It was 1990. Everything you did was on paper. I had to mail in my desired class schedule and got zero classes so I had to wander (pardon the fuck out of my early morning typo) around with a bunch of paper add slips trying to get classes.
So very much not in a fucking mood for pedants right now.
Graduated high school with the belief that the US was a perfect, infallible nation.
Got to college. Couldn’t get any classes. Wondered
Was blown away. Ended up getting a history degree and becoming considerably more cynical and jaded about the whole thing.
“after finding him guilty of schism”
I saw this earlier today and read it as guilty of sarcasm.
That article reads like a list of negative points from The Good Place - it’s impossible to do the right thing.
I don’t. Just picked a random appliance that breaks a lot.
Make and model aside, what I want to know is when the bars close at two and I see numerous clearly drunk drivers on my way to work at five, what have they been doing for the past three hours?
Tenant: Can you fix my garbage disposal?
AI landlord: I’m sorry Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Didn’t our founders have something to say along the lines of when the government becomes tyrannical it’s a duty to overthrow it?
From a tweet in another article on this:
“The NFL Sunday Ticket settlement is around $4,000 to 5,000 a customer per report”
So… Maybe ten years from now former subscribers will get gift cards for sixty eight cents each.
Hey, don’t tell me how to live, buddy! I’ll come into berries all day every day and I’ll like it!
When I learned how to make lemon curd, I thought to myself why not try it with limes. Then the concept of berries came along.
This particular iteration with the blueberries is next level on the flavor.
Now you’ve got me really curious - could I do it with pineapple?
Boof bro will personally take up this case and see to it that a former president is immune from liquor license requirements. HE LIKES BEER!
I’m waiting for a tip prompt from the forced self checkout kiosk at the supermarket.
I almost feel like I’ve read somewhere that it has already happened.
I don’t know why we’re even remotely concerned with some businessmen, well respected in their communities, conducting perfectly reasonable financial transactions when just last week, I saw a BROWN person in an orange grove, taking all the jobs from “the blacks” and forcing them into poverty!
Heavy /s though with use of actual sound bites from our burgeoning overlords.
A guy can dream though, right?
This is effectively license to riot in November and January.
My parents have long since passed on, so it’s not even possible. I may end up living with my daughter later down the line. I’m SO single and solitary (by choice) that I’m concerned about going all dementia/stroke/heart attack later on with nobody to tend to me, so I’ll likely lean on her when I’m in my mid to late sixties or so.
She’s getting everything I own, and I should have reasonable retirement funds, so it’s not like I’m going to rely on her financially.
My big mistake was fucking up on getting myself long term care, which I no longer can do unless I get a new job. My employer and I mutually fucked that up when I started at my current job.
Fun quotes from my daughter, around age ten or eleven: “You’re going to be the cranky old man that we grudgingly take on vacation with us.” and “You can always live in my basement.”
And yes, we have discussed this topic. I’m not unilaterally just saying this on the Internet.
Then slap him with a drunk in public and give him an extra day inside for it.
Closest thing I’ve got to a clover here is literally called the mixmaster. It’s more akin to taking a head first dive into a blender.
First I wondered if the post had it spelled incorrectly.
Then you had me wondering if I’ve been spelling it incorrectly this whole time.
Turns out extravert and extrovert are both acceptable spellings but extravert did come first.