I hope there are security tapes.

I'm going to sue the guy at the bar that tells me I'm always hammered when I see him but doesn't say the same thing to everyone else at the bar.

The best one being "Damn, this looks stupid".

I think there's a time between "This thing is possible I guess" and "you're already fucked" that I'd like to hear about things.

Spirit outsources the slap to whoever is sitting in seat 1C.

They'll send you an email with a link that you need a password to get into or the attachments are encrypted. I've seen it used mainly in clinics for HIPAA compliance and law offices.

And ebaum's world. And rotten. And something awful.

I never put that together with wardriving but that's exactly what it is. Thank you for that.

Unrelated story: ~20 years ago I was in the military and broke as hell. I went wardriving in my neighborhood looking for open wifi and found a business not too far away that had it. So I built an antenna out of a coffee can, mounted it up just outside my window, and got free wifi for months.

From the WaPo article (where the daily dot got its info)

He also promised advisers he would not regularly invite her to travel with him on his plane

Emphasis mine. He didn't dump her, he just said he wouldn't invite her regularly.

It's a Patrón thing. I'd be having more fun than anyone else if I were hammered right now.

There's another reply further down that goes into specifics. I ain't the one because I didn't come with receipts and I'm just a drunk.

I wish I could go back in time to warn myself not to read this. The memory of receiving those (and other awful shit) is indelibly marked in my brain.

I do not know how true it is, but I've heard that some of them will create a mesh network if your neighbor has the same brand and it's connected to the internet.

I've always meant to look into it but I have big dumb TVs that work for now.

I knew beggin' strips were way before, but I remember a brief period where there were bacon mints, bacon soap, bacon soda, bacon candy, bacon tattoos....bacon everything. I want to say it wasn't long after a whole bunch of folks were getting those mustache tattoos on their fingers but I'm getting older and my perception of time is warped.

It does. There are some upsides, though. One bonus is that, at least in some small ways, some of these shitbag companies that have acted terribly in the past are letting up because we have options. We don't have to rely on a couple of big studios for every game we play. So EA has backed off of their terrible launcher.

I also think it's kind of cool that any schmuck can make their dream come true. I've definitely put out a bunch of music that I don't market, just because I always wanted to do it. Anyone with an idea and a laptop can code up a game. The ridiculous amount of shovelware aside, I think that's pretty cool.

I just wish there was a better way to sift through the dreck to find the good stuff.

Never attribute to malice what can be explained by plain old dumbfuckery. These podunk inbreds may do it for kicks (some of them are definitely malicious enough), but I think it's pretty likely that they got someone named Cooter to do the final installation.

This information is brought to you by a drunk that looks like he could be named Cooter. Or possibly Cletus.

Was that around the time when they had bacon flavored everything and motherfuckers were getting bacon tattoos?

Fred Rogers was a great Christian.

It's just Shatner, isn't it? Except even he doesn't really speak it even though he was in a movie that was entirely Esperanto.

I will be the first to tell you that nothing I've ever put out could be considered useful or beneficial. Generally it's just vaguely funny but also kind of sad. At its best it's entertaining on the right combination of drugs.