As shown in the classic film Air Bum.

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Gesundheit.

And I love you all for it.

And if they don’t they’re an android, and should be destroyed.

No, this is Patrick.

Roland T. Flakfizer is ballet.

Pennypacker.

🎵 I could see the city light 🎶

Tell them they can get their own damn onion rings.

There are also older and jankier trucks still around which need the engine running for things like the lights and/or the hydraulic loading gate in the back to operate. Both these things are non-negotiable safety needs when loading or unloading a truck.

Ah, you’re having a creative block.

“Ohh yeah baby, collapse my wave function…”

An oversharer.

Nah, you’re good! It happens to us all. 👉😎👉

Or the Lemmy community into which this post was posted.

Killing Eve. I loved the TV series in its first season, and excitedly grabbed the original novel because I’m usually one of those “the book was better” people. I was so disappointed.

The book is just a standard spy thriller, a bit on the dull side, with one-dimensional characters and a meandering plot. In the book’s version of the world Eve is after Villanelle not because of the appealing self-questioning or confused obsessiveness Sandra Oh’s Eve displays, but simply because she’s the good-spy character who is angry that her colleague was killed by the baddie. The book’s Villanelle is not the badass mischievous psychopath infatuated with her pursuer as Jodie Comer plays the role, but just another unexcitingly-written assassin who has some dull sex scenes with strangers in between killing people and musing over her tragic past of killing people. The barely-written-at-all supporting cast are also nowhere near as interesting as the TV versions; prepare for the thrilling adventures of stock spy colleague, stock hacker kid, stock assassin guy, stock Chinese person, and so on. The book is Killing Eve minus anything that made the TV series interesting.

It’s obvious that while the novel was used as a starting point, the real charm of Killing Eve came from Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Jodie Comer, Sandra Oh, and the rest of the cast and crew adding real depth, spark, charm, and appeal to the characters and settings. This novel was basically the rough-draft pencil sketch of a masterpiece painting, better completed by others.

A really good piece.

The author is on Fedi, so for anyone who’d like to directly share it that way here is the link.

A certain little moustache was generally popular and harmless before Hitler came along, but after the war it forever became the Hitler moustache and shaving one’s face in that style nowadays invites the comparison whether or not one means it that way.

Colonel who?

That’s okay, chances are half the different distros people were talking up were Ubuntu.