Enkrod

depends on your Distro, for Linux Mint it’s just the Driver Manager.

To access the Driver Manager in Linux Mint, follow these steps:

1. Click on the Menu (Taskbar) in the lower-left corner of your screen.
2. Navigate to Administration.
3. Click on Driver Manager.

Once you have opened the Driver Manager, follow these steps to install the Nvidia drivers:

1. The Driver Manager will prompt you for your password. Enter your password and click on Authenticate.
2. The Driver Manager will scan your system for available drivers. Once the scanning is complete, you will see a list of available drivers for your graphics card.
3. Select the recommended Nvidia driver from the list.
4. Click on Apply Changes to start the installation process.

Then reboot.

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For most problems you can really just google stuff like “Linux Mint Nvidia Drivers”

Not my work, this is all /u/BobsenJr on Reddit, I merely repeated what he wrote and lifted what I thought to be the most important parts of it to freedom from Reddit to Lemmy.

This seems to be a mostly false tale, though it is based on evidenced reports.

From the archives of the French Police, in a memo sent on 15 June 1810 to Savary, the newly-appointed Minister of Police for 15th June 1810.

15 - Boulogne. Escaped Englishmen. The customs officers arrested near Boulogne the names Mogg, Lewis, Partson, Altsford, English prisoners of war who had escaped from Arras ; they intended to embark on a skiff that they had managed to build with canvas and ropes that they had brought with them, and wood that they had cut in the forest where they had hidden ; they had made this boat waterproof by means of a thick layer of tallow. These prisoners, from Arras to the wood in which they had hidden near the coast, had walked only at night, using the moon and the stars to guide them. The administration of the Navy tested the canoe made by these four prisoners; 6 men embarked, steered it with oars and held the sea without a drop of water entering. This invention was generally praised. These prisoners told the general commissioner who questioned them: “If the Emperor knew the boldness of our undertaking, he would grant us our freedom”.

In the archives of Napoleons correspondence however, we can find that the imperial family stayed in Boulogne at the end of May 1810, leaving on the 26th, but Napoleon did not set foot there after that, as he was in Saint-Cloud and Rambouillet doing governing stuff for the rest of the year. He did however correspond regularly with Minister of Police Savary about even small local events.

It is possible that Napoleon read the plea of Mogg and his companions, and it is imaginable that he ordered that they be set free, but there’s no mention of that in his letters to Savary, despite an amazing display of micro-management. There’s no way Napoleon took a couple of days to go to Boulogne and talk to the sailor in person though.

Most probably, what happened is that the true story of the daring attempt of the four sailors, and their remarkable plea to Napoleon, may have been famous in Boulogne, and that it somehow morphed into a much better “Napoleon freed a British sailor, gave him money, and sent him home” story with its fairy-tale ending, and that it was this story that circulated both locally and among British sailors, and was reported to Las Cases by his sailor acquaintance. Las Cases says that Napoleon confirmed the stories but, as we saw, some are indeed true.

There are, however, real tales of Napoleon’s generosity towards British sailors, and I’ll conclude this answer with the following anecdote told by Lewis (1962), which took place a few months after the Mogg story.

On December 27, 1810, the Indian country-ship Elizabeth, Captain Robert Eastwick, drifted on to a shoal off Dunkirk in a terrific gale. Of a total complement of 380, only twenty-two, including Eastwick, braved the appalling surf, and reached the shore more dead than alive. They were instantly carted off to the town gaol and locked, white officers and lascar seamen together, in a foul cachot. But the Dunkirkers, who were known to have secret sympathies with the British, were, openly for once, furious. Having watched with their own eyes the survivors’ long and desperate fight for life, and having spontaneously cared for them and revived them with the most solicitous kindness, they were scandalized that they should thus be hauled off to a dungeon: and their rage and shame were further increased when it came out that one of the survivors had been foully murdered. Edward Tench, a lieutenant in a Ceylon regiment, was a passenger. He was not with Eastwick in the boat, but had somehow managed to swim ashore alone. There, exhausted, he was found by a soldier and a customs officer, who promptly dispatched him for the sake of the money he carried. This was too much. With one voice they appealed to Caesar, the commandant himself leading.

