What the fuck

Is that St. Luigi?

The free trial lasted me 2 months. I then bought the year subscription and have been evangelizing Orion to all the iPhone-users in my friend group and my family. This is the only subscription I am willing to pay for.

Really, when you pay for Kagi most of the money actually is supporting the development of the Orion browser. I eagerly await the release of the Linux version of Orion. It's like Brave, but without any of the crypto bullshit that keeps me from reccomending Brave to people.

No, there's other paid search engines, the others just look like they are from the pre-iPod era and have suboptimal spiders

I can't see either

I would never hate a fish enough to give one a cybertruck

What i tell you now must never be repeated to my parents. I will deny every word, except for the latter part that resulted in me burning a hole in the driveway since they already know about that.

When I was a teen, I spilled some gas on the concrete floor of the garage while filling up the lawn mower. I thought to myself, "What's the fastest way to clean this up?" Clearly the fastest option was to burn it. This did in fact work and produced a controllable flame, but I had neglected to move the closed plastic gas can away from the puddle of gasoline. As it turns out, plastic is made of flammable petrochemicals. The outside of it immediately caught on fire.

I realized that if the gas can lost structural integrity, gas would flood the garage floor, likely setting the whole structure ablaze. So, I picked up the flaming jug of death and ran out of the garage, setting it in the middle of the asphalt driveway downwind of any important structures. I now had the task of putting out a gasoline fire. How could I do this? Obviously, the best way to put out a fire is to spray it with a hose. So I grabbed the garden hose and aimed the nozzle at the melting jug of death.

This did not work. As it turns out, gasoline floats on water, and as such spraying water on a gasoline fire simply increases its surface area. It roared like a bonfire and the plastic can rapidly collapsed. Additionally, it turns out that asphalt is mainly composed of tar, which is a flammable petrochemical.

At some point I realized I had no idea what I was doing and called the fire department. By the time a fireman arrived, all that remained of the blaze was a smoking hole in the driveway the size of a small child, which was extinguished with a handheld chemical extinguisher.

My dad, at the time, was in charge of the safety training at the local chemical plant. My attempt to extinguish the flaming jug of death made an appearance in one of his PowerPoint slides as an example of what not to do with an oil fire.

I did a lot of exploration of my own identity and self discovery as a kid, and was very disappointed to find that I am cishet man and average in every way conceivable.

What a waste of my wonderful, accepting parents! I should at least have turned out as trans girlfailure bottom as a courtesy. Instead all I got was a clear view of what exactly my white privilege does for me.

Autism peer review

I do take issue with this. Indigenous hunting practices are not really all that sustainable, they're just done in smaller amounts so the waste is less visible. We have the opportunity to use technology to live more sustainably in our environment; corpos just don't want to invest in that.

You certainly wouldn't regret it for long

Gonna send this to my MIL so I don't have to come to family gatherings anymore