How did you get in my basement to put a shirt on me and take my picture without my noticing?
Nougat
"I should ~~write a book~~ do a podcast."
All attention is undesirable, so it wouldn't matter.
I need this on a shirt.
Oh there are some details left out that I desperately need to have clarified.
- Wouldn't the cost have been the same (perhaps more) if the exact same calls were being made during the day?
- What exactly was the bug, and how would it have been resolved?
- Did she get "fired"?
https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/wolf-spider-bite
Seems like it's not even as bad as a bee sting. Spiders are really not very dangerous at all, generally speaking. They're going to leave you alone unless you're fucking with them.
So I'm like 13 years old, climbing a tree at a friend's house. It's a bit of a shimmy up the trunk, I'm well in the air, hugging the tree. I look down at my feet to make sure I have footing before lifting a hand above my head to reach for a branch.
As my head is going from looking down to looking up, just as I am grabbing the branch and hanging from it, I realize that my nose is almost touching a big old wolf spider mama, fully laden with all her children.
DROP
I never climbed that tree again.
That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works.
There’s a bubble of aging people who need to be supported by younger people. Fewer younger people means declining options for everyone.
Except those rich people, who are going to find it more easy to exploit the remaining, more desperate workers.
I have one in the basement for my hot drink station.
We are all a mass of fundamental particles, each and every one pissed off at being observed by the other on this glorious day.