Oh wow. That takes me back. There used to be a Windows 3.1 program that would attempt to make MIDIs from MP3s. It worked best with soft and quiet songs, not overly loud ones.

If you want a particular song transcribed, it might be best to find someone to help.

Purr-sonalized!

Was gonna suggest this theme. I love it in my light daily driver.

Oh crap… No wonder my family car didn’t last long.

I love Bannock! Good stuff.

Good girl, Skitter.

I would love to work at a place like that. :I

All I need are absolute prompts on what to do.

Ew. Good job.

Cute aggression!!! NNNNRRRGGGHHHHH!!!

Lol. We rarely did get breaks. But we had a slow lull between 2 and 4. Best damn K.P. burgers I’ve ever had. :)

Thanks!! :D

Canadian cops state, leave your keys by your front door to give thieves an easier time stealing your car! Help the little man!

I remember working at a restaurant once that was open on Christmas. We were expected to be working for at least 12 hours, but we had two 30 minute breaks and a 1 hour lunch.

One dude brought in a 6 pack of Red bulls, but he was clearly high AF as well. Not sure on what (we suspected speed or something as he was flying), but he chugged those RBs throughout the shift.

By noon he was in an ambulance on the way to the ER.

I can hear the frantic flapping of that paw through the air. The sound of one paw grasping.

Isn’t he a Djinn?

If you can find Japanese Makita brand products (I.E., from Japan), they have actual quality.

I remember finding Google’s robots.txt when they first came out. It was a cute little text ASCII art of a robot with a heart that said, “We love robots!”

I have a feeling it’s just faded over time, or it wasn’t colour balanced correctly.

It looks like her purple outfit, design wise, but all the colours in those pictures look blown out.

I tend to find my meltdowns happen to make me more verbal for a little bit. But I still cannot communicate afterwards.

I’ll mostly be talking (or crying) to myself, doing the whole ugly crying thing. It lasts about an hour, over the stupidest thing, then I just go silent. I had already let it all out, and there was nothing left at that point.

I’m blank faced, neutral looking. Like a mannequin. The voices in my head have finally gone quiet and I just sit there in silence.

I kind of enjoy the aftermath, for how blank I feel afterwards.

That said, it is more awkward for others who don’t understand that I just want to be quiet.

I should learn how to manage this…