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seancekitsch · 6 months ago

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What about the Vees sharing reader?

this is actually kinda sweet despite the fact that they're all literal villains? i love them im not sorry

When Valentino has you, it’s the closest thing to all of you being a polycule. Valentino loves being physical with you, anywhere, everywhere. But Valentino is a busy man, and Val enjoys watching you with Vel and Vox, often filming it for his private collection. Hell, sometimes Val even watches you and Kitty play. He’s also a big fan of sharing you with Vel and Vox. Sometimes all at once. Thats the only time Vel will be anywhere near the other two, just to get her hands on you. Val loves the way he towers over you, loves gifting you weapons and taking his time polishing and customizing them for you. He’s obsessed with making sure you’re armed and protected, even though with the Vees you’ll literally never need to use it. He sneaks videos of you into Vee’s movie night rotations, often enough that the others expect and look forward to it. Honestly he doesn’t love the big lavish dates with you, his favorite thing is to take you in the back of his limo and drive around Pentagram City with you, sometimes getting freaky, but more often than not its champagne and him pointing out his favorite neon signs to you and being excited to have you all to himself in this little private way.

When it’s Velvette in your room she likes to play hard. Dressing you up, dressing you down, taking you apart just to put you back together. She loves to leave her mark on you any way she can, whether it’s love bites and bruises or a matching tattoo she designed. She’s all about extremes in your relationship. Vel is the one least likely to share when it’s her time with you, definitely not above throwing things or shouting at the guys when they come sniffing around. If they come on dates, they’re your muscle to make sure you’re well protected when she takes you clubbing or to an expensive or experimental new restaurant. She actually forces Val and Vox to go on their own little date nearby so that they don’t bug the two of you. She actually takes the time to print out and make physical collages of pictures of the two of you, writing sweet and funny little notes and adding stickers before hanging them up on her wall. (Theres also one of the four of you but that collage is much harder to find.) Vel loves gifts and little physical trophies and mementos of your relationship, little physical reminders of you. Her most prized possession is a necklace you made for her one night at the very beginning of your relationship when you binged Voxflix and played around in her workshop until dawn.

When you’re on Vox’s arm he’s possessive and boastful. He loves showing you off as his partner and plaything, taking you to any press event dressed in only the best and holds you close. The paparazzi has hundreds of pictures of him tonguing you in front of the Vee tower and getting in and out of limos. Val swears his boyfriend hires the paps to get more photos of the two of you. Val and Vel know to flank the two of you at these events, but they always get their secret little moments. Val loves to escort you for smoke breaks and share cigarettes with you, kissing the smoke from your lips. Vel loves to take you to the bathroom under the guise of fixing outfits and make up but you always end up coming back more disheveled. Vox doesn’t mind, in fact, he loves that you’re being so well taken care of. He feeds off the attention though, the head rush when his fans overheat from your constant kissing and touching. He loves when you fawn over him, and he takes care of you in return. Vox is always the first to draw you a bath or offer a back rub after a long day or cook your favorite meal just because.

#vox x reader #velvette x reader #valentino x reader #poly vees x reader #vees x reader

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realtidepod · 1 year ago

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can you blow my whistle karkat whistle karkat

let me know

girl im gonna show you how to do it

and we start real slow

you just put your lips together

and you come real close

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and im bettin you love freak mode

and im bettin you like guys

that give love to guys and stroke your little ego

i bet you im guilty your honor

thats just how we live in my genre

who in the hell done paved the road wider

theres only one kar and one kat

im a damn shame order more champagne

pull a damn hamstring tryna put it on ya

bet your lips spin back around corner

slow it down karkat take a little longer

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let me know

girl im gonna show you how to do it

and we start real slow

you just put your lips together

and you come real close

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here we go (hey)

