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…our orange kitty does the same, but he’s the smartest cat we’ve ever known: perfectly adept at opening doors on his own, so we must keep them all deadbolted lest we find wild critters brought into the house, which has happened on several occasions…

(he’s also pretty good at operating our ipads and desktop computers; he’s sent gibberish text-messages more than once and i worry that someday he’ll buy something online!)

…taylor swift’s public statement was a well-considered cogent refutation of false endorsements posted by the trump campaign, one which pointedly resonates your position and likely merits substantially more respect than you realise…

…that’s a fair point and civil forfeiture for carrying cash on your person is a thing now, too…

…when i was growing up waaay back in the depths of the twentieth century, standard protocol was never to send cash: check, money order, or COD only…in my grandparents’ generation, stamps were also often accepted as legal tender!..

…does anyone even do cash-on-delivery anymore?..i never used it but i feel like i haven’t seen mention in thirty years…

…so anyway, we had an onion on our belt, which was the style at the time, and my point is that not sending cash is nothing new…i guess the idea back then was that sending cash either risked loss/theft or facilitated illicit commerce; i never really figured out which…

…is sending cash any different now?..

…all that and you don’t even mention that he’s been an open russian asset for eight years?..

…the blunt truth is that he’s in too deep, as are most of the remaining republican party, and the only way to keep their heads at this point is to double-down on seizing the apparatus of state to dismiss their criminal culpability…

…i don’t think he wants anything other than to keep uncle vlad at bay…

…four police officers could handle a bernie rally; the other seventy-two were probably to manage the fascists trolling for trouble outside…

…how the unholy f*ck el paso ever hosted his rally after that racist shot up the place, i will never understand…

…i bought a mazda 2 ten years ago and it was fantastically practical, agile, efficient, and affordable; came time for a new car and they’d replaced it with a f*cking SUV…

…ah, i may be conflating contextal menus with opening new tabs, since that’s the primary UI mode i use to do so: regardless, any kind of shenanigans which aim to disable application-level UI get under my skin…

…and now you’ve hit upon my other peeve: (mostly shopping) sites coded to disable browsing links in a new tab…

…i don’t know that i shouldn’t’ve seen it, but the 1978 invasion of the body snatchers was my introduction to existential horror at the ripe age of seven years…

…what shouldn’t i have seen?..about a year earlier, a family friend handed-down a big brown grocery bag stacked to the rim with pre-code EC horror comics: that was some teeth-gnashingly gruesome stuff…

…i mean, to be fair he was barely coherent at seventy, too: that’s kind of his whole thing, sputtering out incoherent word salad so his fanbase can infer whatever they want to hear…

“Well, yes, he said that but what he really meant was this. I like him because he tells it like it is.”

…i read this in the tone of an exasperated husband responding to his wife waiting impatiently to drag him along to some saturday-afternoon garden tea party…

…well, he can’t back out: his 2016 win was the unintentional outcome of a failed media campaign gone awry, and everything since then has been a mad scramble to avoid prosecution for all the laws he broke along the way and to keep uncle vlad’s kompromat at bay…

…once he loses executive immunity or outlives his usefuless, his whole world comes crashing down: you’ve seen the panic in eyes since late 2016, and most of the remaining GOP have since come along for the same ride…

…i’ve always read it as the former guy but presumed that folks embrace the ambiguity of that f*cking guy…

…i, too, had to text-message my coworker…

…when i was in second grade i wrote a book report on chocolate fever, in which the climax involved the protagonist taking vanilla pills, which were so obviously the opposite of chocolate to my eight-year-old perspective, but which no adults with whom i discussed the book found at all obvious…

…we have a couple of industrial fans but the sound’s not quite right by comparison to cross-flow impellers…

…at some level i secretly suspect that sleeping under omnipresent white noise has only made my tinnitus worse over time, but that could also be a natural consequence of my ears aging-out…

(could also come from driving a convertible at speed while blasting music on a three-hour commute every day, if i’m honest)