She was able to salvage the ingredients with some trickery of spice and technique.
Here it is, the whole FTP dump of 13 years of madness and joy.
It is hard to imagine that Windows 95 is 25 years old. Like yesterday I remember standing in line at Office Depot on Finlayson in Victoria for the after-midnight launch. It was incredibly exciting to wait in the parking lot with nerd-alikes, chit chatting then swiftly running home to install the OS on my laptop (I was living on Gorge road at the time).
Stayed up all night playing with everything. It really was revolutionary, dialup to BC1 (one of the 1st providers on the Island).
Just think, everyone was using Windows 3.1 before that day.
Also, Amalia’s brand new Casio for some flair.
Where is invana_invanova?
MEHHH….I will keep it short and sweet. There is nothing culinarily delightful about English Breakfast anyway but the stuff we bought yesterday just tasted “bargain”. It all looks like an Eastern European copycat of the juicy sausages you would have at a London pub, crumbly and bloody tasting ‘bloodpudding’ you would find at the Cotswolds. Even the bacon, as pretty as it was, wasn’t sweet of super meaty and “bacony” as bacon should be. Everything was bland and I hated it all. Fuck off, cheap counterfeit meat.
Sadly we bought a lot of this stuff but none will go to waste, of course.
Today I realized my beloved 10 year old Thinkpad X201 has a SIM slot and a GPS. I guess I have a full day ahead of visiting my cell store for a cheap SIM (the old style one, hope they have) and tinkering. This machine runs a few operating systems in VMs (Ubuntu is host) so testing some GPS and communication software will be fun.
Tetherless data and GPS 10 years ago would have been a cool-as-fuck tech to have.
Did I tell you my 201 is practically brand new with just a few cycles on the original battery? Still has the clear stickers all over. How is that possible, Matthew has no clue.
It’s crazy fast, too.