Yes, but I honestly don’t entirely understand why it bothers me so much. I think it’s the compressed and high-frequency noise aspect of it. Like if someone just had white noise blasting out of a tiny phone speaker, there would be no discussion that it’s intended to annoy.

Industrial: The world is broken and has been for a while so let’s go to the abandoned husk of the inner city, throw a party, and make insane music before it crashes down around our ears.

For your listening pleasure.

There’s an argument to be made here in/around the area of cleanliness (I agree on the other points). I once worked somewhere that someone left toe-nail clippings in the nursing room, and the restroom floor under the urinals was an perpetual and inexhaustible puddle of piss. It’s hard to say if the responsible parties did this because they felt at home, or felt very much the opposite.

It’s things like this that make managers sanitize their speech and say naive “treat this place like you live here” mandates, as though they’ve never met someone that lives like a feral raccoon, nor understand that such edicts can elicit a rebellious response.

I’m going to bet that you can’t “just show up on time” for bullshit like that, even if you burn every last bit of moral fiber you have. You need pedigree as an awful person to be in that club.

Also money. Lots of money.

It really was.

What, a cheap car that is perfect for commutes and milk-runs, gets stellar mileage, zero unnecessary frills, with no over-engineered electronic crap? I can’t even get a new car w/o a crappy electronic center console if I throw money at the dealership. Who cares if it’s like driving a mail truck: sign us up!

Many of us want these, but cannot obtain them new or even register them in our home state(s).

That said, ending the Chicken Tax might turn companies like Ford inside-out in the process. It’s an economic Jenga tower of automotive suck over here.

Eh, gimme something else.

1984: Brand-new Megatron transformer was wrapped and under the tree. Unwrapping that and seeing the box, then pulling the toy out, was a level of joy unrivaled for a long time to come.

I broke that shit in 45 minutes. (so did a lot of other kids)

Zero regrets.

And that’s the right thing to do. I once worked for someone who drew the line at “I’ll wait for a court summons in the mail.”

Or Twitter users: Twits.

Windows, with it’s numerable AI and cloud integrations, has morphed itself into a “Sloperating System” and I refuse to call it anything else.

GERD sufferer here. Only 3, 4, 5, 8, and 9 are viable. Back-sleeping is doable, but only if reclined. The othes equal poor rest and a painful day to follow.

I get the approach here, but unfortunately, this is impressively hard to do without a (fiscal) safety net.

I agree that it is wise to push out panic-inducing thoughts; mindfulness and all that. That’s not always possible when professional failure equates unemployment and the possible crippling poverty that follows. In my experience, employers do a garbage job at pointing out where the guardrails are, and what the bar is for dismissal, going as far as refusing to put anyone on a PIP before letting them go. Many people are in countless pressure-cookers like this, perpetually on the edge of their seats if they’re paying any attention at all.

From all that I take this advice to boil down to: Practice mindfulness, ease, and inner-peace, especially when the shit hits the fan. You can’t control the consequences, but you’ll recover better if you keep your head.

Yeah, that’s pretty awful. The pandemic taught us all that enough people are gross like that.

At this point, I just assume that every airport is packed to the gills with coronavirus. I mask up, avoid eating with my hands, try not to eat much at all, and wash thoroughly. That said, I ate at a sit-down restaruant at O’hare this summer and immediately caught it anyway; my flight was delayed and i was ravenous.

No kidding. Every time I fly I wind up on the same flight with a bunch of people that hit up an all-you-can-eat chili buffet the night before. They proudly let the entire cabin know this the very instant we hit cruising altitude.

The only upside here is that not even first-class is safe. I really feel bad for the flight attendants.

It’s worth mentioning that the flatogenic index of that kind of eating is off the chart. If anyone reading this has a diet like that please, for the love of everything good in this world, get a job that is outdoors.

What really breaks my brain is that the pigment responsible for this purple hue are called anthocyanins. It literally has a root-word for blue in the name, even though that’s not the only color it can make.

Thanks for the rabbit hole. Here’s a youtube video of that screencap.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJerbSVIBEQ

And here’s a (VHS quality) archive of the whole show. It includes all the advertisments too, so it’s quite the time-capsule:

https://archive.org/details/dinnerandamovierockyiii

It’s even better worse if you hear it at a dead mall, with hardly anyone around and almost no open stores.