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its like everywhere i go my whistle ready to blow

shawty dont even know he can get any for the low

told me hes not a pro its okay its under control

show me soprano cause girl you can handle

karkat we start slow then you come up and park close

girl im the whistle man my bugatti the same notes

show me your perfect pitch you got it my banjo

talented with your lips like you blew out a candle

so amusing (amusing)

now you can make a whistle with the music (music)

hope you aint got no issues you can do it (do it)

even if its no picture never lose it (lose it)

can you blow my whistle karkat whistle karkat

let me know

girl im gonna show you how to do it

and we start real slow

you just put your lips together

and you come real close

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here we go (hey)

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let me see you whistle while you work it

ima lay back dont stop it

cause i love it how you drop it drop it drop it on me

now shorty let that whistle blow oh oh oh

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can you blow my whistle karkat whistle karkat

let me know

girl im gonna show you how to do it

and we start real slow

you just put your lips together

and you come real close

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here we go

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#davekat

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prettymuchdolansbitch · 5 years ago

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Award Winning | N.M.

A/N: This goes to the Anon that asked for something soft 🥺 It was solely based off this picture, enjoy 💖

Today was a big day for your boyfriend, Nick's, band. They were nominated for an award on their new EP that just came out not too long ago.

Unfortunately, Nick & the rest of the guys were advised not to bring their girlfriends to the award show so that they can be more appealing to fans. You were upset you couldn't be there to celebrate when they won, but you understood.

Nick was out all morning getting cleaned up and what not. You sat at home cleaning up some areas of the house that needed cleaning. Nick got home and didn't start to get ready til an hour before they had to leave for the red carpet.

He was running all over the house and throwing clothes everywhere. The clothes that you had just put away. "Nick, honey. Your outfit was already planned out. It's all in the closet already." You said leaning on the doorway of your shared bedroom.

His head turned so fast to you and he just smiled. "Oops. Sorry babe. I'll put everything back. Thank you thank you thank you" He ran out of the room across the hall to your walk in closet that you guys shared. Nick didn't forget to place a small kiss on your head though as he ran out of the room.

You picked the clothes up from the floor and folded them quickly and put them back in the drawers in front of you. The amount of clothes this kid has is insane. You thought to yourself.

Nick came back into the room dressed with messy hair. He put his shoes on and then ran to the bathroom to fix his hair.

You sat on the couch and waited for him to be done. Nick ran into the living room out of breath. "You ready?" You asked. "Uh yeah I should be. I think I have everything. Hard to know when your girlfriend isn't coming to make sure I have everything."

You laughed at what he said. "You just need me there to hold your shit." You grabbed your keys and walked towards the door. "No, I just need you to be there with me." He pouted and wrapped his arms around you.

"Mm, I'll be right on that couch watching everything. I'll text you if I see anything wrong" You placed a gentle kiss on his lips, but that wasn't enough for him. He pulled you back and started to kiss you hard.

"Okay, you're gonna be late, and I'm sure the boys are just waiting on your ass so they can leave" "Ugh fine." He mumbled walking out the front door.

You were making yourself some dinner in the kitchen while waiting to hear the boys on the TV. As soon as you heard "prettymuch" on the TV, you turned off the stove and brought your mac n cheese to the living room.

You watched the boys walk the red carpet and pose. People were already raving about them. E! had stopped the boys for an interview and you were excited for them.

"Last question, is everyone here single? New fans are dying to know" She turned the mic to them. "Actually just me and this guy are." Brandon said pointing to Zion. They both smiled. "Yeah our girlfriends are at home watching this right now." Nick said smiling at the camera. "Well, now you guys know! Congrats on the nomination and good luck!" They all said thank you and the channel cut to commercial.

An hour & a half later, it was time for the award that the boys are nominated for. You sat on your couch sweating so much. You were nervous but you knew they had this in the bag.

"And the winner is... PRETTYMUCH!" You jumped off the couch screaming to no one. "THATS MY BABYY" you screamed and recorded it on your phone.

You saw the boys all had smiles on their faces and we're hugging each other. They had some people from their team with them and hugged them as well. You watched as they all walked to the stage with big smiles. You couldn't help but tear up a little. This is their first big award ever and you were so incredibly proud of them.

