I would just clear coat it.

Tape off everything that you don't want the clear coat on, spray on a coat, let it dry spray on another coat, sand it with some 400 or 600 grit sandpaper, wipe it down, spray on another cover of clear coat.

Might be a bit of a hassle but if you want to make sure that it's not sticky anymore, clear coat is the way to go.

All the things he said all the things he said running through my head running through my head

I've heard it can also have gastrointestinal effects. I got it a few weeks ago and it really made me Wang Chung.

I believe you have misunderstood the fundamental tenet of the question.

"If a tuvok could vok voks" is explicitly stated in the original question, therefore logically, given the constraints of the thought experiment for the question to be answered a tuvok must be able to vok voks a priori.

How many voks could a tuvok vok if a tuvok could vok voks?

I'm liking the direction the Catholic church is taking.

When I get isekaied I'm going to genetically alter regular house flies and turn them into flies that can seek out any flung projectile and abscond with it for consumption.

I'll give them the power to travel from wherever and whenever they are to intersect with any weapon thrown against me.

They'll eat sling stones and will make short work of trebuchet rocks but my time flies really like an arrow.

The Tibetan mystics know they will be reincarnated against the law of the CCP so even though they've come up with dozens of functional magical spells they are lying about them and not sharing them with the pla.

I make it a point to intentionally dead name soft drinks based on the region I am currently in.

Forcing servers to engage in neuron activation is my hobby.

I thought the story itself was great but Jim Carrey might have been the wrong actor for the role.

He's honestly a really good actor but his freak out is always more cartoonish and this movie called for a non cartoonish series of freak outs.

I saw the movie before reading the comics and I really enjoyed the movie but the whole time I was wondering how Scott Pilgrim can out of nowhere be such an amazing fighter.

Reading the comics fleshed out his character and made it make sense to me.

I don't think that they screwed anything up too terribly but there is a very specific group of people who would enjoy Scott Pilgrim and that's the 26 to 40 crowd from 2010.

My girlfriend at the time was 21 and she just did not much care for the movie.

I feel like being spied on on the Internet is kind of like having a camera in your bathroom.

Sure they promise they're only going to point it at the sink and just make sure that you're engaging in proper toothbrushing habits.

Sure.

But they'll set it at the point where the mirror shows the shower and the toilet and they've got smell detectors in there to determine how much food you've eaten and how well your digesting it and there's a sensor in the toilet to check the content of your urine and then if you drink too much they're going to tell your boss that you've been drinking because they detected the alcohol that your body flushed out in your urine when you peed.

And you have no control over who gets to see what's going on in your bathroom.

It is morally wrong and psychologically oppressing to be spied upon.

And the powers that be are so focused on the benefits it gives them that they do not care about the negatives that affect us.

Automatically killing all pedophiles tells pedophiles to murder their victims as the punishment for murder can be less than the penalty for pedophilia.

Would you rather a child be sexually assaulted and survive or for a child to be sexually assaulted and then murdered?

That's the decision you're making when you vote for summary execution of pedophiles.

I don't know. I thought the last season was pretty wangsty. Like, we are not supposed to care about Rick.

Rick is supposed to do whatever the fuck he wants to do and to entertain himself and we are supposed to get entertainment from watching him do it and watching everyone else get dragged along into his shenanigans.

Sad mopey Rick with feelings and character development is not what the show is about.

And I get it, they are the creators of the show, they can do whatever the fuck they want to do with it and my input doesn't matter for shit. But I'm probably not the only person that feels this way and I hope they come out of the spiral that they are in and make the show an escapist fantasy for people who hate the world again rather than a deep and terrifying introspective look at the psychological trauma of being the smartest man in the world who is stuck in a never-ending revolving dick joke.

I've had the whole life flashing before your eyes thing.

The night I lost my virginity. Got high with this girl and watched a movie that was terrible and then we ended up hooking up and I'd put so much expectation into what sex was going to be like that when it actually came to it it just wasn't what I thought it would be.

Couldn't cum. So after doing everything I could possibly think of to do for about an hour I gave up and really shittily faked my orgasm and then I took the girl home.

