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The AUR is for Arch and trying to use it on a different distro will have mixed results at best.

You can either wait for Manjaro to catch up and add the glib2-devel package which was created over a month ago, or edit the plgbuild and change it to glib2

You’ve just dredged up a core memory! I can’t believe they’re still around and I haven’t used a CD drive in so long that I’ve forgotten that no-CD patches were a thing.

Everyone loves ultra-violence, right?

The beauty of open source software =)

What if the chip dies? How am I gonna be able to get my stuff?

You can have backup keys, but if you don’t have that then your data is gone.

I don’t fully understand how it works, but where is the encryption saved? On the chip itself or somewhere else?

Encryption key is stored in the TPM chip.

I used a kindle keyboard for a long time and I think the new front lit ones are a big improvement, especially in low light (I use a kindle oasis.) I can’t speak for sync improvements though since I keep it completely offline and transfer everything though calibre.

Oi, fuck you and the horse you rode in on.

One coffee? No.

A lot of coffee? Yes.

Have you tried with a stock kernel instead of zen?

And windows doesn’t support virtio video, use qxl.

Tap water and a bath towel.

If I say I want spicy – I want to be in visible discomfort and bystanders should be concerned for my safety.

Personally? I hate it.

Anytime I have to deal with it I usually just write a bash script that writes a horrific unrolled powershell script rather than dealing with ps data structures.

In powershell, kinda – but it’s unpleasant. Everything is an object which you pipe between commands, but it’s not a text stream so the receiving end has to explicitly understand what it’s receiving.

Lettuce alone is sufficient, but not necessary. As soon as you omit lettuce it takes multiple ingredients.

“I am the greatest!”

“No.”

“I am the greatest!”

Shazbot!

The the car I drive for work has a volume knob and I hate it with a passion.

It’s a quote from Snow Crash.

The Deliverator’s car has enough potential energy packed into its batteries to fire a pound of bacon into the Asteroid Belt. Unlike a bimbo box or a Burb beater, the Deliverator’s car unloads that power through gaping, gleaming, polished sphincters. When the Deliverator puts the hammer down, shit happens. You want to talk contact patches? Your car’s tires have tiny contact patches, talk to the asphalt in four places the size of your tongue. The Deliverator’s car has big sticky tires with contact patches the size of a fat lady’s thighs. The Deliverator is in touch with the road, starts like a bad day, stops on a peseta.