Just knowing how many hours in all you didn't see Nick per day because of this EP made you even more proud. It was all worth it. And they're going on tour in a month? They really made it.

Nick grabbed the award from the presenters and held it up. Brandon was the first to speak. "We just wanna thank everyone who had a part in this EP. The fans, our team, family, everyone. It really means the world. Thank you!" He stepped back to let one of the other boys speak.

Nick came up and began to speak. "Man, this is really special to us. This is our first award ever, and this is really only because of you guys. We love you. And to my love who's at home probably crying, thank you for sticking with me through the whole process. And I think we can all say that to our ladies. Y'all special. Love you baby. Thank you guys, again" He stepped back and it didn't look like anyone else had to say anything so the camera switched to the crowd.

Nick wasn't wrong. You were bawling and didn't even notice. Everyone began tweeting you about it and your heart felt so full. You couldn't wait for him to get home.

You got a text from Izzy and she said that they were all going to the Prettymuch House to celebrate. You quickly changed and drove over. You stopped to buy a champagne bottle for Nick and the boys.

You knew Nick was going to stop at the house anyways because of the rest of the boys. So you just thought you could leave with him from there.

They got to the house and everything was crazy. Confetti and champagne was thrown everywhere. They really won the award and you were beyond ecstatic for them. Nick walked into the house and went straight to you. You hugged him and started crying again.

"I love you so so much" You said into his ear. He pulled back and looked at you. "I love you way more" He kissed your head and saw all the excitement happening behind you.

You grabbed the bottle from next to you and handed it to him. "Try not to waste half of it this time" You said reminiscing about his 21st birthday on tour when he wasted half a bottle of champagne from letting it get everywhere.

"I'll try." He shook the bottle and ripped the top off letting it explode everywhere. Nick held the bottle up to his mouth and drank some. Parker took pictures of you two while he drank.

3 hours later, you were exhausted and Nick was drunk. You didn't care though. You were happy he was bathing in blissful delight. You knew it was time to go home when you found Nick knocked out in Edwin's bed.

"C'mon baby, let's go home." He turned over to go back to sleep. "Niiicckk" You said poking his butt.

"Okay okay. Help me up." He held his hand out to you. You attempted to pull him up but instead he pulled you on top of him.

"You loser" You said as his arms naturally fell on you. "Mm, I'm your loser" He said closing his eyes again. "Indeed you are." You said smiling at him.

"Do you ever think about having kids? I mean you're fucking gorgeous, and I'm not too shabby. Our kids would be the most beautiful creatures on this planet" He rambled to you. This was the first time in the 3 years you've been dating that he talked about kids.

You were shocked because he never brought up a family before. You assumed it was the alcohol talking though. "You're soo drunk. Let's get you home" You tried to get up off of him.

"No, I mean yeah I'm drunk but it's not the alcohol talking. I really do want kids with you." You looked at him and his eyes were still closed. "We can talk tomorrow when you're sober, okay?" You said staring at his gorgeous face.

"Okay, let's go home" You rolled off of him and tried your best to help him up. You guys walked to the living room and saw only a few people left. You said bye to Edwin and Izzy as they were the only ones you really cared to say bye to. You didn't know where the rest of the boys were so.

You got home and helped Nick get out of his clothes. He had enough energy to shower and get into bed. You guys laid in bed and he immediately got on top of you. Nick laid his head on your chest and almost immediately fell asleep. "I love you mamas. Goodnight." He said placing a kiss on your boob. "Love you too sugar" You ran your hand through his hair as you felt his body get heavy with slumber.

#nick mara fanfiction #nick mara #prettymuch

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samanthasroberts · 7 years ago

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How the internet was developed

In 40 times, the internet has morphed from a military communication network into a enormous world-wide cyberspace. And it all started in a California beer garden

In the kingdom of apps and unicorns, Rossottis is a rarity. This beer garden in the heart of Silicon Valley has been standing on the same recognise since 1852. It isnt disruptive; it doesnt proportion. But for more than 150 times, it has done one thing and done it well: it has given Californians a good situate to get drunk.

