i swear if the wizard doesnt let me out of his abandoned salt mine soon im gonna fucking LOSE IT
what did you do to be put into the salt mine
i MAY have eaten his special wizard meal. but i think he should let me out tbh
was it good? was it worth it? are you able to bear the weight of your sin?
im not gonna lie it was fucking delicious i would fucking do it again. wait shit youre the fucking wizard in disguise seeing if ive learned my lesson arent you. fuck.
My first word was “mouse”. Not the animal. A computer mouse. My mom would keep me on her lap as she worked.
We would often joke about this, yes.
When I was 5 or 6 my parents would catch me up at midnight pirating Dora the Explorer games on their computers. I’d install them, play them and remove them before going back to bed. I only remember it in flashes.
I should mention that I was diagnosed autistic and “gifted” shortly after this.
>password sharing is estimated to cost them several billion dollars
KEEP SHARING THEM PASSWORDS
Be happy someone is paying for an account and go, brand.
Password sharing doesn’t COST them shit. It just means they make less PROJECTED money. So goddamn tired of companies pretending not making as much money as they thought they’d make is the same as actively stealing from them.
imagine being the guy who discovered microorganisms trying to explain to people that you promise there are millions of little secret guys on everything
Imagine: you’re a Dutch cloth salesman named Antonie van Leeuwenhoek, and you want to take a closer look at your threads, so you make a microscope. Then you get very interested in making microscopes, and you start making better ones. Like really good, powerful for the time microscopes, without formal training, just because you like looking at stuff.
At the insistence of your doctor friend, you send the notes you’ve been taking to The Royal Society in London. They say “that’s nice” and put it on the fridge. Overjoyed, you keep sending them drawings and notes about all the stuff you see, and they give you a fatherly hair tousle.
Then you tell them you’ve found tiny animals under your microscope, and they yell that you’re full of shit, sending a brigade of scientists to your house. It takes them a year to believe you.
