@directhex @directhex I find it a fascinating exercise. The unifying ethnicity that brought most of my ancestors to America was "Catholic", which is weird to unpack on several levels. Most of the last names on my family tree are Ellis Island respellings of German. My mother's maiden name they thought was Scottish for decades, but that was an American lie to avoid Irish association and the name is Scotch Irish from the Catholic Irish side of the fence.
Gig economy dystopianism
So the folks Lime, Bird, and other scooter jerks pay almost nothing to do the dirty work of charging the scooters are intentionally referred to by such companies as 'juicers'?
Cool, nothing like evil corporations unironically wearing cyberpunk couture to make people seem to trust they aren't evil.
@taweret Related to questions about Mermaid bodily fluids:
Food word code switching
Bought a bunch of chips from a convenience store and next to Spanish words I know very well at this point like Limon and Jalepeño there was one that didn't seem familiar on Fritos Bags: Sal-oo-tes. Almost asked someone what Hispanic flavor that was before realizing it was the English word "salutes" in the middle of "Fritos salutes the troops" 🤣
nazis, please help
If anyone is in Indiana. Especially Southern Indiana.
Please feel free to help kick the Nazis out of Bloomington.
The town won't do anything and they're trying to normalize themselves by selling fucking veggies at the Farmer's Markey while spreading nazi bullshit.
My friends that live there have been complaining about it and are trying to do something, but don't know how.
Please help stop this.
What measures a career
Dreamt I had to sell the usefulness of handfuls of mostly finished projects not far removed from actual unfinished projects I worked on over the years. Most of which the usefulness was only to a situation at the time. Most of which are obsolete now or likely never finished.
On the flip side I ethically regret some of the code I wrote that I'm sure is probably still in use.
I've had a weird software graveyard of a career so far.
Professional software developer. Unsuccessful nonfailure writer and game designer.
Smeap is the honk of a flamingo. Smeap was also at least once, a storybook land at the weird intersection of TV ads and the worlds they seem to inhabit. It was a place where wars were fought over sodas, and talking polar bears had very good reasons to guard soda machines. It was a place where rainbow color candies were harvested for electric power. It was a place where a prairie dog might move to big city inhabited mostly by Pink Flamingos to follow her dream to be private investigator, only to get slowly entangled in the seedy underbelly of crime and prohibited soda trading of the Neon Flamingos and their syndicate. Social media at times lately feels like it has become almost entirely seedy underbelly with very little upside. Maybe it needs more storybook worlds.