During the course of its long actuality, Rossottis has been a frontier barroom, a gold rush gambling den, and a Hells Angels hangout. These periods it is called the Alpine Inn Beer Garden, and the clientele remains as potpourrus as ever. On the porch out back, there are cyclists in spandex and bikers in leather. There is a wild-haired man who might be a prof or a lunatic or a CEO, scribbling into a notebook. In the parking lots is a Harley, a Maserati, and a horse.

It doesnt seem a likely discern for a major act of innovation. But 40 years ago this August, a small unit of scientists set up personal computers terminal at one of its picnic tables and conducted an extraordinary experiment. Over plastic goblets of beer, they proved that a strange sentiment called the internet could labour.

The internet is so vast and formless that its hard to gues it being invented. Its easy to visualize Thomas Edison devising the lightbulb, because a lightbulb is easy to envisage. You can hold it in your hand and examine it from every slant.

The internet is the opposite. Its everywhere, but we only see it in views. The internet is like the holy spirit: it manufactures itself knowable to us by taking wealth of the pixels on our screens to show sites and apps and email, but its centre is always elsewhere.

This feature of the internet prepares it seem extremely complex. Surely something so ubiquitous yet invisible must compel deep technical sophistication to understand. But it doesnt. The internet is essentially simple. And that simplicity is the key to its success.

The people who devised the internet came from all over the world. They drove at targets as varied as the French government-sponsored computer network Cyclades, Englands National Physical Laboratory, the University of Hawaii and Xerox. But the mothership was the US defense departments lavishly money research limb, the Advanced search Assignment Agency( Arpa) which later changed its reputation to the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency( Darpa) and its numerous contractors. Without Arpa, the internet wouldnt exist.

An old-time image of Rossottis, one of the birthplaces of the internet. Photograph: Politenes of the Alpine Inn Beer Garden, formerly Rossotti’s

As members of the military endeavour, Arpa had a specifically armed motivating for creating the internet: it offered a way to make estimating to the front line. In 1969, Arpa had improved a computer network called Arpanet, which relation mainframes at universities, government agencies, and defense contractors around the country. Arpanet originated rapidly, and included practically 60 nodes by the mid-1 970 s.

But Arpanet had a problem: it wasnt mobile. The computers on Arpanet were stupendous by todays touchstones, and they transmitted over attached joins. That might work for investigates, who could sit at a terminal in Cambridge or Menlo Park but it did little for soldiers distributed deep in enemy region. For Arpanet to be useful to violences in the field, it had to be accessible anywhere in the world.

Picture a jeep in the jungles of Zaire, or a B-5 2 miles above North Vietnam. Then suppose these as nodes in a wireless system linked to another network of potent computers thousands of miles away. This is the dream of a networked armed expending computing supremacy to demolish the Soviet Union and its friends. This is the dream that produced the internet.

Making this dream a reality asked doing two things. The first was building a wireless system that could relay packets of data amongst the widely scattered cogs of the US military machine by radio or satellite. The second was connecting those wireless networks to the wired network of Arpanet, so that multimillion-dollar mainframes could suffice soldiers in fighting. Internetworking, the scientists called it.

Internetworking is the problem the internet was invented to solve. It presented tremendous challenge. Get computers to talk to one another networking had been hard enough. But getting networks to talk to one another internetworking posed a whole new established of impediments, because the networks addrest alien and incompatible accents. Trying to move data from one to another was like writing a letter in Mandarin to someone who only knows Hungarian and hoping to be understood. It didnt work.

In response, the architects of the internet developed a kind of digital Esperanto: a common conversation that enabled data to expedition across any system. In 1974, two Arpa researchers mentioned Robert Kahn and Vint Cerf published an early plan. Depicting on conferences happening in all areas of the international networking parish, they sketched a design for a simple but very flexible etiquette: a universal fixed of rules for how computers should communicate.

