horsepower (or an FPGA). Less accurate (but still perfectly playable) emulators can run on potatoes, but I can feel the difference on games I grew up playing. I’m almost as good as I was as a kid when I play on an accurate emulator or FPGA, but on a Raspberry Pi I tend to be noticeably worse.
That may not matter to everyone, but it matters to me.
That dog has dirt in its ears
True to the OnlyFans stereotype, most of the chats were overtly sexual. I had to wade into several prosaic fantasies about babysitters and office blowjobs, some of which included laughably florid professions of love for me. I couldn’t help but ponder how disappointed these men would be if they could somehow see me sitting in my home office, sipping hibiscus tea as I typed out commands for them to manipulate their genitalia or deposit their semen on certain parts of my body. The most surreal moment came as I noticed the faint sounds of my daughter and her puppy watching Bluey together down the hall, right as a subscriber was waxing poetic about how much he wanted to eat a macaron from between my ass cheeks; the juxtaposition made me question the entire course of my life.
I would trust the Ferengi more than Boeing executives at this point.
Is it the one with amazing abs?
So perfect fit then.