You could've created a whole nother reality with that Sony laptop from PC World 1996, bro. I decided I looked cooler like Zero Cool with my Zip drive and a spray-painted laptop. I just had the regular 386 old-boy Compaq like a corporate poorer. Linus Torval is definitely goated.

Compro torval mesmo😘

a falta de um pai me causou muitos problemas mentais, tais como Torval de 12 em 12, aripriprazol e Clonazepam

Contando aqui os remédios q já tomei pra ansiedade, depressão e bipolaridade: escitalopram, bupropiona, aripiprazol, lamotrigina, torval, zetron, rivotril, alprazolam, lítio, lutab, quetiapina... isso sem contar a Ritalina, Concerta e o Foq pro meu TDAH... ñ ia dar certo nunca!

aripiprazol e torval me deixou assim só que sem a parte da música eu só ficava em silêncio mesmo

Who doesnt? This is boring. Linus is boring, stuck in when we had little cpus. Now, and you better listen Torval - we have AI. Thats right. AI loops are suprior to your plain old for loops. AI loops do tasks that the kernel would not even be capable of. Long live claude agents.

Eu tomei depakene, torval e lítio quando suspeitou-se que eu tivesse TAB, tomei por 1 ano, mudei 3x porque também não me ajustei, o lítio foi o mais tranquilo até, o depakene me deixava andando igual bebado 🗣️ felizmente fiz uma avaliação neuropsicóloga que descartou bipolaridade e parei com essas bombas

It’s been about three or four years since I’ve posted about my list of demands. My demands for the day are: somebody come over here and empty my dishwasher, and take the clean towels that I folded off of the kitchen table and put them into the linen closet. And somebody run up there and pick up my crab boil and lobster bisque soup. Don’t spill my soup and don’t steal any of my shrimp. Don’t make any noise when you do all of these tasks. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I’ll wait patiently until I hear somebody complete it. @jtstokke And then what do they have to do when they’re done with that Torval. You know better than anyone. 😝😝

C'est bizarre mais quand Robert Ménard qui passe tous les jours sur une chaîne info différente ou Marie-Hélène torval mère et reine passe sur cnews tous les trois jours vous ne dites pas ça @meaggre14

Para o psiquiatra depressão e TAB, para neuropsicóloga TEA e TDAH. Nisso um mix de venlafaxina, atentah, aristab, torval, Rivotril, sessão semanal de TCC e uma vida desgraçada deitada o dia todo sem ânimo pra nada

Someone stole a WWII tank from a Utah forest. One of just under 16,000 ever built, after 70 years of sitting undisturbed in the Dixie National Forest, an 80-year-old WWII M2 half-track military vehicle simply vanished overnight. The historic military half-track was illegally taken from its resting spot in the Boulder Mountain Row Lakes area between June 21 and June 22, 2024. Rangers were stunned: "How do you move one of those things? It's monster huge." The vehicle was last used over 70 years ago, in the late 1950s, by Utah State Rep. Carl Albrecht's father, Torval, who used the half-track to haul freshly cut spruce and pine from the Boulder and Thousand Lake Mountains to his log mill in Bicknell. The vehicle was left there in 1954 after it suffered engine failure as the team tried to move it off the mountain through heavy snow. It had been there long enough that it had become Forest Service property and an archaeological piece of the land, protected by the Archaeological Resources Protection Act of 1979. With help from the public, police identified a white Dodge Ram 2500 Heavy-Duty pickup truck with gold trim, pulling a PJ-brand trailer, as the vehicle used for the heist. Tips poured in from multiple counties across Utah as well as portions of northeastern Arizona. An individual who had taken the vehicle and their attorney eventually contacted the Forest Service to discuss a deal to return it, and the individual claimed he thought it was considered abandoned property, intending to restore it. Forest Service archeologists, working alongside the State Historic Preservation Office, will continue to work to secure its place on the National Register of Historic Places.

Linus Torval is not the only person maintaining the code. There's a lot of people involved. He is more like the director of an orchestra. He doesn't make the music himself (mostly) he just directs it. And since it is open source EVERYONE that wants to, can check Linux.

Yeah, but also I feel like paladins champs a lot of them were actually so fun to use, like with torval you could just fly away people from the map, pre-nerf lex could shoot once and them erase all the enemies with the ult

Aside from Vonn. Don’t even recognize the names. Unlike Harding, Kerrigan, Yamaguchi, Ono, Torval/Dean, Hammil, etc. who were household recognizable names

that C meant alot too bc when they beeded Torval, he would lookout. The Mud Bowl episode if I recall. Lowkey he was likey cheat code

