While not strictly a QR code, I always liked that the Dolby Digital data between perforations on a film strip had a tiny Dolby logo at the centre.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sound-on-film#/media/File:35mm_film_audio_macro.jpg
While not strictly a QR code, I always liked that the Dolby Digital data between perforations on a film strip had a tiny Dolby logo at the centre.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sound-on-film#/media/File:35mm_film_audio_macro.jpg
Piston aircraft still use it. Which makes it doubly annoying when some tit in a cesna decides to circle around town at 1000’.
Not just making a noise, also cropdusting with TEL.
I sharpen my knives with a grit block maybe every 6 months, because I want sharp knives, but was told an angle sharpener would leave me with BBQ skewers.
It’s hardly a “masterful man task”, more like 20 minutes to do a kitchen chore. Like refilling the dishwasher salt. Or cleaning the bin.
I can hear Connor in this image saying “I hate that bro”
No plug! It was just a PCI card with breakout cables. (Which I should definitely track down soon!)
I still have my PCI 0404 somewhere. I should really work out where, before it gets accidentally binned!
Flushable rapid-set concrete.
Massive love for Reaper. One of the few bits of software I’m happy to pay for each time I’ve had my 3 future versions, or whatever it is.
Which British accent? Westcountry or Scouse, you probably have a point.
My apologies, I forgot how truly selfless the CEO class is.
I have everything as FLAC, then every now and then run a batch conversion to a mirror folder as MP3V0
Of course, after I spent all that time converting and automating, I got a spotify subscription, and barely touch the files now :|
Ah, the Season 4 finale of For All Mankind.
That and following any “bad for teeth” food or drink with something neutral/good to mean it’s not just sitting there.
Glass of water after sweets/coffee/coke/etc…
My line is, I can go out in my dressing gown so long as I’m within sight of the house.
And I can drive in my dressing gown to drop someone off, so long as it’s inside town.
At least it’s not UK Taco Bell prices.
I think TB thought they’d be a neat novelty, and have people queuing out the door. So they priced tacos at £5+.
The result was, lots of people went there…once. They parted with £15/head, and got bland tacos.
I love how if you spin the streetview around, there are 3 police officers getting into an unmarked car, waving at the camera.
Iirc, it’s viewable on the north side of the train tracks approaching Vauxhall/Waterloo.
Though bob might be gone now.
Or those flash-based “shoot the mosquito” ads that played a buzzing noise, at a time where your browser didn’t highlight tabs playing media.
Or ignorance made a convenient fig leaf.