[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 18 points 7 months ago

Are there existing models for the old design available? ‘Cuz then you could just make the modification you described to the STL.

[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 20 points 8 months ago

Randle jammed the pen into Fregi’s head and again near his jaw

I suppose it’s to do with how deadly it could have been? Not sure why it isn’t attempted murder, but I am not a lawyer.

[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 50 points 8 months ago

I’m not sure what your intent was, but you’re coming off as “I don’t want online spaces to be welcoming to people who are visually impaired.”

[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 80 points 8 months ago

The year is 2056. There are 4^2048 characters required to display all of the “New”s for the latest version of Outlook. You’ve just bricked your fourth PC by trying to open an .ics

[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 18 points 8 months ago

Mimic mailbox!

[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 185 points 8 months ago

Once again, girls are somehow responsible for boys’ inability to behave 🤦

[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 52 points 8 months ago

Know what a Grizwald is? A grenade. About the size of a battery. Responds to pressure. Our platoon was stuck in a trench outside of New Kasmir during the winter campaign. More'n a week, completely cut off, and the Alliance entrenched not ten yards away. We even got to talkin' to 'em, yelling across insults and jokes and such, 'cause no ammo to speak of, no orders, so what are you gonna do? We mentioned that we were out of rations, and ten minutes later, a bunch of apples rained into the trench. Cap said wait, but they were so hungry. Don't make much noise. Just little pops and there's three guys that kind of just end at the ribcage.

[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 22 points 8 months ago

Naw, this still made me physically ill

[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 87 points 8 months ago

“Of course, there was that time that mum forgot me. I didn’t mind at first, but then it got dark, and I got scared. I started crying. It only took me a half hour to remember that she couldn’t hear me. Then I felt the air running out. I pressed my face against the smooth base of the dome, trying to find one of the spots where a crack between the floorboards let the air in, but it was dark, and still, and I couldn’t feel the breeze. My head grew heavy, and I pounded against the glass. Finally, my dad got home, and kicked me out so that he could have his ‘special video’ time in peace.”

[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 20 points 8 months ago

Who woulda thunk, the government hell-bent on destroying public services is destroying public services?

[-] DoctorSpocktopus@lemmy.ca 26 points 9 months ago

Um actually…

Latin: per centum

Italian per cento

Abbreviated to p. cento

Then just pc with a loop for the o in cento

Then the fraction bar came around to sub for per, the c became a circle, and % was born.

(Most of this after the adoption of Arabic numerals)

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