There are so many issues with my educational experience that I don’t know where to start. I was sent to the principal’s office for claiming negative numbers existed in first grade. The next year, my parents enrolled me in a night class at ASU for intermediate algebra. Back in elementary school, best they could do was sixth-grade math – i.e., not even prealgebra. It took six years – until eighth grade – for me to progress in math from when I was fucking 7.

By high school, I was considered an excellent math student, and I was told two specific things from other departments: Don’t go into writing or publication design – you’re a math student who’s terrible at both.

Of course, when I won national awards for both and rubbed their noses in it when back home visiting my parents, they tried to do the whole “we knew you had it in you all along” thing.

Yeah, no. I don’t like regurgitative analysis of 19th-century works, and your yearbook design sucks. That’s on you, not me.

Solar on a van has been my life for couple of years. Of course, now diesel’s expensive enough in Texas that fleeing will run $1/mile.

I was talking with a friend a couple of days ago whose life is basically putting out brush fires for others and had hit her limit. She pointed out the flight-safety boilerplate of “remember to secure your own mask before helping others.”

So, $5 per litigant after legal fees, assuming the DOJ doesn’t step in and claim to be the defendant.

Someday, we’ll look back and think being nice to each other wasn’t such a bad idea.

It is left as an exercise for the reader.

Yeah, Consent is Like Tea was actually one of the first things I was linked to, No shade; it’s a good video.

The thing in my situation is I can’t assume the audience. When I was a baby burner, I didn’t know about the darker side. I likely need to talk with her further to determine angle. She’d be the first to tell you that she has Dori memory.

Finally, a chance to see what Hitler would have done with modern technology! (and a smaller brain, and even smaller hands)

It was clearly being used idiomatically.

You’re being deliberately obtuse on this. “Everyone goes grocery shopping on weekends” is the same sort of construction, yet it doesn’t actually mean “everyone.” It’s referring to “everyone who votes.”

We’ll have to see how the fitting goes Monday. Corn on the cob might be a stretch goal. Sorry to hear you’re going through the same issues … people take being able to eat for granted (given enough money), and yet for some, it just … isn’t.

Huh. I watched the video, and it didn’t claim anything like 100% turnout in the first minute.

There will be steak involved.

I turned 18 in 1997, and I can’t remember an election where my vote counted. The further up the ballot you go, the less relevance.

For a week …

We’re not a signatory to the ICC, see? So we don’t have to play by international law.

“Just commenting” and then tearing down anyone who points out holes in your argument is not a conversation; it’s trolling.

My Lumia 950XL remains my favourite phone I’ve ever owned. Live Tiles were amazing. I just unlocked my phone and had a dashboard constantly providing new information as opposed to a little dot in the corner of an icon indicating activity.

If not for the app gap and discontinuation of the OS, I’d still be happily using it.

Surveillance is the goal. “For the children” has proven an effective red herring over the years.

Why in the everliving fuck would you give software delete access to your live backups? Like, in what scenario is this a solution?