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Nov. 8th, 2023 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evening_tsarMy car is exploding as we speak, stranding me in suburbia. I have yet to decide on a decisive course of action in response - drink beer and listen to Black Metal is the best I've come up with so far. I maintain a magical faith in my brother to find a solution. We shall see if this pays off.
There is a little light on the dash which keeps going off. I am reliably informed by the interwebs that this means "PULL OVER AND STOP THE ENGINE NOW!!!!!!". I suspect that words to this effect may be more effective than a little thumbnail that looks like a blunt teapot.
Of course this little light on the dash is much less of a warning signal than the cement grinder under my seat, which was not there on Sunday.
I am further nonplussed by my online student's refusal to write complete sentences, and his tendency to cradle his head in his hands as if he's under attack by Cronenberg's Scanners. Children are not exactly famous for mastery of online tact, so I shall not take it personally. Nevertheless, I am a sensitive man, and so took to Forge of Empires to slaughter and pillage my way to prosperity.
I have never in my life wanted to slap someone so badly as I do Vivek Ramaswamy, even if it would lead to a duel to the death. I'm confident I would win such a bout, but you never know... Such proud boneheadedness thrusting its way into the public discourse cannot go unchecked.
I've been asked to write an artcile on an episode of Star Trek Deep Space Nine, which means I shall have to watch it. It will probably make me want to play StarCraft.
I am doubtless forgetting something important.
There is a little light on the dash which keeps going off. I am reliably informed by the interwebs that this means "PULL OVER AND STOP THE ENGINE NOW!!!!!!". I suspect that words to this effect may be more effective than a little thumbnail that looks like a blunt teapot.
Of course this little light on the dash is much less of a warning signal than the cement grinder under my seat, which was not there on Sunday.
I am further nonplussed by my online student's refusal to write complete sentences, and his tendency to cradle his head in his hands as if he's under attack by Cronenberg's Scanners. Children are not exactly famous for mastery of online tact, so I shall not take it personally. Nevertheless, I am a sensitive man, and so took to Forge of Empires to slaughter and pillage my way to prosperity.
I have never in my life wanted to slap someone so badly as I do Vivek Ramaswamy, even if it would lead to a duel to the death. I'm confident I would win such a bout, but you never know... Such proud boneheadedness thrusting its way into the public discourse cannot go unchecked.
I've been asked to write an artcile on an episode of Star Trek Deep Space Nine, which means I shall have to watch it. It will probably make me want to play StarCraft.
I am doubtless forgetting something important.
