I hope someday to have as much self confidence as someone who lists a “slightly shat” chair for $75.
Tried installing Windows 11. After a few hours screwing around trying to find the right drivers for everything, I tried a live USB of Mint. Everything worked great out of the box.
Also, the ads, and Microsoft’s insistence on forcing user accounts.
It was updated this year. They moved on from the mini-CD limit (50MB?) to a regular CD (700MB). Spiritual successor, newer target.
You might also enjoy a selection from Hark, a Vagrant.
Obligatory: fuck Nestle
In as much as it pertains to me, I don’t tolerate it. Otherwise, if people want to bullshit their way through their career, I don’t really care. This happens in every company that has more than one employee (almost).
If someone else starts ordering me around when they don’t have the authority to do so, assuming it would change my course of action, I’ll tell them politely that I might be able to get to that when I have time. If they escalate it, I tell them to talk to my boss about rearranging my priorities. And if they do that and succeed, that’s fine. Once you establish that you don’t report to them, I’ve found they typically leave me alone. If not, I talk to my boss about it in private.
The CEO of Nestlé has gone on record saying that he believes that all water sources should be privatized.
So, to answer your question, yes.
Though there are a plethora of stronger reasons to hate the CEO of Nestlé.
Would work best if the country was in Europe somewhere. Then America could be part of the EU.
Another consideration: changing email providers. Any email address using your custom domain can travel with you to other providers, where you can just set up another catch-all address. Aliases are specific to your email provider, so if you want to switch, you’d need to manually go to every site and update each login to a new alias.
And you can always get two domains–one for your more sensitive stuff, and a cheap generic one for the rest. A lot of domains are dirt cheap if you don’t care what the TLD is.
Catch-alls are more easily traceable, yes, but depending on your privacy concerns vs convenience (and your fear of getting locked out of an account if your alias becomes unavailable, for example), it might be worth it for you.
Easy access to a few key functions is nice, IMO. Though helping someone on their computer and seeing half the taskbar occupied with two dozen system tray icons makes me vomit just a little, so I get it.
When your mom says you’re not getting out of cleaning this time…
Absolutely. Making sure I have a huge life insurance policy, but getting it far ahead enough to avoid questions of fraud would be worth it.
I’ll throw Alpine Linux into the mix. Not sure how well it supports older hardware, but it’s really small.
They obviously don’t have the features that Rufus has, but I’ve ended up using the default USB image writers that come pre-installed (found them on both Mint and Manjaro, probably available on others). If you’re just looking to write an ISO, check to see if you already have one.
Got a gaming laptop that functions for everything. Not as powerful as a dedicated tower, but being somewhat portable is worth it for me.
You can make most distros work like most others, with enough tweaking. The main difference at this point isn’t what you can do with them, but how they’re set up by default, which typically reflects their thing (e.g., Debian is super stable vs Arch giving access to the latest and greatest).
To be honest, I think the homogenization is a net positive. I doubt we’d have the diverse driver support that makes Linux a viable desktop OS if we didn’t have lots of similarities. And it’s a natural thing–it turns out that most people want computers to do a relatively similar variety of things, so all the major distros end up moving a similar direction. And with open source, when one distro implements a really nice feature, it makes sense everyone else would port it as well.
Minutes 1-2: Grab a hoodie, my most comfortable walking shoes, my passports, and any extra cash. Turn on my shower, grab my cordless trimmer, set my phone on the sink, lock the bathroom door behind me. Lock the doors, leave through the garage. Grab my small adjustable wrench on the way out.
Minutes 3-5: my neighborhood lies along a set of railroad tracks that are heavily obscured by brush. Start walking. By the time they arrive at my house, I’m a good ways down the tracks and leaving my neighborhood.
Minutes 6-10: the agents have entered and found that I’m not in the shower. I’m further down the tracks and out of my neighborhood.
Minutes 11-30: I make my way to a friend’s house, mainly following the tracks. When I get there, tell them I have an emergency and can I borrow their car. The agents are searching.
Minutes 31-60: I start driving. I stop in a parking lot at a factory near my office. I look for a car that was backed into its spot and use my wrench to steal the license plate–shift change was two hours ago, so I have 6 hours before they notice. I put the other plate on my vehicle. The agents are interrogating my friend, but the border is only 1.5 hours away. I have family there.
Minutes 61-150: As I drive, I use my cordless trimmer to shave my hair and beard. About half way, I stop at a Walmart and pick up a burner phone. I dial my family as I drive. We make a plan.
Minutes 151-180: I park at Sam’s Club. My parents are already on their way back to the car with some groceries. I meet them at their car and get in the back seat. As we pull away, I crouch down and climb into the trunk. We head for the border.
Minutes 181-200: we arrive at customs, but my parents have a fast pass. They cross the border casually all the time. They don’t check the trunk. We’re waved through.
Minutes 200-525600: I contact my home country’s law enforcement. They put me in the witness protection program. I have a new identity and life. The agents search in vain.
Minutes 525601-20000000: I’m content in my new life. I work, I pursue simple hobbies, I avoid social media. Eventually age catches up with me and I decide to move into an assisted living facility. My mind isn’t as sharp as it once was. One of the workers in the cafeteria asks my name, and I give a name I haven’t heard in 40 years. The cafeteria worker raises their serving spoon. It’s not a spoon, it’s a gun. They’re the agent.
Hmm… on second thought, Reagan.