Voici trois bonnes raisons de lire les deux premiers tomes de la trilogie CRÉATURES. Première raison : le monde ne sert pas de décor, il agit. Dans Les Deux Princes d’Ombrelumière puis Calendur, l’univers n’est pas un fond peint pour faire joli. Les choix politiques, technologiques et métaphysiques ont des conséquences matérielles visibles. La technomagie n’est pas un gadget, elle fracture des équilibres anciens. Les reliques ne sont pas symboliques, elles déplacent réellement le pouvoir. Lire ces deux tomes, c’est assister à la mise en place d’un monde qui se dérègle de l’intérieur, sans exposition didactique ni morale contreplaquée. Deuxième raison : les figures d’autorité ne sont pas héroïques. Rois, empereurs, prêtres, dragons, conseils invisibles : tous gouvernent mal, partiellement, ou trop tard. Chacun fait du mieux qu’il peut (mais pas toujours) pour sauver sa pomme. Enfin, surtout, personne n’est là pour “sauver le monde”. Les décisions sont prises sous contrainte, par intérêt, fatigue ou aveuglement, et les dégâts se transmettent aux générations suivantes. Le tome I pose les fautes fondatrices, le tome II montre leurs retombées concrètes. Cette continuité donne une densité rare : on lit une chaîne de causalité, pas une suite d’exploits. Troisième raison : la montée en puissance est silencieuse, mais irréversible. Il n’y a pas de rupture tonitruante entre les deux livres. Ce qui s’installe est plus inquiétant : une accumulation. Des artefacts déplacés, des pactes rompus, des seuils franchis sans fanfare. Calendur ne “fait pas plus”, il fait plus profond. Quand le lecteur comprend que le point de non-retour a déjà été franchi, il est trop tard pour revenir en arrière – et c’est précisément à ce moment-là que la trilogie devient impossible à lâcher. Maintenant place au teaser : Un volcan recrache sa fumée. Une guerre se termine sur du basalte. Une plaque noire change de main. Au centre, un soleil orange serti de métal : le Varnourum. Au palais, les seigneurs applaudissent. Le manufacturier, lui, ne bat pas des mains : il réclame son dû. Le roi paye en terres. Le royaume se découpe. Les plans circulent. La guerre, elle, ne meurt pas : elle change de forme et devient souterraine. Une génération plus tard, deux princes courent dans des couloirs trop grands. Un sac de livres se renverse. Une reliure vivante se tortille. Dans la salle à manger, une tarte fume – fromage, tomates – et la nuit pâlit un soir de pleine lune. Le monde a l’air simple. Il ment. Plus haut, ailleurs, un gong résonne à l’intérieur d’une salle sans fenêtres. Un masque-miroir siège. Des chaînes s’agitent. Un nom tombe proprement : Drakõnis. Le juge déroule ses chefs d’accusation, puis jacasse une prière désincarnée. Il aurait perdu son Dieu. Le prisonnier répond sans hausser la voix : la menace est déjà là. Puis, viens Calendur : La lune a bougé d’un millimètre. Un signe d’astrologue, une annonce, un prélude. Dans l’écume, quatre masses sortent des abysses : peau de sel, coraux, chitine. Leurs voix cognent sous les coques et font trembler les flots. Le cercle de lumière se ferme entre ciel et mer. Au firmament, des failles s’ouvrent. L’espace proteste. Le choc est attendu à minuit. Mais il ne se produira qu’à la 25ᵉ heure. « Gôx-gyx ! Tic-tac ! » Sur Twinra, une salle ovale pourpre. Une sphère de malachite. Ryû parle sans visage. Jàé, le Tourmenteur, compte les solstices. Wibi déroule ses phrases monocordes. Dôzô rit en deux coups : « Syyy… Sysysy… » Trois rapaces muets se collent au mur. Vœu de silence. Volonté de survie. Au-dessous, l’arbre sacré sert de phare. Un vaisseau amiral s’y pose, couronne de métal sur trône de bois vivant. Des incons se lèvent dans leurs exo-armures, entendent résonner dans leurs casques : « EN AVANT SOLDATS. » Un dragon blanc fend les cendres. Torval porte deux silhouettes cramponnées à ses écailles. Calendur serre les dents. Aurore du Matin s’inquiète. Un détour s’impose. Une baguette porte un nom : Shandrix. Une vérité attend, coincée dans la gorge, avant l’affrontement des Jumeaux. Dès la Treizième heure, s’alternent les saisons. Vingt-cinquième : plus de règles. Seulement la perspective d’un impact brûlant. Twinra descend. Ombrelumière brûle. Deux astres cherchent l’union. Le temps se met debout et réclame son dû. Dans une folle course contre la montre, peut-être que tout est déjà perdu. amazon.fr/Créatures-1-D…

literally FRESH off my reread. okay sarah torval

Im no saying its slippy oot there troops, but I just seen Torval and Dean go on their arses

Back in the Merethic, he charted the sea lanes and explored the River Niben. Torval sailed all the way from Topal Bay up the Niben Valley.

This week's #ThrowbackThursday brings us to the late Steve White's epic science fiction saga, "PRINCE OF SUNSET," published back in 1998. IT WASN'T MUCH OF AN EMPIRE ANYMORE— BUT IT WAS ALL THEY HAD.... Afterwards, Basil Castellan was always certain that it had all begun the day he'd been rescued by the dragon. Oh, it hadn't been a real dragon, of course, or so he hastily assured everyone to whom he told the story. Only . . . it had been a real dragon. But he would never share that particular knowledge with anyone but Sonja and Tarval.... The Empire had preserved peace and order throughout human-inhabited space, but it had grown weak with the passing of the centuries, and now the self styled New Humans were rising in open rebellion, striving to seize control and impose their fanatical grand design on all humans everywhere. Basil, Sonja and Torval had only recently graduated from the Imperial Deep Space Fleet Academy, and the three comrades had no inkling of the crucial role they would play as the rising storm of war engulfed the galaxy—nor of the importance of the Luon, the dragon-like beings from Basil's homeworld, who were older, wiser, and more powerful than humans could imagine. baen.com/prince-of-sunset.ht…