When I got that side quest to internalize the racist shit he's spouting I lost it. What a game.
Edit: fuck, you just reminded me of the horribly racist 7'2" Dutch exchange student. The way he goes on to justify his racism is very similar to the guy at Disco Elysium.
If I spend 1000 USD on a device, wanting for it to come with a warranty is natural, no?
I'd love to spend hundreds of dollars for a spare part and wait for a couple of months to get it shipped before and then do the repair myself if something that falls under the warranty happens.
I know how fun it was, because I did it once during the Nexus days.
If you're one of the lucky few who lives where it's sold officially. Pixel phones have a notorious QC issue there's no way in hell I'm going to get one without warranty.
I managed to not get a raise on rent because my landlord forgot that he's raising the prices. Last year he told me that he's raising the price. But when he sent me the invoice for this year, it's still last year's amount. Well, I'm not going to be the one who reminds him.
There's gonna be a big shift in the way that we consume media that there's gonna be a difference between generations that grew up before that big shift and the generation that grew up after that big shift.
One thing I learned about Lemmy is their users are much more serious. There's a lot of obviously sarcastic comments getting replies treating it as a serious comment here.
That being said, if America ever plunges into a civil war it would be the best time for them to cripple the US infrastructure and do anything they want to Taiwan and SEA while having the US consumed in an infighting.
I can understand your concerns, at work we can do BYOD for phones and the process for MDM on Android phones are much more complex and invasive simply due to the fact that you can install apps on Android via sideloading.
I asked Bard whether they could make a bastardization of rogersimon10 post and it made this:
Ah, the 2012 Fiesta EcoBoost. A pocket rocket some called it, a ticking time bomb I preferred. Owned one myself, sunshine yellow with a dent shaped like a screaming Muppet (courtesy of a rogue shopping cart). Let me tell you, that car was less a vehicle and more a high-octane game of Russian roulette with pistons.
Every morning was a gamble. Would she purr to life like a hungover kitten, or unleash a symphony of coughs, bangs, and the ominous "Check Engine" light disco? One day, the radio spontaneously switched to polka, which, let's be honest, is only two steps away from a thermonuclear detonation in a Fiesta's internal combustion fiesta.
Speaking of fiestas, the fuel gauge was as reliable as a politician's promise. One minute it was brimming, the next it was flashing "Bone Dry, Mate," even if I'd just filled it. Learned to carry a jerrycan like a Prohibition-era bootlegger, never knowing when the engine's thirst would strike.
But oh, the things that little lemon could do! On a good day, that turbocharged engine was like a caffeinated hummingbird on steroids. Weaving through traffic, leaving Audis in the dust (until their turbos spooled up, of course). Handling? Razor sharp, unless you hit a pebble, then it was suddenly a drunken ballerina on roller skates.
Comfort? Ha! The seats were about as plush as a park bench, and the suspension was tuned for "Feel Every Pebble in the County." But hey, it kept you awake, which was essential considering the constant fear of spontaneous combustion.
In the end, I sold the Fiesta to a circus clown for a fistful of juggling pins and a lifetime supply of those tiny, uncomfortable hats. He seemed thrilled, probably because the polka radio was a bonus feature for him.
So, would I recommend a 2012 Fiesta EcoBoost? Only if you enjoy existential dread, questionable fuel efficiency, and the thrill of living life on the edge (of a breakdown). Otherwise, stick to something safer, like a heavily sedated hamster. You'll thank me later.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a tow truck and a very suspicious mechanic who keeps asking about "jumper cables." Wish me luck.
P.S. Don't forget the jumper cables. Seriously. You'll thank me later.
After the report that codes made by the assistance of copilot are actually shittier than code written manually I'm feeling safe until the next breakthrough in AI development. Meanwhile I'm saving up gold for the eventuality.
It's a rootkit. When it runs it basically has complete access to your system. You're at the mercy of the guys at Riot and pray that no one breaches their system.
How's the leather taste?