No one said you were planning on calling ICE.

It’s just something that gets said in general, because fuck ICE.

Sucked… into…

(sharp inhale)

a bagel.

I got bored one day. So, I put everything on a bagel… everything. All my hopes and dreams, my old report cards, every breed of dog, every personal ad on Craigslist… sesame… poppy seed… salt. And it collapsed in on itself.

Hi, trans woman here, you’re right, it’s just depressing as fuck.

This a meme I’d just sigh at and go “yeah…”

Larry Tesler, inventor of the cut, copy, and paste commands, dies at 74

I’m so tired of this guy.

Same, I can’t process this.

Is my English bad, am I exhausted, or is the meme just weird?

Proton’s good, by the way. If gaming is holding you back, at least.

I sidestepped to Mint. Sorry, Microsoft, your shit’s untenable and disappointing.

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He’s an unsung hero. For the cost of the bandwidth, the actual discs, cases, gasoline for driving, and time spent at distribution, he prolly wasn’t even breaking even.

Now I want a good burger with kewpie on it.

Give me Japanese, and give me Thai.

Japanese cuisine runs far and deep, and so does Thai food.

Of course, this begs the question: what about a good burger with kewpie on it, or what happens if I put carnitas in pad thai? Where’s the delineations?

Eventually I can argue that frosted animal crackers, the pink and white ones, furthest from any kind of national or regional cuisine whatsoever, are Thai food cause they’ve been eaten by Thai people.

And while we’re on this point, I hate it when someone says “fuckkkkk youuu” cause that shit’s pronounced “fuck-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh.” The vowel’s what’s being elongated, not the consonant.

But yes, the vowels in the middle need to be doubled correctly, high five.

Probably so she could make this absolute art.

Paper mail is so underrated.

I need to get a wax sealing kit.

Postage is expensive, but I look forward to checking my mail. Mixed in with the ads is real human sentiment!

There is absolutely nothing stopping you from doing the same thing.

Make a friend’s day, give them mail that’s not bills or ads or packages.

Most of my friends don’t even have my phone number, let alone a messaging service. We do postal mail or just go to each other’s houses. I mail out about twenty letters a week and get that much back, on nice stationery.

It’s good to feel loved.