Seventy eight years ago, at 7:48 local time, on December 7, 1941, was the moment of a day that would live in infamy.
It wasn’t the the end of the horrors that we could impose upon our fellow man of that era.
Nor the beginning.
Three years ago, the sailors aboard the USS John C. Stennis rendered honors at that place to that time.
Speaking of Half-Life — well, of the Half-Life universe…
The motors on my 3D Printer sound like Turrets humming to themselves in Portal.
Maybe I should see about capturing the audio while it churns away on the 20-hour print.
As part of the re-training and re-exposure to several technologies and concepts and also because it’s the only justification for building (and allowing) a Windows machine on my network: Half Life: Alyx.
Also, I’ll need to select a suitable, mid-grade (read: inexpensive) VR headset.
Yep, still funny all these years later.
…in more of these. I wonder if they’ll deliver by the case?
No snifter needed. Chill. Open. Continue to chill.
It’s a bit of a chore to polish off 24 ounces. But if I must, it’s a sacrifice that I’m willing to make.
Alas, nobody else here presently enjoys a stout. I guess that really just means that I haven’t found the one that she enjoys yet.
the rest of me 