My 50s house still has a glass brick window facing the driveway. It’s a great silhouette backdrop, if I leave the workbench light on.

That’s a #7 from Sandwich With A Pretty Big Pickle In It

At this point I’m referring to all Lemmy meme storms as beans.

Not poopin’? That’s a bean.
Moths? That’s a bean.
Beans? Oh you better believe that’s a bean.

Many years ago when we finally sunset out first generation servers, we took them out to a gun range and let the support department have the first shots.

You could take a stab at figuring out what happened to Amalia Earhart, who DB Cooper was, or why Big Foot doesn’t eat at Burger King (but loves Dairy Queen). The big questions of our time.

Years ago I used to sign up for free samples of things (found on a freebees sub) using the name Freema Balczak, because then I’d know if one of them sold my info… but mostly for shits and giggles.

In 1975 Barry Manilow wrote the songs that made the whole world sing, the songs of love and special things.

Once upon a time there were two types of Dairy Queens. Some were just ice cream, but the ones called “Dairy Queen Braizer” sold hot food too. Eventually they all sold hot food.

Spicy food never had an effect on my stomach until one day in my late 30’s. Now there’s a fuzzy threshold where I’m OK, but there’s a limit. A whole serving of my favorite bulgogi is always too much.

I forgot the video for that song is all just clips from 9 1/2 Weeks with random shots of Joe Cocker shoved in to kill the mood. So we should all be reminded of that important aphorism, “it’s all fun and games until some wall street broker pours honey in your vagina.”

Not names, just adjectives.

They’re even the right colors for my 6.5lb spotted lady and 14lb orange torpedo

It was a joke. I feel like we’re all living Brazil 2.

Holy crap! I just got used to thinking that its been over a year since the blackout… but that shocking realization was a year ago now. Thanks, everyone!

Wait, those weren’t made as a prop for Brazil 2?

Ha, they left out the 2nd N.

I tend to wear jersey knit, short sleeve polo shirts. They feel like wearing a t-shirt, give me plenty of room in the neck (I hate anything remotely tight around my neck or wrists), look normal tucked or untucked, fit in in most professional situations, and can be upgraded with a sport coat if I absolutely have to. I just have to be careful to find ones that don’t have the ribbed (itchy) hems on the arms - I want a wide open arm hole. My go to brand just added them so I have to find something new.

I have never found a comfortable suit jacket or sport coat, I don’t think they exist for me.

I don’t have much advice for pants, I don’t have many sensory issues as long as they’re not binding. I usually wear wide-leg levis and keep a pair or two that are in nice enough condition for most business casual circumstances. Then I have a couple pair of slacks that I just had to find by trial and error for the other (rare) occasions.

We were born into a system that requires that we make money if we want to participate. Hopefully the means of doing so has at least some desirability beyond that, even if only “this line of effort seems interesting enough that I wont constantly fantasize about stepping in front of a fast moving bus, and thus ruining its driver’s money making obligation too.”

Surely the Zarkonians will save us.

Is there one that requires 6 hands for thruples?