I remember when search engines just sucked and it was hard to find anything, then I heard about google.standford.edu and the internet was good again.
I remember when search engines just sucked and it was hard to find anything, then I heard about google.standford.edu and the internet was good again.
Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics. My mom had the radio on in the car always, and I remember this song being played all the time when it came out. Heavily influenced my musical tastes.
I never went home much after that because it wasn't home anymore. Then I came out and things deteriorated even more. I wasn't allowed to tell my siblings (I'm the oldest) and I wasn't allowed to be alone with them. Nowadays I don't talk to my dad and I text my mom Merry Christmas once a year.
Power Stone 1 and 2, so much fun in college. Space Channel 5, just loved the retrofuture ascetic and rhythm games. Same for Rez, a rhythmic shooter. Oh, can't forget Jet Set Radio, loved that so much.
I'd argue that he'd use OpenBSD and be running his own firewall, web server, email server, and ftp server.
Thanks, I appreciate that, but all that was 20 years ago.
Here's my anecdote. I have Kaiser through my employer and pay about $200 a month for the best plan offered. I pay $10 for a 30 day supply of generic medication. Video/phone visits are free. I recently had to get lab work done twice and paid $90 combined for both, but I was able to just drop by whenever was convenient for me and was in and out in 10 mins. I had a mental health crisis last year and went through weeks of intensive outpatient group therapy plus months of ACT/DBT therapy all for free. My individual therapist is covered and I pay nothing. I recently had a physical exam, it was covered. Now I do have an autoimmune disorder that I do feel a bit neglected a bit by them, but I could advocate for myself more.
So from a non major life threatening emergency perspective, I feel pretty satisfied with my insurance.
Was going to write about an ex, but I think I'll talk about my parents. I went away to college, first year, first semester. Winter break come around and I'm planning on coming home to spend christmas with my family for a week or two, stay in my bedroom, etc. I arrive home for the first time since the beginning of the semester, and ... my bedroom is gone. My parents remodeled the house while I was away and they extended the living room by knocking out my bedroom. They never even asked me about it, told me anything, I just found out I have no place to come back to once I walked through the front door. That sort of brazen rejection as a teenager... it fucked me up.