https://fourthievesvinegar.org/tooth-seal/

I lot of older iPods can run RockBox

I think a lot of the people who were working on the Airports now work for Ubiquiti

Looks like a Deutsch connector, although working out which one might be a challenge.

https://www.deutschusa.com

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Technically two?

Tights come down.

What a terrible click-bait headline. They’re not deleted indefinitely, they don’t have a date yet. It’s a complicated problem and will take time so solve, but it’s by no means indefinite.

But the blister packs we get can’t be tampered with 🤷‍♂️

Victoria, Circle, District, Hammersmith and City, Metropolitan and the new Piccadilly Line trains (due soon) all have regenerative braking. The rest will follow as new trains are procured.

As anyone who travels on the Victoria line in the summer will tell you: it helps, but not much.

I want a proper British kebab. I want an angry brown man who is 94% beard to hand me a congealed slab of suspicious meat drenched in garlic sauce. Like I can tell you the kebab I’m eating right now isn’t a real kebab because I’m eating it while sober. The Kebab shop is always ran by a huge dude called Amir. Amir does not speak English. He does speak every other language in the world. Including “I’m shit myself drunk” -ese. “HARGHN JUGHBO GELRCIH PLAGHS?” you ask him. He nods. He begins shaving “meat” off that huge fucking rotisserie beef thing. Your brain, floating as it is in vodka, offers one word, “hoss?”. Amir grins. He has heard that joke before. There’s no horse in Amir’s kebabs. Oh no. Horse is for those fancy fuckers on the main road. Amir’s meat is heady mix of rat, greyhound and eastern European girls who aren’t very good at holding their breath. Amir gestures to the sad-looking vegetables on the counter, but you’ve already fell asleep with your face pressed against the counter glass. Amir tops your kebab with lettuce, cucumbers, bubble wrap and Styrofoam. He then adds so much garlic sauce that those ingredients cease to be. Amir grunts, and hands you your kebab. He grunts again when you nearly leave without paying. You stagger back to the counter and thrust a - wad of sweaty fivers into his hands. Amir gives you your exact fucking change.

Yes. Clearly they are looking at better enforcement of parking and stuff first.

But really, they should be sending their usage data to TfL so they can modify bus routes etc. to better reflect demand. But of course they won’t do that because it would cause them to lose money.

I’ve been using this for a while now and the only thing I’ll say is that a lot of videos don’t have alternative titles, so since it’s all crowd sourced I feel that the best solution is to have more people using it.

Brilliant idea regardless.

Alt-SysReq-B

I had one of those “fancy” Vodafone routers included with my broadband which had a stupid rule set on choosing the WiFi password. It’s my network, not yours, stupid router. It can be as insecure as I want.

Anyway the rules were enforced by the JavaScript so it was easy to bypass until I got my own router to replace it with.

Maybe a 30cm ruler

I am rubber, you are glue!

For those people who like to read words:

https://www.sydneymetro.info/article/welcome-aboard-sydney-metro-city-now-open

Most people don’t know that back in 1912, Hellmann’s mayonnaise was only manufactured in England. In fact, the Titanic was carrying 12,000 jars of the condiment scheduled for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico, which was the next port of call for the great ship after its stop in New York.

This would have been the largest single shipment of mayonnaise ever delivered to Mexico. But as we know, the great ship did not make it to New York. The ship hit an iceberg and sank, and the cargo was forever lost.

The people of Mexico, who were crazy about mayonnaise, and were eagerly awaiting its delivery, were disconsolate at the loss. Their anguish was so great, that they declared a National Day of Mourning, which they still observe to this day.

The National Day of Mourning occurs each year on May 5th and is known, of course, as Sinko de Mayo.

The Mayonnaise is probably still down there, we just need to convince a submarine of billionaires to go and collect it.

Just set up an unprotected network with a fun proxy:

https://pete.ex-parrot.com/upside-down-ternet.html