These are all network addresses that refer to localhost - how a computer addresses itself.
I’m sorry for reminding you of your pain.
Remi. We adopted him from someone who was leaving the state. He came with the name, but I didn’t dislike it. Thank you for asking.
I hope you’re with your puppy another fourteen years.
My emotions are being stupid and I certainly can’t explain them, but your username was a shocking comfort. Thank you for both that and your comment.
Hey, this almost exactly matches my situation. Neat.
Zed access sounds a lot cooler and more scifi than z axis.
Supposedly, on any of the many occasions when archaeologists have found what is clearly an antique dildo, tradition advised labeling them something like “ceremonial relic.”
My first house was in a town where the hall of records burned down in 1920. Which means that no one still around knows when anything older was actually built, butofficially everything older was built in 1920.
They really should have included that storyline in Power Rangers, TBH.
He was.
I remember only because at the time they were advertising that the green power ranger would be getting a power upgrade and I said to my older brother that I bet he would become the white power ranger (not being aware of the connotations at the time, nor anything else other than the kid’s show).
He said that wasn’t possible. How would they display the trademark white diamonds, he asked? It still boggles my mind that that was his only reasoning.
Does Agent Venom count? I’ve only read a little about the character, but enjoyed what I saw.
In - I think - the first issue, he ends up carrying an armed grenade in his mouth for most of it; I remember there being some pretty funny quips about it.
In Ross’ video, IIRC, he said 110% was good, 120% was pretty safe, and 140% was very safe.
edit: Correct autocorrect.
This reminds me of my dad, who shared Redd Fox with me because we both liked George Carlin.
That’s very kind of you, but I hesitate to take the word of the noteless and I can’t just take you at your word that you are bereft of hinges.
It’s too bad I don’t have a note about you, because I feel like that would make this more contentious but probably interesting.
If I were going to make one about you, and you were as honest as you think you can be, what do you think it would say? I haven’t looked at your post history and I don’t remember your username from elsewhere (sorry), so I’m genuinely curious how you’ll choose to represent yourself.
When I was a kid I broke my arm. I thought I was a poet at the time and wrote a poem about the breakage, entitled “it’s shaped wrong.” My mom submitted it … Somewhere? … And it got accepted into a poetry book. She bought the book for, iirc, $50.
I’ve always felt vaguely ashamed about it. Even if I thought it was good at the time (it wasn’t), it was a four line poem, not nearly worth $50.
It would be kind of funny if it was the same company.