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Surely the man whose most well known trait is how much he lies can be believed
Surely the man whose most well known trait is how much he lies can be believed
That’s called doublespeak
Mounting locations are a convention, not a standard, mount whatever you like wherever you like. In your case, I’d mount it under /mnt/ntfs, /mnt/windows if it a windows main partition you want visible, or by drive letter if it’s a secondary drive on a dual-boot system.
Or however you want. I would keep it under /mnt, but you don’t have to.
Do maybe sure you have user permissions set up properly if this is a multiuser machine though
Edit: also I would interpret
If /mnt is for temporary
‘temporary’ as in ‘may become unmounted without seriously fucking the system’
/ and /home aren’t temporary. Everywhere else is
I’m sure the archaea in the salt flats will adapt too
No one will use this either
or reused
somewhereeverywhereat some pointconstantly
Mainframes are just other people’s computers
Well that’ll be fantastic
Mint should have Waylant support if you don’t use Cinnamon; I know Xfce has Wayland support (though I don’t use it, they can pry X11 from my cold dead hands)
At least 40,000 years, but more likely longer; the best estimate of when body lice diverged from head lice is ~107,000 years ago
The exact nature of the curse varies, but it’s canonically cursed in most continuities
Why doesn’t it work? Because there’s a literal criminal conspiracy of the wealthiest of Gotham dating back centuries that most recent versions of Batman has been at war with since near the outset of his investigative career.
Also, Gotham is literally cursed
Jim Bob the bridge builder
Beats being named Jim Bob the goat fucker
Gotta remember to bring the name binder though :P
…this is why I leave the DMing to my friend
“They aren’t attached enough to the horses to have chosen names for them, they are referred to by their coat colour.”
“What colours are they?”
“…fuck.”
Look at you, planning in advance
Sometimes truth is shallower than fiction
You could try a local farmer