You grew a fir fur tree.
Clearly that’s a loafing zone.
Thanks for writing this up, it’s very interesting!
Sometimes recipe sites will have a “Print Recipe” button that gets rid of all that junk.
Funny picture!
But GS cookies are pretty awful. They’re full of sugar and palm oil. Maybe if they offered something that’s actually good for us, and the world, they’d sell more?
So, in the bottom picture, the staff can only passively look at the far away screens?
“No touchy the keyboard!”
'Don’t know about tabs alone but I regularly have 20-30 windows open. Many of those have more than 3 tabs. Firefox starts to get a little slow beyond that count on my machine.
Handsome guy. You both are lucky.
The size of SUVs these days is getting out of hand.
I moved from DO after my IP address landed on a spam list. At the time DO specifically discouraged installation of mail servers on their machines. Since then I‘ve been running my Mail in a Box server on a Vultr instance with good results.
Will second this idea. I’ve had good luck running low-use Samba servers on a Lenovo tiny model.
Pavlov was sitting in a bar, enjoying a beer. When someone else came in, the door caused a bell to ring.
Pavlov jumped up: “Oh no, I forgot to feed the dog!”
Thanks for the feedback on Caddy. 'Will consider that for my next project.
Thanks for mentioning Caddy. 'Will consider that for my next project.
I’ve been using it for a few years (on a mail server and some websites) and am really happy. It’s worth looking into.
Ubuntu has good documentation.
“Listen,” said Ford, who was still engrossed in the sales brochure, “they make a big thing of the ship’s cybernetics. A new generation of Sirius Cybernetics Corporation robots and computers, with the new GPP feature.”
“GPP feature?” said Arthur. “What’s that?”
“Oh, it says Genuine People Personalities.”
“Oh,” said Arthur, “sounds ghastly.”
A voice behind them said, “It is.” The voice was low and hopeless and accompanied by a slight clanking sound. They spun round and saw an abject steel man standing hunched in the doorway.
“What?” they said.
“Ghastly,” continued Marvin, “it all is. Absolutely ghastly. Just don’t even talk about it. Look at this door,” he said, stepping through it. The irony circuits cut into his voice modulator as he mimicked the style of the sales brochure. “All the doors in this spaceship have a cheerful and sunny disposition. It is their pleasure to open for you, and their satisfaction to close again with the knowledge of a job well done.”
As the door closed behind them it became apparent that it did indeed have a satisfied sigh-like quality to it. “Hummmmmmmyummmmmmm ah!” it said.
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
The hat is a nice touch.