CISA vaccine requirements

were actually a thing, once.

Migrants tended to overperform on that measure.

Yippie way: peaceful, ridiculous, guerilla theatre

Does not play well with BRCA

One of my people, head-injured thrice, via Huey, then oil diver, then motorcycle

Couldn't say my name. I didn't care, damnit; he could call me by the wrong name all day long (especially if it gave his family a break)

We'ld discuss IBM
Rest in peace, dude, and more so, dude's family

Mebbe even DEC, how music and maths majors created the the ATM

after my time, still true

Mike Johnson is falsely generalizing the “No Kings” protestors as extremists to justify crackdowns. The truth is, they’re patriots.

These protestors don’t “hate America.” They oppose an authoritarian president who tramples on the freedoms and principles America was founded on.

This has preturbed me, forever, and was an early screen

Undergrad degrees: Zoo, Psych.

ΦΒΚ

Perhaps we should engage about why deaths of pets appear to matter more than people, writ large.

AI: May I possibly be of some assistance?

Me: Yes! Kindly yeet yourself into the sun.

AI: I'm sorry, I do not understand.

Possibly why I hate icons
and am committed to comand-line
VPNs are alsogood

it's not like opposing electricity or something

it's more like: all your base are belong to (fill in blank)

Notably, not an apartment building, hospital, or any other civilian target.

It irks me to agree

daughter of lay engineer

married a graduate engineer

bring an unrecognisible thing: the 2nd dude was like "oh, this is easy"

"maybe Unix (-ish), (preferred), or let's do some damn dinosaur"

Spanish teacher in highschool, with advanced degree as resident scholar in Spain, literature: ear-blind to WV accent, but sweet all the same

I can also read

thanks whatever to born into a family of immigrants, whose neighbours probably spoke some other damn language

very helpful way to approach/2

In Spanish, according to various relatives and friends whose milktongue is: natal speakers:

Chicanos: do not translate los viejos over there

Columbia: no accent

Puertoricans: you hear too slow

Spanish Professor: slightly Caribbean, gets jokes

1/2

Not that I don't have a generic talking head news reader accent because of CKLW

and might've rather been Canadian

lake is prolly not going to freeze hard enough ever again to support mass northward migration, even on the light sails or ice skates

For more information

bsky.app/profile/sher...

Say goodbye to friendly northern neighbours, hoping the lake freezes, for that, and other reasons.

Shut the doors.

Would that we [deleted words] could, collectively, from within

Sometimes that happens.

Dunno, as much as I loved my 1st husband, we couldn't make it work, despite sandwhich generation and a business in common, for his asperations

I hope I can live with that choice

Oh. Ouch? Hopefully well in the past (for anyone)

JHFC, again

Doesn't matter whether I've unfortunately been for 26 hrs because

I could still lay it off on autocorrupt

still my bad

I could probably add you to my now VPN Sling etc service just to get your recommendations

You could be [guest]

better yet, never saw it

you bested your first citation

Oh, good grief. You never disappount me.

Again: only person who will inspire me to click link

hahalol

no te preocupes, no tiene importancia

but, in English, please put these damp washcloths over your noses

20 firefighters turned out to throw a grocery story log onto the street

sorry about that, whatever firehouse I called to say "there is no fire here"

Part 1: How cool is that? Was it possible to save the papers?

Part 2: Oh, I suspect not imaginary, but, OUCH.

Am not certain 1st apartment on Callowhill in the Springarden still exists, but it's still full full of memories. I could never afford to live there, now. Gentrification.

Because well-meaning landlord capped the chimney, and couldn't imagine (a) how any mice could get in, and (b)why would anyone want to use the fireplace in October.

May've alarmed my Colombian + American newlywed beloved ones, to who I gave my bedroom

She was also the one keeping warm, inside the pile of kittens, wherein I picked her

Somehow, there were never any more mice. That kitten I carried home in my shirt, who thereafter mostly slept in a kimono sleeve, was fiercely non-violent.

Oh, wait! There's always more. And besides, this was almost my best apartment, ever.