@streakmachine It's the only reason to buy/steal the tank.
Update is going slowly but without the occasional screen flashes which I know is the MacOS updater desparately trying to tell me, "I know you said remind me later but you have updates", but it can't because..no desktop.
I have a time estimate this time and the progress bar is moving.
@streakmachine If only the drive home had the options available to you in Los Santos.
Downloading 10.12.5 and installing manually because the App Store updater is junk.
MacOS update.
Click restart. Update starts. Desktop suddenly comes back. Restart again. Update starts. Progress bar has not moved in forever.
Last time this happened, I like never brought it back to life agin.
I'm so over this thing.
Speaking of Fax machines.
They're the modern era's version of tarting a delivery boy up in a dickey, cumberbun and pantaloons then sending him off with a wax-sealed envelope.
Tossing the fax machine's offering into the shredder on your way back to your desk is the modern era's version of sending your own tarted up delivery boy with their delivery boy's head in a box.
I guess the take-away here is that fax machines have saved the lives of countless young men.
If it isn't already obvious, my mind is all over the place today.
@kdfrawg We still have vendors and customers who insist on sending and receiving the things. It's almost as quaint as sending some guy in pantaloons with a wax-sealed envelope.
// @streakmachine
Phone and laptop go ding and flash a notification that Sidekick has sent an email.
Phone and laptop go ding and flash a notification that Sidekick has sent a text message informing me that she sent an email.
Phone will eventually go ring with a call from sidekick to inform me that she sent a text to inform me about an email.
I'm turning off my phone to see if she goes to Staples and sends a fax next.
I just don't understand people.
A woman was stopped in the road a couple of miles from the office. Ran out of gas. Was going from car to car asking for a lift to the gas station a mile up the road. There was no turn off between where we were stopped and the station. "I'm not headed that way", was an invalid excuse. Watched three cars drive off and leave her there.
She was all of 80 pounds soaking wet so it wasn't like she was a physical threat. No bulge in any of her pockets so unless she had a ankle holster, she wasn't packing. She wasn't asking for money. Just a lift to the gas station up the road.
I know the perfect punchline would be, "So, I laughed in her face and drove off", but, no, I gave her a lift.
I hope everyone who rolled their windows up at her drove off has a horrible day.