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two men are standing next to each other with the words be excellent to each other ALT: two men are standing next to each other with the words be excellent to each other

Like, how I don't spend hours every day on the roof screaming about being surrounded by slack-jawed, mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging hammerheads, I have no idea.

Actually, it's because roof access in my building is locked.

But still...through the rage yet exists a kernel of this...

I watch humans get in their own way constantly. I'm still astonished as I watch seemingly intelligent people struggle to read, and act dumbfounded at my own modest vocabulary.

Humanity isn't as far from the trees as we'd like to pretend, and that scares me.

I think the term was more "metal FOR moms" than "metal BY moms", but don't quote me...

I heard someone refer to Heart at "mom metal", and now I can't unhear it.

Oh, I hope this is true! 😂

Oh look! The son of the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court hanging out with Jeffrey Epstein's own Ghislaine Maxwell.

Dear elected #Republicans:

If #Trump could get his name and reputation safe from the fallout, he'd release every last scrap of the Epstein files...and you know it.
None of you are safe unless you're not in them, yourself.

Sincerely,
People who can't imagine hitching their wagon to this horse

I HAVE thought about making a project of it and installing kitty jungle gyms all over the house.

Hints, though, are like, "Gosh, this room sure is messy..." [pointed look]"
ME: "Yeah, kinda." [Goes back to not caring]
THEM: "Don't you want to...do something about it?"
ME: "Nah."
THEM: [fumes in impotent NT rage]

Don't try to "hint" at me, bucko.
You'll just be getting in your own way.

A few clunky UI decisions aside, the remastered Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion is fun. So far; I've only played 2.3 hours.

New kitty tree. Decided to put it in the bedroom.

Okay, yup, yup, I figured it out; that's the problem...
You know how some people are just creeped the hell out by clowns? I'm not.
But I think I react to those Mexican wrestler masks the same way. Something Uncanny Valley about 'em that just squicks me out, gives me a wiggins.
It's a face, but not.

Robots can't handle situations they're not programmed to handle, and I don't call unless I have a problem a robot can't handle.

So...

"Dialing the number isn't the problem! Sitting through the unskippable dialogue in the phone system is the problem! It's trying to navigate through menu options THAT DON'T EVEN APPLY TO MY SITUATION AT ALL that I don't wanna do! It's screaming, 'REPRESENTATIVE!' at a robot that I don't wanna do!"

Billy Wagglepike

No, not even then.

It's not just that I don't know how to flirt; I DON'T flirt.
If you think I'm flirting with you...you're wrong. I'm absolutely not. And if you think I think you're flirting with me, I haven't even thought of it.

Maybe try being obvious, instead.
Like, forthright and unambiguous.

And this is why, unlike most people these days, I absolutely prefer real-time communication to texting or email...

I think that's giving people WAY too much credit.

I'm more likely to think it's a TOS thing, where they say it a lot in meatspace but just CAN'T online.

Yeah. I'm curious why.

I like knowing the 'why' of things.

That's certainly what I picture when they say it.

Though it's actually be a while since I've read an 'L'-bomb online. Weird. (Am I in an echo chamber, or have people stopped sayin' it?)

I could use a sidekick, either way., though.

If things don't work out with Grub Boy, I mean.