Assuming that by "PC" you mean desktop computers, that's what I prefer for gaming.

I'd prefer a somewhat "smart" app that could highlight the next most important task from a list.

But what actually works best for me is a bullet journal.

Still me, as part of a group. Like I said in the other thread, world's largest scavenger hunt.

Commodore64 for first OS, taught myself to type and then taught myself BASIC on that beast.

I honestly do not know what my first Linus distro was, whatever was on the machines in the CS half of the computer lab in college. First one I installed myself was Ubuntu, but I abandoned it almost immediately in favor of another distro that I also don't remember.

I actually hold a world record, as part of a group: World's Largest Scavenger Hunt

And not officially recognized, but also the world's largest annual scavenger hunt

lemmy, but I still check reddit after I'm done here

whistle

tell when it's about to rain by looking at the sky

My father developed a gambling addiction and drained my college fund without telling me. If my parents had told me right away I would've had time to take a leave of absence and work full-time or apply for additional financial aid. Instead the school kicked me out for unpaid tuition and won't let me come back to receive my degree.

I completed all the coursework for a BA in CS. I just couldn't pay for it, so no degree for me.

I for some reason have gone back to a restaurant where I used to work but it's two or three times as large and wildly understaffed.

Oh, I've been called a communist, just never a tankie.

NO

I've never even been called one erroneously.

The Princess Bride was a pretty good book but an amazing movie.

Typically the damage is done.

A stranger trying to grab me by the back of my neck as I rode past on my bicycle. He got ahold of my hoodie but didn't have a good grip. I got away and pedalled like hell.

My house. There has never been a point in time where there was not at least one room unusable due to ongoing renovation.

I really was rocking the hipster aesthetic before it was cool. I lucked into cool; cool came to me, swept over and through me, and left me unchanged in its wake.

A watch, lady Christmas. I don't like knowing what time it is and I can't wear wrist jewelry at work.

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Hold your empty disemboweled gas tanks up high
Turn them into a bong or a still
Rootin' through the gas stations
Tilling up our backyards
That's my rosy picture of the End Times, my friend

• from "Floodwaters" by Defiance, Ohio, though the song doesn't stay rosy for long

That's cracking your joints. Weird to conflate the two, but that's grade school for you.