I think it was Brian Cohen. He was, after all, a very naughty boy.

What are the chances that I, a not particularly tech savvy person, go to download mint and end up bricking my computer?

Honestly, my computer is an absolute bottom of the barrel $200 Dell laptop right now, so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but I’d hate to fuck it up, get a better computer, and fuck that up too.

The pervasive, loud, aggressive “America is full of stupid yokels and has no culture herp derp” sentiment seems to have really ramped up in recent years. I really wonder if it’s a side effect of recent politicians pushing increasingly bizarre and oppressive agendas, and actually getting elected.

Maybe we deserve the disdain.

A very long time ago, and much less technologically advanced:

I went to boarding school. We had a little bit of a propensity for sneaking out of the dorm at night.

New dean comes in our senior year and installs alarms on all the exits.

Our senior year time capsule contains the controlling keypad to that alarm system that wasn’t even functional for twenty four hours.

I’ve no doubt that today’s teens possess the ingenuity to bypass if not completely disable this thing.

The entire scam of unlimited PTO is that the company doesn’t have to pay out any unused time when you leave.

It certainly doesn’t increase the time off you get while still at the company. Studies show people take less time when it’s unlimited.

I don’t know. Some people who experience abuse and escape it become far worse abusers when they’re in position to do so.

Next up, Ken Paxton sues San Francisco State

Wizardry was great. I’ll never understand how I lived in one of those ultra religious eighties homes that wouldn’t let me play D&D but wizardry, Ultima, and bards tale were just fine.

I’d wager that his lease has a mandatory arbitration clause that requires him to pay up front then try to get it back via arbiters chosen by the landlord.

Hell they already submit plenty of pseudoscience as evidence that juries lap up like a pack of dehydrated wolves in the desert. Why not add some worthless text that shows the officer in a sublime light as well?

Jesus

Unemployment on the reservation hovers between 80% and 85%, and 49% of the population live below the federal poverty level. Many of the families have no electricity, telephone, running water, or sewage systems; and many use wood stoves to heat their homes, depleting limited wood resources.

Then again, why don’t they just pull themselves up by the moccasin straps? Look at them. I bet some of them even have refrigerators! /s

And I literally can’t leave the office for ten minutes to go buy lunch downstairs. Gotta bring my lunch and eat it at my desk while fielding internal and external questions.

When did this start? I last logged into Facebook about a year ago because a high school classmate died and I was expected to post a few words. My account had been deactivated but not deleted for three or four years prior, and I had no issues.

This goes through high school now? Granted it’s been quite a few years, but as a child of the ultra 'murka fuck yeah Reagan years, I can’t remember having to say the pledge after elementary school.

Raised my daughter in Texas, and they expected the pledge AND the Texas State pledge. She considered that absurd at a very young age and I think she just stayed silent. But even then, I don’t recall her mentioning it after elementary school.

That’s why you make suckling baby farms. Way more tender than their pork counterparts.

They’ll make you listen to Vogon poetry. If your head explodes, you’re not a bot.

Suppose Don Diaper weasels his way back in. Do you suppose he’ll remember and/or give two shits about this guy and extend a pardon?

A more sustainable, but way more difficult than it seems game is power hour. There should be multiple versions of it on YouTube. At least there were circa 2010.

It plays a song for a minute, then changes to another song for a minute, then another and so on over sixty minutes.

Every time the song changes, you take a shot of beer.

When I was in college about three hundred years ago, it was called the century club and went for one hundred minutes, but since we didn’t have YouTube back then, it was just watching the clock. Amazing how fast that God damned second game can move.

You mean an even better tempo?

I kid. I kid!