These regulations had to strike a very sensitive equilibrium. On the one hand, they needed to be strict enough to ensure the reliable transmitting of data. On the other, they needed to be loose enough to accommodate all of the different ways available data might be transmitted.

Vinton Cerf, left, and Robert Kahn, who organized the first internet etiquette. Photograph: Louie Psihoyos/ Corbis

It had to be future-proof, Cerf tells me. You couldnt write the protocol for one point in time, because it would soon become obsolete. The military would keep innovating. They would continue constructing brand-new networks and new technologies. The protocol had to keep pace: it had to work across an arbitrarily large number of distinct and potentially non-interoperable packet swopped systems, Cerf says including information that hadnt been invented yet. This boast would establish the system not only future-proof, but potentially infinite. If the rules were robust enough, the ensemble of networks could ripen indefinitely, adapting any and all digital forms into its sprawling multithreaded mesh.

Eventually, these rules grew the lingua franca of the internet. But first, they needed to be implemented and nipped and experimented over and over and over again. There was nothing inevitable about the internet going built. It seemed like a outlandish project to many, even among those who were building it. The scale, the ambition the internet was a skyscraper and nothing had ever seen anything more than a few floors tall. Even with a firehose of cold war military cash behind it, the internet was like a long shot.

Then, during the summer of 1976, it started working.

If you had strolled into Rossottis beer garden on 27 August 1976, you would have assured the following: seven men and one woman at a table, wavering around personal computers terminal, the woman typing. A pair of cables guide from the terminal to the parking lots, disappearing into a big gray-headed van.

Inside the van were machines that changed the words being typed on the terminal into packets of data available. An feeler on the vans roof then given these packets as radio signals. These signals extended through the air to a repeater on a nearby mountain surface, where they were enlarged and rebroadcast. With this extra increase, we are able to make it all the way to Menlo Park, where an feeler at an office improving received them.

It is there that the real magic began. Inside the role build, the incoming packets passed seamlessly from one network to another: from the packet radio network to Arpanet. To make this startle, the packets had to undergo a subtle metamorphosis. They had to change their kind without changing their contents. Make about ocean: it can be vapor, liquid or frost, but its chemical composition remains the same. This magical flexible is a feature of the natural universe which is lucky, because life depends on it.

A plaque at Rossottis commemorating the August 1976 experiment. Picture: Courtesy of the Alpine Inn Beer Garden, formerly Rossotti’s

The flexibility that the internet depends on, by compare, “mustve been” engineered. And on that day in August, it enabled packets that had only dwelt as radio signals in a wireless network to become electrical signals in the wired network of Arpanet. Remarkably, this translation perpetuated the data perfectly. The packets continued completely intact.

So intact, in fact, that they could excursion another 3,000 miles to a computer in Boston and be reassembled into exactly the same content that was typed into the terminal at Rossottis. Powering this internetwork odyssey was the brand-new etiquette cooked up by Kahn and Cerf. Two networks had become one. The internet worked.

There werent balloons or anything like that, Don Nielson tells me. Now in his 80 s, Nielson led the experiment at Rossottis on behalf of the Stanford Research Institute( SRI ), a major Arpa contractor. Tall and soft-spoken, he is relentlessly modest; seldom has someone had a better excuse for boast and a lower level of are looking forward to indulge in it. We are sitting in the living room of his Palo Alto home, four miles from Google, nine from Facebook, and at no spot does he even partly take ascribe for creating information and communication technologies that realized these extravagantly profitable firms possible.

The internet was a group effort, Nielson insists. SRI was only one of many organizations working on it. Perhaps thats why they didnt experience comfortable popping bottles of champagne at Rossottis by claiming too much magnificence for one crew, it wouldve flouted the collaborative character of the international networking community. Or maybe they are only didnt have the time. Dave Retz, one of health researchers at Rossottis, says they were too worried about get the experimentation to operate and then when it did, concerned about whatever came next. There was always more to accomplish: as soon as theyd stitched two networks together, they started working on three which they achieved a little over a year later, in November 1977.

