It does not.

Last time I was in Portugal, 90% of the coffee was of the same aweful brand, think it was called Delta? Is that still as dominant?

I’m sorry but no way.

When you take the romance path with Panam, you learn of Johnny’s thoughts about her, just as you learn about his disdain for Judy when you romance her. All I can say without spoiling anything is that you are wrong.

When that lady uses the words “white people”, is she referring to the undead by any chance? Because methinks she looks quite quite pale.

Ist aber auch egal, wenn die Steuerfahndung völlig unterfinanziert ist und ständig weiter eingedampft wird.

It took me an evening to get my initial Hyprland config working, then about a week of tweaking before I was truly happy with it. That sounds like a lot of work, and honestly, it was, but it also doesn’t have to be work I repeat every time I install Linux. Now that the core setup was dialed in, I can copy my Hyprland config, keep related dotfiles for tools like Waybar, Wofi, my terminal, and notifications in one place, and bring most of that desktop with me to the next machine. I’ll still need to adjust hardware-specific details like monitor names, scaling, and input settings, but the hard part is already done.

Yeah that sounds like something I might have done 30 years ago, at around the same time I hand-compiled mplayer and all of its dependencies to be “just right”. When I manually adjusted the kernel config for my desktop PC and patiently waited 45 minutes for the kernel to finish compiling. Back when I gave a shit about getting the “optimimum”.

Man kann doch gar nicht so viel fressen, wie man kotzen möchte. Und natürlich rennen die bei der Reiche mit sowas offene Türen ein.

The only reliable way to get rid of this kind of nimby opposition to clean energy projects is to let the nimbys have a part of the cake. It works for wind energy turbines here in Germany, it should work for solar, too. When people get a share if the money, all concerns magically vanish…

Ah, der Sohn des grausamen Diktators, der ihn beerben möchte, kommt aus seinem Loch gekrochen und erhofft sich Blumentöpfe.

Happy Rebirthday!