Not mine, but an ex-girlfriend had a Mazda 3 with a blown clutch. That thing sucked.
Not mine, but an ex-girlfriend had a Mazda 3 with a blown clutch. That thing sucked.
That’s when they’re filling in your roots with… whatever it is dentists use.
It’s usually gutta percha, a kind of rubbery material.
I buy manufacturer refurbished drives from serverpartdeals.com. They come with a 2 year warranty but I’ve never had a problem with any of them.
Bonus points for Billy Connolly.
Reminds me of a setup I had for local serial multiplayer on my Atari ST. I had cable going from the ST’s 25 pin serial port to a 9-pin connector, a gender changer, a null modem module, then 9-pin back to 25-pin. But hey, it worked.
And it’s still here in the 2020s.
What about those of us who pirated in the early '80s?
The computer lab at my junior high was basically one big floppy copying/trading center. It was great.
Wine is not an emulator.
Oh, I played them both. I didn’t really care for II’s splitting the game into 8 “worlds”, I preferred the original’s single huge dungeon, but I did enjoy it.
Game: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic Book: Ender’s Game TV Show: Tom Baker Doctor Who Movie: The Sixth Sense
Oh man, Ultima Underworld was mind-blowing in its time.
Remember Webrings?
TIL Newgrounds still exists.
Bit depth and bit rate are not the same thing.
Annihilation is great cosmic horror.
Not that big by today’s standards, but I once downloaded the Windows 98 beta CD from a friend over dialup, 33.6k at best. Took about a week as I recall.
Does the flag look like a chicken to anyone else?
I saw it, it wasn’t bad. So of course it was cancelled after the first season.
I was raised religion-free, my mother didn’t push any beliefs on me (one of the few things she did right) so I grew up as a natural atheist. One Easter when I was very young, I don’t remember how young precisely but I was probably 10 or younger, one of our neighbor families offered to take me to church for Mass. I guess they thought they were going to save my soul or something. My mother left the decision up to me. Now, in my mind Easter was bunnies and candy and egg hunts and all that good stuff so hell yes, I wanted to go. I don’t know what I expected but what I definitely didn’t expect was sitting quietly on an uncomfortable bench for (what seemed like to me) four hours while some guy talked at me. If I wasn’t an atheist before that would have sealed the deal.
I don’t remember, this was back in the mid-'90s so it was no later than '95 or so.