Over time, the recognition of Rossottis receded. Nielson himself had forgotten about it until a reporter prompted him 20 years later. I was sitting in my bureau the working day, he withdraws, when the phone call. The reporter on the other purpose had been hearing the venture at Rossottis, and wanted to know what it had to do with the birth of the internet. By 1996, Americans were having cybersex in AOL chatrooms and structure gruesome, seizure-inducing homepages on GeoCities. The internet had outgrown members of the military roots and run mainstream, and beings were becoming curious about its ancestries. So Nielson excavated out a few old-time reports from his files, and started indicating on how the internet inaugurated. This concept is shifting out to be a big deal, he remembers thinking.

What manufactured the internet a big deal is the aspect Nielsons team demonstrated that summer day at Rossottis: its flexible. Forty years ago, the internet teleported thousands of words from the Bay Area to Boston over channels as dissimilar as radio radiation and copper telephone lines. Today it bridges far greater intervals, over an even wider various forms of media. It ferries data among thousands of millions of designs, communicating our tweets and Tinder swipes across multiple networks in milliseconds.

The Alpine Inn Beer Garden today still a home where Silicon Valley mobs meet. Photo: Courtesy of the Alpine Inn Beer Garden, formerly Rossotti’s

This isnt simply a technological accomplishment its a blueprint decision. The main thing to understand about the roots of the internet, Nielson says, is that it came out of the military. While Arpa had wide-ranging leeway, it still had to choose the research project with an see toward developing technologies that might someday are used for acquiring campaigns. The engineers who construct the internet understood that, and tailored it accordingly.

Thats why they designed the internet to lead anywhere: because the US military is everywhere. It maintains virtually 800 basis in more than 70 countries around the world. It has hundreds of ships, millions of warplanes, and tens of thousands of armored vehicles. The reason the internet can work across any machine, system, and medium-sized the reason a smartphone in Sao Paulo can stream a lyric from a server in Singapore is because it needed to be as pervasive as the American security apparatus that financed its construction.

The internet would end up being useful to the US armed, if not quite in the ways its designers intended. But it didnt actually take off until “its become” civilianized and commercialized a phenomenon that the Arpa researchers of the 1970 s could never have anticipated. Quite candidly, if anyone would have said they could have imagined the internet of today in those dates, theyre lying, says Nielson. What astonished him most was how willing people were to spend money to set themselves on the internet. Everybody wanted to be there, he says. That was utterly startling to me: the outcry of wanting to be present in this new world.

The information that we think of the internet as a world of its own, as a home we can be in or on this too is the legacy of Don Nielson and his fellow scientists. By obliging different networks together so seamlessly, they stimulated the internet feel like a single space. Strictly expressing, this is an misconception. The internet is composed of numerous, many systems: when I go to Googles website, my data must pass 11 different routers before it arrives. But the internet is a original weaver: it secretes its sews extremely well. Were left with the perception of a boundless, borderless digital universe cyberspace, as we used to call it. Forty years ago, this world firstly flickered into existence in the foothills outside of Palo Alto, and has been expanding ever since.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/09/17/how-the-internet-was-invented/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/09/17/how-the-internet-was-developed/

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allofbeercom · 7 years ago

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How the internet was developed

In 40 times, the internet has morphed from a military communication network into a enormous world-wide cyberspace. And it all started in a California beer garden

An old-time image of Rossottis, one of the birthplaces of the internet. Photograph: Politenes of the Alpine Inn Beer Garden, formerly Rossotti’s

Vinton Cerf, left, and Robert Kahn, who organized the first internet etiquette. Photograph: Louie Psihoyos/ Corbis

Then, during the summer of 1976, it started working.

A plaque at Rossottis commemorating the August 1976 experiment. Picture: Courtesy of the Alpine Inn Beer Garden, formerly Rossotti’s

The Alpine Inn Beer Garden today still a home where Silicon Valley mobs meet. Photo: Courtesy of the Alpine Inn Beer Garden, formerly Rossotti’s

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/09/17/how-the-internet-was-invented/

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