If the bombs go off near the wrong zoo, it'll be pandamonium..
Stalinwolf
I'll reach out. Thanks.
In the meantime, I managed to find a good customer equalizer setting that boosts the volume a fair bit. Just hard to work out the more tinny parts of the sound.
This image has the same vibes as those valiant soldier on an airplane videos, giving up their metal folding chair for a pregnant woman so she can sit closer to the crooked LED strip lighting along the tiled floor.
.. I don't.. understand...
It's disturbing how apparant this all is. Backed by all of these assholes from the very start, and now he's going down the line chopping every last thing that held them back as though he's splitting logs in a pile. AI regulations, gone. Any kind of oversight, gone. Okay, who next. Chevron! Thanks for your support. I knew you were smart. Everything beneath Venezuela is yours. Fuck 'em.
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There's a studio version of it, but I honestly think his music is way better out in the weeds.
Either way, it's fucking fire.
8/10 for Oliver is just outrageous, unless you're an 87-year-old woman.
I'm in a weird position where I'm making an okay wage ($25 /hr) for not having a college education, but my wife is encouraging me to go to school full-time as a mature student to make use of my potential. I'm open to it, but I also have two kids (a 6-year-old and a 2-month-old), and at my current job I make my own schedule and have the flexibility I often need to deal with unexpected child-care issues like illness and school closures. I'm also treated very well at my job, and it's the only job I've ever enjoyed going to. I haven't felt Sunday work anxiety in years.
I know that higher education is always the answer, but I don't know when to pull the trigger on it. As a father, there is a lot more value to my current work situation than the wage I'm making.
I also have no idea what type of career I would even pursue, and it kind of scares the shit out of me.
Just walking around in pajama pants with no shirt on..
Damn.. She sounds both hot and repulsive at the same time.
I never fully grasped the true scale of a single galaxy (and then expanded that understanding to the observable universe) until I hopped in my ship in Elite Dangerous and actually set off to cross one. Holy fucking shit, does it really help put it into perspective when you're traveling between vast galactic arms, hopping individual stars 50-70 Ly at a time and trying your damndest not to stretch yourself too thin in fear of running out of scoopable fuel/stars.
If I were an Astronomy teacher, Elite would be my most profound and precious tool.
Tom Segura getting fat again..