@zebratron2084 yep, I personally died of nuclear bombs, radiation, nuclear winter, overpopulation (weren't we supposed to reach like 20 billion people and all starve in the '90s?), tampered Tylenol, processed cheese, and gasoline shortages.
kinfeels
Was that... Kincaid just now? Like, honest to goodness, super boobtastic bubblin' plastic, omnibenevolent polymother, borged a mouse and embedded her in the ceiling just to see her squirm Hannah Rose Kincaid?
I thought I poured her down the vixen disposal YEARS ago.
Truly not sure how I feel about this. I feel like I found something in the closet that nobody was supposed to know I still had. I feel like it's got a license pasted on it that expired c. 2005, under a false name anyway .
Movie deal. Now.
(delivered in the hyperbolic spirit of the original; deep down I can see it in my heart to forgive Noreen. But Lynne and I still—as it were— got beef. <3 )
Volcanic take:
Noreen Malone and Lynne Truss are both traitors—there, I said it—to humanity.
They deserve nothing less than persecution—yes, even exile from the company of English speakers—for the very sake of human progress.
You will have to take—indeed, pry—my em-dash out of my cold, dead hands.
(I am STILL eternally grateful to @Momentrabbit for helping me get the last couple lines of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vv9XTnc5omM :D <3 )
Based on a conversation with Peg just now, I've come to realize just how much of an asset being a jangle pop fan (REM, Pylon, B-52s, Love Tractor, etc) was when I started doing audio transcription.
Once you've puzzled out "speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no, strength" and "up to par and Katie bars the kitchen sign but not me in," pampered executives muttering into a microcassette recorder in a crowded TGIFridays is just nothin' nothin'.
"What do you mean, you've never been to Alpha Centauri? Oh for heaven's sake, mankind, it's only four light years away, you know! No, I'm sorry, but if you can't be bothered to take an interest in local affairs that's your own lookout. Energize the demolition beam.
I don't know, apathetic bloody planet, I've got no sympathy at all."
PSA: Anti-cis slurs and other nasty generalizations about groups you aren't part of will earn you my block just as fast as anti-trans slurs. I have come too far, and yelled myself far too hoarse for our cause, to settle for us taking the lazy way out.
You can not imagine how serious I am about this. I won't fight you about it, but I will quietly glue a muzzle to you in the dead of night. I don't have to listen to you snidely assume 90% of the population shares one set of personality flaws. >_<
OK, now I need to know if there's a German word for "accidentally playing a song that induces far more feels than you were ready for at that point in the morning."
(Dammit, Daft Punk, I don't even particularly LIKE you. But "One More Time" still does things to me. And perhaps not incidentally, reminds me I REALLY AGONIZINGLY DESPERATELY want one of your helmets. c_c; )
Thankfully, this is NOT a #moodsnapshot for me today... but I'm still saving the image just in case. :)
mood (-)
[standard disclaimer: It's Not You :xd_tongue: ]
Have you ever had an experience where someone cites a factoid at you VERY assertively during a crisis, you cave in, and you don't find proof until years later that the factoid was BS? And it's too late to bring it up, but still hurts that they took their dogma more seriously than they took you?
It's a trivial feeling in this instance, we all came out of said crisis okay and it's long since under the bridge, but... still ventworthy. -_-
Thoughts about collars.
Every safety regulation is written in somebody's blood. As such, there are Procedures. They are essential when working in an asynchronous, non-collaborative manner on complex tightly-coupled systems.
To prevent accidentally powering up a circuit which somebody else may be working on, LOTO evolved: Lock Out Tag Out.
https://www.ccohs.ca/oshanswers/hsprograms/lockout.html
It is giving me... *ideas*.
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read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/