Yep I do the email thing. And yeah, I know they all share everything, but at least I make them work for it.
Yep I do the email thing. And yeah, I know they all share everything, but at least I make them work for it.
I don’t know how much my privacy is actually being respected but I do go for the “use as many different services as possible so no company knows absolutely everything about me.” Approach.
I have a Garmin watch. I press a button on it twice, and within a minute or so a group of people I selected recieve an email with a live link, that shows my path and current location. Once I press the button again my live location ends but the list of people can still see my whole “activity”. I think that expires on 24 hours but I’m not sure on that.
It’s use is supposedly to show off exercising? I use it when I’m out hunting public land and might be wandering away from my truck or driving to several nearby trailheads in a day and don’t want to have to remember to tell my other half “I know I said I was going to Fish Lake but so got distracted and stopped at Deer mountain and then drove to Owlfield but I parked on the south side of the trailhead but ended up walking north 3 miles…”
I think you might be confused. If you didn’t want people’s answers, perhaps next time don’t ask, or ask a buddy over a drink.
Are you keeping up with the Commodore?
My dad was showing us all Moon Shuttle for the 64, some old game he’d never played. And then he pulled out a chip he called “the shadow” that I guess has a history to it. It was a replacement for another chip you’d plug it into the hard drive to… Copy games? But they didn’t work or they didn’t make enough? He even showed me his thermal printed complaint letter he wrote explaining how long he waited and how many times he was fobbed off.
While I have to suffer the canned variety most of the time, a good cheesy pineapple onion black olive pizza is a very good thing. Or pineapple with any spicy ingredients.
Growing up there was a pizza place in my home town that had a house pizza. The primary thing was the crust was almost… crackery? Dry and crispy (it was just a family owned restaurant, don’t know if they had a pizza oven). The toppings were pineapple, green olives, crumbled/very fine dice ham, onion… I wish I could remember if that’s all. It was an amazing pizza and I regret they closed and I can never have it again :(
My partner went to a convention in another city. He was caught off guard by the number of dudes in leather and fetishwear that he saw around the hotel when he first arrived but just thought the city must have a diverse and adventurous night life.
The next morning on his way out he spotted a poster, it was “The Bear Ball” weekend, some disco themed big gay guy event, and the hotel he was in was the headquarters, which explains why most of the other attendants of his conference were being housed in a different hotel.
He said he had some great people watching for the next couple days.