Time to update to a fax machine then!
https://www.possupply.com/other-pos-supplies-accessories/fax-paper-rolls-ribbons
Time to update to a fax machine then!
https://www.possupply.com/other-pos-supplies-accessories/fax-paper-rolls-ribbons
Found the anamorphic porn fan.
Puberty is rough, for some people it’s your body going “mate, mate, mate” and not much else gets through for 4-5 years, or like 8 maybe.
I’m about the same age. (Xellennials or some shit like that, apparently). And at the time, there was also a big movement in media and culture to sell more shit to people our age (we’d also been slammed toy and cereal ads as kids in the 80s). MTV was switching to all reality bullshit and Clinton was boinking anything that moved. We were doomed to only think about ourselves.
The problem is that a bunch of them never outgrew it, or made it their “brand” like Tate and his ilk.
You haven’t lived until you’ve become addicted to menthol pork shoulder.
Killing time while recharging the batteries was the original pitch for all the entertainment in Teslas.
There’s going to be a big jailbreak market opening up for these things when they’re out of warranty. Cancelling free charging plans which helped keep people on their data networks will also drive hacking. If the cars last that long.
I use regex find and replace for rename/refactor edits across files. No AI necessary. But I’m also a Luddite using Textmate on an old Macbook.
Needs more Tom Cruise jumping on that couch.
Was it a file system workaround, or character limit in some older programming language?
The line about getting a mouthful of bird feces dust in the morning was all I needed to hear.
Less people having kids because it would be financially devastating with the housing costs and average incomes?
That’s seems to be happening in much of the rest of the expensive cities.
And the ones who can easily afford kids, also send them out to private schools in our town.
Masshole fits better with Vermonters, Mainers, Newhampshirites, and those dickheads from Connecticut.
These are the kinds of cards my wife might have given me before my son was old enough to pick one out for me.