I have a sleep study tonight because I have like WILD insomnia. I have a feeling its going to be a not very great time having a bunch of stuff attached to me and not being able to sleep. I just want powerful downers so I can make myself eepy. GIVE YA GIRL SOME AMBIEN!
So I'm struggling to get a computer working, I would love some help with direction on this project.
So I have a desktop PC that the hard drive died in, which used to be my work computer with windows on it. And I have a hard disk drive from my laptop (windows machine, smashed by my partner, harvested HDD) and a HDD that I previously installed mx Linux studio on.
I put the Linux drive in the computer and tried to start it up. It returned an error:
error no such partition grub rescue
I saw somewhere that I can fix this with a fresh Linux install, so I'm gonna try that later. But my bigger question is how do I use this laptop SSD in a desktop? Is the pin out some sort of micro or mini SATA? I MEED HELP 🥺
I saw it the other day. It was most certainly NOT Vineland but was still a solid film with a strong plot, cast and director. V good, would give 8.5/10. I'm curious how PTA can be claiming that the film shares something with Vineland. Like did they get together with goal of making Vineland but this is what came out? Was the end product the original script from the get go?
Nothin to see here. Definitely nothing suspicious about that AT ALL. I think we can all agree that this is textbook suicide and no one should ask any more questions.
Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet, oh, in a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, and he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say: Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
Not weird at all! I've been struggling with the same feelings. I just don't know what to do or how to get started. I want to make content but like a bunch of stuff about my life right now is a mess. Like I'm kind of a high level professional musician associated with really out there renowned avant garde jazz musicians. Uhh at risk of doxing myself, the oldest living working musician alive today is a friend of mine. He's my teacher and he took me on as a student at 100 years old. It's a spiritual thing more than anything. It means a lot to me but it doesn't seem to add up to a whole lot to anyone else. UGH!!! I should be compensated fairly for being a genderbending demi-goddess from outer space in all my psychedelic glory!
I don't believe you. You can't convince me that someone didn't smash Oscar the Grouch with a comically large wooden hammer and send him to the bottom of the ocean.
I have a sleep study tonight because I have like WILD insomnia. I have a feeling its going to be a not very great time having a bunch of stuff attached to me and not being able to sleep. I just want powerful downers so I can make myself eepy. GIVE YA GIRL SOME AMBIEN!