If I had fewer scruples, I’d find out who the construction contracts for new prisons go to and invest all in. This guy is gonna get in and imprison a whole lot of people. Like a lot a lot.

I still have no clue how instances work but whatever I’m doing has been working fine for nearly a year

But carrots cannot help you see better in the dark any more than eating blueberries will turn you blue.

Brb. Going out for blueberries

Somewhat related: last week I saw my old job from 2008 listed online.

Sixteen years later, and the compensation for that job is ten percent LESS today than what I made in 2008.

It’s difficult to find specific laws or regulations, but the gist of what I’m finding is that most places of public accommodation in the US must provide a restroom free of charge though they may limit access to paying customers.

There appear to be numerous exceptions that allow not providing a restroom at all, but I couldn’t find anything that says they can charge for it.

The one thing that does come to mind is certain venues that have bathroom attendants. In those places, you’re de facto paying every time you go because that attendant will shove a towel in your face with one hand and extend the other hand palm up faster than the speed of light.

I don’t know what a PSN account is, but I’m surprised you can get one in North Korea.

Looks like it was in an “exclusive” area of an F1 race. Best I can tell, it’s just a vehicle to keep the unwashed masses away from the privileged and their playground.

I was fortunate enough to find a completely rebuilt house in Dallas for just over 2X my income.

However, it’s small size (roughly one third of your standard mcmansion) and location in an older neighborhood devoid of a militant HOA doesn’t exactly make it a chick magnet.

I suppose at this point in life, that’s a plus. I’m perfectly comfortable here and don’t need the hassle of any cohabitants or invasive HOA board members testing the DNA of my grass to ensure that it’s a compliant species.

It took me twelve years of renting in a rat infested shithole with no heat to recover from losing the first house that was a mcmansion in a militant HOA.

I think I’m one of the lucky ones.

Not gaming console, but the first time I played a CD on my computer in the nineties, I thought I was witnessing the end of technology. Then when Primus released Tales from the Punchbowl on CD-ROM with the interactive stuff, I thought this was surely it. Technology could proceed no further.

There it is. I knew that kid would be in here somewhere.

Back in the seventies/early eighties, I remember my grandmother getting financial privilege by showing the check numbers in her checkbook, which were in the high thousands.

If you ran around bouncing checks, you would get cut off long before that and have to start over at the dreaded check number 101.

Such simpler times.

Facebook definitely came with withdrawals. That one was tough. But five years later, I can’t imagine ever going back.

I thought I would miss reddit.

I was wrong.

Admit it. The reason for the “to be determined” was the lunar flying squid they found in his luggage.

I work for a small company owned and run by a Jewish family

One of their favorite jokes goes like this:

You can’t hold us in a prison cell! We eat lox for breakfast!

(And we do indeed have bagels and lox brought in regularly)

I just grabbed a couple pens off my table because it’s become so second nature that I couldn’t visualize how I hold them.

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I think I was in fifth grade when Choplifter came out. I got that sweet sweet apple ii joystick so I could play it better than with the keyboard

Fortunately for me, I’m too old to know how to pirate even if I wanted to do so.

However, I’m sure the fine people at Broderbund would like to have a long conversation with me from way, way back in the day.

Choplifter and Karateka took up hours and hours and hours of my elementary/middle school years.