I tend to like pop metal the same way I like pop punk. It’s not going to make me feel anything but it’s catchy. It’s good for working out or working on the motorcycle and similar things where I want a driving background but don’t want to get way into it.

That being said, the kind of people who listen to FFDP put me off of their music. It’s like that’s the first metal they ever heard then decided to make it their whole personality.

I’m glad you’re still here, friend. I wouldn’t have made it that far. I hope you’re doing well now.

I installed a big red button that does absolutely nothing in a client’s server room years ago. It has a wire going into the wall that’s tied off to a nail and another wire that’s grounded to their server rack. I told them to hit the button in the server room and restart whichever computer is having the issue before calling for support. Their support calls dropped pretty significantly.

When people left the company I let them in on the joke. When I left the consulting company I let management in on the joke. I found out several months ago that it’s still there and most people are still hitting it and rebooting their computers before they call for support. That fake button saved them a crazy amount of money in MSP support calls.

It’s a fucking shame that he has more money than god and couldn’t get someone to help him pick out a cowboy hat that would fit his face. Or tell him when it’s backwards. Or have it properly shaped. Or have it customized in any way.

I have no issue with someone wearing a cowboy hat who has never been near a ranch. I have no issue with people who don’t know what to do with one but want to wear one. They’re practical and can be stylish. I have a huge issue with someone who can afford to have an army of image consultants wearing it incorrectly to pander to idiots who are too cowardly to call him out on it.

That sucks and I hate that for you. And I know how hard it is to throw them out because the second you do you know you’ll need it before you get a replacement.

I am from a very rural area but I’m currently in one of the largest metro areas in the US.

Wait, it got made?!? Now I’m excited.

Ah, the ol’ Lemmy Pokeroo.

Incidentally that’s also why you shouldn’t eat me.

I rarely remove the label from the fish I catch.

That’s the entire reason I use a wine bucket to house big utensils. I used a wide thin grill spatula and all of my patience opening that drawer.

The bucket is slightly bigger around and slightly taller than a cookie jar. It works great.

Every company I’ve worked for either gave us digital gift cards or, when I was a manager, let us charge meals specifically to our business credit card for a certain amount per month (team outings) without prior approval.

That sounds way less fun. You go ahead and calculate how many fewer steps like a nerd and I’ll tumble around in one like a cool person.

Fewer steps if you get going fast enough and just ride tumbling ass over tea kettle.

Hey, I have a rambling anecdote!

I’ve always had problems with intrusive thoughts. A few years back I had a really hard breakup that I won’t go into the details of. For 6 months I had a TV on, my headphones on with a book running, and was doom scrolling every bit of social media I could when I wasn’t working. I started drinking the second I got off work and only stopped when it was time to sleep. Why? Because my intrusive thoughts got LOUD. I couldn’t function without something going on all the time.

I went through more than a book a day on audible for those 6 months. One day I forgot to charge the speaker in my shower and I had a whole ass breakdown. There was no point in my life that was silent.

Eventually I got better. It took time but I got there. Now I’m a drunk recreationally instead of because I need to be in order to function. I listen to books for pleasure instead of out of necessity. And much later I did the whole therapy thing and have tools to keep myself from going through that again.

Either/or. I’m disgruntled either way.

You’re not one of them Starry Wisdom bastards are you? I joined that cult church and they wouldn’t even let me look through their occult library.

I have also traveled here from the 80’s and I’m here to tell you one thing:

That sounds like their fucking problem. If that’s all that is stopping you then you get your tiny gym shorts and crop top, friend.

I burned off my fingerprints so maybe that’s why.

I don’t mind calls. I don’t mind texts. I hate two hour text chains that could have been a 30 second call and 10 minute conversations that could have been a single text.

I just want the information in an efficient fashion. If I don’t get it I will eventually just stop texting back or say I have to go and hang up.