On a toes-related note: My roommate secured a Media pass for me at Chicago's Lollapalooza festival, which happened over the past weekend. She officially knows the right people. I have another pass for the Smokeout (Country Music) festival this weekend. Neither of these things are really up my alley, but I'm still pretty let down to miss the opportunity to go and take photos at events like that.
I'm especially sad I missed the possibility of getting to tell the Metallica people to eat shit and die for ruining Napster 20 years ago. It'd be worth getting tossed out to do that.
OS/2 of any stripe right now appears to be a non-starter. Windows NT 3.x has turned into more trouble than it's worth
A close friend of mine ended his life over the weekend. The man had lived his entire life in pain and really never caught a break in any way or at any point, but he was extremely funny and charming and he had touched hundreds of lives in his career as a DJ and comic. He was around my age and someone I've known for more than a decade. This extraordinarily unexpected event has left me and more or less all of my social circle doing daily welfare checks and trying to find ways to better keep in touch.
I'm not trying to make a mental health PSA here and I'm typing this to seek sympathy, but I really am saying that I regret all the times I have said that I'll get to something sooner or later because I thought I'd have all the time in the world, and the calls, emails and conversations I didn't make time to have. Men very often remain emotionally distant with one another even when they are close. What a shitty norm that is.
Thanks for letting us know. I skipped the two boosters because I was waiting for an omicron specific booster. I'm not in a high-risk group anyway, being that I only go out every other week to buy groceries. And I wear an N95 mask with a surgical mask over it.
I thought your Honda was crushed some years ago during a tornado or something. Those vehicles have been obsolete for over 11 years, so I doubt there is much case against the manufacturer.My Element had a defect that my mechanic had never seen before. A tiny sheath that sits along the axel of my car apparently traps water and, given that I live in the midwest, road salt. My axel actually rusted clean through at that point and broke while I was at speed. I had no idea what had happened, only that my car suddenly sounded and felt like I was constantly running over an animal for the amount of time it took for me to get off the road. It was definitely a change of pants moment.
The mechanic I deal with actually thinks it might be a decent case for recall on Honda Elements; there are a couple other people who have reported this same thing.