The Emperor, just then, was in the throes of his argument with the British Government; squirming, wriggling, cheating right and left, and loudly proclaiming in public that he would not give way an inch to the utterly unreasonable demands of the enemy. Not a single Englishman would be exchanged until their rulers mended their vile ways. In fact, the Moniteur had only just printed a message from the imperial pen declaring as much. Add to this the well-known fact that His Majesty did not like Dunkirkers, who, as he knew very well, did not like him. Save perhaps for the Bretons, they were the last people whom he would willingly oblige. None the less — and to everyone’s surprise, including Eastwick’s — he sent for the petition as soon as he heard of its arrival, read carefully the account of the shipwreck, and, with that same hand which had written so recently to the Moniteur, signed an order for the immediate and unconditional release of the whole party, the French Government to bear all expenses. He did not demand, or even hint at, any exchange. But of course he got one. Before he left for home, the grateful and far-sighted Eastwick held a consultation with the leading Dunkirkers, who presented him with a list of 150 of their townsmen who were prisoners in England; and the first thing he did on reaching London was to visit the Transport Board, where he told his story. Instantly twenty-two Dunkirkers departed for France, and they were the ones picked by their own folk as being the most deserving of release.

original, sources and text I am mostly repeating here | r/AskHistorians Reddit

I mean look at him… that hair, that litte toothbrush-mustache…

And honestly gents, you don’t need to last long, you don’t need to be a porn star, many women will get sore if you plow them for half an hour.

Just listen to what she wants, talk talk talk and learn her body, all her skin, learn to use your tongue, lips, teeth, suction, fingers and toys and you’re golden.

Remember: if you prioritize her lust and enjoyment, you’re likely already better than most men she’s been with in the past.

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sigh feminine, adventurous, brave, funny, clever, good with children, gentle, moral and those eyes man, those eyes did things to child-me that still make adult-me smile.

Your insides will fail before this toy does

Extremely safe

Tina Belcher noise

free speach for green card holders

Yes! Command line instructions are often universal instructions. This is imho a huge boon for Linux.

Warhammer 40k

Fuck “Arch Warhammer” and his entire community, I don’t wanna hang out with xenophobic, racist, sexist people who excuse fascism.

I was sure this was a dunk on Deutsche Bahn, but now you’re making me doubt it.

wondering which country out of the many performing all this better than the US is described

Decent mass transit, although railways are a disgrace.

Ah, got it.

I’m german, but my families traditional recipe was influenced by my uncle from the netherlands. It is basically uienstamppot with bratwurst and applesauce as a variation on “Himmel un Ääd” and it’s sooooo tasty. I can never eat normal mashed potatoes when uienstamppot is so much better!

With potatoes and mettwurst! Yum!!! Now I need to make Grünkohl before it’s too warm outside to eat kale.

I believe the Greeks do where the name originates from.

https://youtu.be/sDTf0-j_Dyk

Well since I get 1 year of unemployment benefits, thanks to german social securities, I have twice quit bad jobs, was unemployed for a couple of months and started a better job when I found it.

Nope, you have to compare seats won, not percentages. Conservatives + Nazis would be 360 seats of 630 total, creating a majority.

Meh, I’m like really heavy, dangerously so even, and my many health problems (which don’t help with the physical attractiveness) originate from that. So no, I’m ugly and fat and in many, many regards I’m a loser. But I have other things going for me.

GF wants into this discussion, this is her words:

I wouldn’t call him the fattest, ugliest, looser nerd, but he is definitely fat and doesn’t conform to any classic ideal of male beauty. Instead, he is very gentle, loving and tender and makes me feel like a goddess. He also does what he said he would do: he is interested in me, not just because he has to ask, he actually wants to know what I think and feel. And he is not afraid to tell me his feelings, honest and vulnerable, even if they are actually embarrassing and he may even be ashamed of them. He wants to connect with me emotionally, honest and with his whole heart.

So I guess I’m making up for it with inner beauty and that’s precisely why I commented here:

I had already given up on love, I was a 40 years old, depressed, fat nerd with a career going nowhere. Really not physically attractive at all. I’ve been where so many of these Anons are. But through my significant other and the ones before her, I learned that you really don’t need to be tall, fit and conventionally attractive to find love.

“Just” respect your partner, be open, be honest, be gentle, be caring and be interested, really interested in what she thinks and does and feels.

For me the hardest part was lowering my defenses and being vulnerable with her, telling her even the things that I thought she would find unmanly or disgusting, everything I was and am still ashamed of. And sometimes it’s really hard to actually listen, to not just hear but listen, to not let her voice be drowned out in the multitude of voices from inside and outside your own head and things and media and events happening around you every day. I’ve really had to learn (and am still learning) to come to a calm focus and practice active listening. It’s not easy, but I do it because I love her, and she’s given me the mental stability and something to look forward to that has helped me start not only my weight loss journey, but also continue to work at becoming a better person, better listener and the man I want to be for her.

I’m far from perfect, I still mess things up, my weight loss progresses painfully slow, my mental health still has pretty bad days and I’ve fucked up listening again this week, just like last week. But I’ll be damned if I give up again. And she’s so incredibly supportive and appreciative, that I’m still wondering sometimes what the hell she sees in me and how I deserve someone so wonderful.