Got back home and I blue balled myself so I took care of it and right after I came I had an epiphany. Being a kid and hyper sexualized I had messed around with my brother and sister, never going so far is actually having penetrative sex or anything but yeah. All of that shit flashed before my eyes and it hit me like a bolt of lightning out of the blue.

The stress was so much that every single bone in my rib cage right down my sternum cracked. It sounded like a gunshot had gone off. And it set my heart on fire with pain and misery and shame and guilt and an absolute detestation of my very existence that I that that I just I can't express it it's the only thing I understand in this universe to be "ineffable" is what I felt at that moment.

And I don't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

I spoke to my siblings after I had recuperated some and apologized for my wrongdoing in our childhood and for the most part we worked all of that out but God damn. Like, I was not mentally prepared to get drop kicked in the soul on the same night that I lost my virginity.

There were other things going on at that time too. I had been writing poetry and sometimes when I would write poetry I would feel like this flash of fiery warmth and it's like I would automatically know what the poem is going to be and it would flow out of me in this beautiful golden Rush.

I had books and books and books of poems I had written like this.

And I was attempting to write a poem when all of this happened and instead almost like I was possessed like it was automatic writing I wrote out all of my sins on several sheets of paper. My heart burned like someone had dropped an ember of burning hot coal on it as all of my sins were ripped out of me against my will.

It left me so shook that in all of the years since then I have only been able to kind of sort of cry a single time.

It felt like being abandoned by God, or rather it felt like suddenly getting caught by him and immediately thrown into hell for 5 minutes, only to be dragged back out with the fires still licking my skin from the inside and then being left to think about what I had done.

I'm talking about the bad side of it but there was a good side too because it opened my eyes to how I was living and what I was doing and even though I'm still horribly imperfect and terrified of being imperfect but helpless to not be imperfect, I am not as bad as I was I think.

And there were other times too where that same golden warmth would come up to me in the middle of a conversation and I would be talking to someone and all of a sudden I would know exactly what to say and in those moments where this would happen it's like pleasure and joy and fire would rise up out of my heart and reach out to the other person and touch them and in those moments I know the words that I have said have made a positive impact on someone else's life, but they weren't my words, they were the words of this fire and spirit inside of me.

All these years later that fire still burns. It never stops. It cannot be forgotten for me. And no matter how many times I explain it, people just generally do not believe that this actually happened to me. They think that it is a mental break or a bit of psychosis or some self delusion that I have put myself under to deal with the trauma of the incest and unfettered sexual promiscuity of my childhood.

And sometimes I'm afraid that that event was my soul leaving my body. And sometimes I'm afraid that it was the sudden inrush of the inhabitation of God that I had been searching for.

And as far as I know no one else has ever felt the way I feel. I can't find any literature on it. The closest I can relate to are those Christian iconographies of a heart with a crown on it and barbed wire and fire.

But you would think that if that was the inhabitation of God that the inclination to sin would have been driven away from me and yet I still sin just like everybody else.

So I don't know. I don't think I would recommend it to anyone else. Just wish I could meet someone who had been through that and knew what it was and could guide me.

Atlas OS is definitely a good option.

I've been running it on my home media PC and it does the trick.

As far as getting to the point where you can sign in to run the atlas installer, I've had good luck with downloading a Windows ISO and burning it to a USB stick with Rufus with the setting in Rufus set to create a local admin account.

I thought I was cursed and I've had 4 in 20 years of driving. 17 sounds like a serious skill issue.

But hey, this guy's got Spider-Man toys maybe we should cut him a break.

From what I understand, they can be easily malformed and potentially cancerous.

It can cause a lot of self-image issues, although I believe the final decision should be left up to the parents at least if not allowing the child to grow until they are 10 years old or so and then taking care of it.

Provide options for psychological therapy for the ones who have not offended.

Incarcerate the ones who have offended and provide options for psychological therapy for them until they are safe to go back out into public.

I do want to add to that very quickly that I do not believe that this stupidity is tied to IQ.

My sister has an IQ in the 160 to 180 range and she's the dumbest motherfucker I've ever met in my entire life. She is sadistic and enjoys destroying happiness and joy and anything that she can get her hands on while she herself has accomplished nothing and done nothing with her life. She's willfully and intelligently stupid, so don't assume that just because somebody is smart that they are not stupid.