Aye, it's a fucking shit show alright. Hide the cables behind some low wooden shelves under the TV and put all the devices on those shelves (drill holes in the back of the shelves for the cables to go through). Otherwise stick that big black hairy god-awful pimp carpet over the whole lot of it and velcro it to the wall. Also, you need to get a good plasterer. That back wall is a fucking disgrace.
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HTML. I wanted to go full retro with it, although the parsing of the RSS feeds are done by a little PHP script.
Cloud Atlas was brilliant.
Tom Hanks.
I've never seen a bad Tom Hanks movie.
It's okay, I sussed it out. Thank you anyway. I wanted it to fit in with the look and feel of the rest of my site and I eventually managed to do it in the section labelled ''Terminal 3" at media-underground.net
It can take about 20 seconds to parse the feeds, but I don't think there's anything I can do to speed it up. My RSS reader takes just as long.
He'll be dead by the end of the year. Some Lee Harvey Oswald quiet loner type.
If they've got access to the news, they might want to stay up there until the Orange Man croaks.
Here at 'Bumpkin Watch' our investigative journalist team have uncovered the real reason why weirdy-trimmed-beardy JD Vance uses his initials rather than either of his actual forenames. At first we just assumed it was some kind of a hillbilly thing like being called Gomer, Cletus or Booger, but it actually turns out it's because his real name is even more shit than any of those.
Vance, whose parents were siblings, was actually christened Jebediah Doofus on August 3rd, 1984 by his mentally ill mother, Trixie-Bob, at the Middletown Confessional Calvinist Church, Ohio after she escaped from the local mental institute with the one day old nipper.
His father, Goober Charles Jnr (renowned crystal meth manufacturer and three time near miss KKK Grand Wizard) passed away eight months earlier in what has only been described in the local 'Middletown Gazette' as "a freak washing machine accident". According to sources, Goober, "was at the local laundromat" and "got his frayed neckerchief caught in the machine's drive belt during its spin cycle". Apparently he had been "raking for loose change through a removed rear panel".
Initially christened with the surname Bomen, his mother changed it to Reynolds when she married her sixth husband and uncle, Herschel Beauregard "Burt" Reynolds III.
Quite where he got the surname Vance from has remained a mystery for many years, however, having recently tracked down his old juvenile detention buddy Virgil Buford, we can confirm that he adopted it from the famous UK Radio One disc jockey and heavy metal enthusiast, Tommy Vance, whom JD had become enamoured with during his early years. Sources have disclosed that he used to tune in to his step father's portable shortwave radio every Friday night during Uncle Herschel's weekly weekend "fishing" trips, although Buford did remark that "the only fishing Ol' Burt ever got up to was for some well worn pussy."
"I can't believe he's got to where he is today," Buford added, "to start from such humble beginnings and end up third in command of the country under Elon is one hellava achievement."
"Is that Kung Fu?"
"No, he's only had 2 pints."
I tried using an exit node with Tailscale and couldn't get it to work either. I did find a fix, but realised I really didn't need an exit node for what I was using Tailscale for, so never carried it out. It was something to do with applying additional settings on the web GUI if I remember correctly.
I can see an experiment coming on. Give your snake two dishes and see which it prefers.
I use them all the time. Pisses me off when other road users don't. They're called indicators here in the UK and apparently if you pass an advanced driving test and get an advanced licence you don't have to use them all the time, particularly if there's no-one around to see them. Advanced courses are about thinking rather than being on autopilot, and so indicating out of habit suggests you're not paying attention to what's going on around you.