I’d take the job, but I’d be shit at it and basically just goof off all day

Linux: some cute animal except spelled awkwardly. Quomodo. Ekidnah. Magpye. Blootoona

The dead can’t organize labor unions either.

I finished my degree a couple years after I started the job that my degree got me 😉

Shiny bright lights transformation like in Sailor Moon

Opens the door a crack

“WE ARE USING COOKIES TO TRACK YOU!”

UBI.

I don’t have much imagination or intelligence but I’m pretty sure there’s a million Einstein’s out there who could be solving global warming, deforestation, rising salinity, desertification, leoukemia, species extinction, landlordism, gridscale energy storage and a host of social problems if they weren’t broke-ass and forced to work in soul-crushing retail 9 hours a day just to survive and eat.

Speedrun sleep any%

I recently bought the 5-door Suzuki Jimny with a roof rack and ladder, and can confirm it’s the best and most satisfying car I’ve ever bought. Carries lumber on the roof, can drive up inclined that other 4wd cars cannot, floats over sandand mud, sipspetrol, it’s fantastic. It doesn’t come with a ton of stupid touchscreen controls or driver assist nonsense either, it’s just - a car - like they used to sell 20 years ago. It has a keyhole in the door and the steering column. It weighs about 1/2 what a jeep weighs, and 1/3rd of a big LandCruiser.

Both 😉

Nice, how many of my credit card numbers do you need?

Did the CEO of wolves write this?

• My dad, whenever I left the room

Biltong looks fucking feral. Literally no way to make biltong that doesn’t look horrific.

The internet works this way too. Blow up one undersea cable and traffic rerouted somewhere else, but slower.

I use all these techniques to get out of paying for prostitutes.

(Just kidding I can’t afford prostitutes)

I only drink oat milk. I put it in my coffee, and I really like it. There’s a fair variation between brands. I like ALDI oat milk, unsweetened. Shake it before you put it in the coffee.

Sorry I’m late, I got distracted by worrying about what if I’m late.

M’Lord

I hate that melon husk ruined the term “Grok”. Grok, by Heinleins definition, was closely related to Hack, by its original definition in relation to tech. Not to drill new holes, nessecarily, but to understand a system so well that the holes, or lack thereof, are just readily apparent.