Nope. Nice idea but these were status symbols most of all, and had a bit of defensive use.

There’s San Gimignano left of you want to get a real life feel of how it was. The town lies on an important route and local families showed off by showing their massive dongs of towers.

That’s pretty much what I did. 5L of 10% vinegar plus some water ate almost everything away. Now my problem is 11 pinholes and a leaking seam…

It’s all about the process violently wiggles eyebrows

IKEAs are cathedrals of consumerist God, one goes there not to buy but to worship and make sacrifices to The Economy

She’s more of Instagram type rather than Lemmy. It’s a safe place.

… or perfect the chopsticks game better than Jackie Chan in the Drunken Master

Same, but good thing she isn’t at home for a few days

It’s filled with 6…7% acetic acid solution, I use the brush to speed up things before my missus kicks the project and me out of the house.

The brush has a suction cup at the end which acts as flared base, which I anchored to the handle with some duct tape.

Hobo repair. Breaking bad on dumb settings, instead of cooking meth I sneak into houses to repair a motorcycle.

There’s a ~7% acetic acid solution in the tank, enriched with a handful of screws and bolts. It eats through the rust as pacman eats the dots, you just have to help it get to where it’s needed. The Contraption helps accelerating process when I’m tired of violently shaking it.

I am honestly happy that i jumped off the Ruby ship about ten years ago. Rails was both a blessing and a curse of a beautiful language.

Ah ritual body modifications in order to get favor from the God. Doomsday cult we deserve.

Why?

I miss Ruby DSLs so much. Python is bland. It’s on purpose, I know and even appreciate it.

Yet I feel like Ruby syntax magic compared to Python blandness is like comparing a steaming plate of beautiful aromatic curry to plain rice.

JFYI, w is a vowel in Welsh.

And yet here we are, at Lemmy, where things are slightly less corporate.

Intel 486sx at whooping 33MHz, 4Mb RAM, 650 Mb HDD. Was some Red Hat flavor and took a couple of minutes to launch Netscape Navigator.

I never had seen a French person frowning at the worst possible attempt at French.

Your French could sound like a seal having a stroke while tripping on acid, like a 1920 Ford T coughing on sugar reach diesel, like a dyslexic Albanian speaking Icelandic - and still the result will be at least an attempt at understanding and communication.

Compare that to Germany, where one mispronounced syllable in a conversation with a native aboriginal make the same effect as if you were telling them a double 4-disk Enigma encrypted message.