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…i disassembled the factory radio in my 1990 geo prizm and soldered an auxilliary cable onto the pre-amplification stage traces; it worked pretty well suspending a portable CD player from the rearview mirror for shock protection back in the days before memory buffers were a thing, even better with those little vinyl bands installed around the disc edge for additional gyroscopic stability…

…i shop women’s shoes when i can; they generally offer a much wider selection…

…my mazda 2 outhandles my MX-5s and is the only car i’ve driven which keeps pace with my elise; we’ve been waiting for an electric subcompact hatchback for about ten years now but the stateside market keeps doing everything it can not to offer me one…

…nope; her education was 1980s DoDDS, mine was 1980s TEA…

(yes, secession; autocorrect squiggled it into another word as i was typing)

…just that, though: we were taught that emancipation was just one of many issues stemming from increasingly-fundamental differences in economic, social, and international policy, and that the war itself precipitated from the southern states asserting a right to secession and sovereignty which the federal government did not grant…

…we were also taught that the spark was actually southern states’ seizure of federal assets…

…likewise; my wife was apoplectic when i suggested that the civil war was about secession…

…maybe it’s just me but that looks delicious…

…call a spade a spade: the executive branch is a russian asset and anyone who’s convinced otherwise is embracing willful ignorance…

…i always use my signals to unambiguously communicate intent; the only time i’ve been embarrassed is after carrying that habit onto the track, but it’s tough to break…

…my wife uses her signals to ask permission, which i feel can cause confusion, but she feels the same way about me…

…it’s how you imagine people look or it’s what you imagine people look like, but not both…

THEN YOU ARE LOST, ANAKIN!

…this is its best use case: something very specific but with waaaay too niche to justify its production cost, like an image for one scene of one session of one group of four players…

…if you have the economy of scale for publication, real art by real artists is often (but not always) definitively stronger…

…this is just staging plausible deniability for the russian asset…

…depending upon the week, somewhere between ⅔ and ⅘ of my workflow can be in outlook…

…our IT policy required a shift to new outlook last year and it devastated my productivity: i struggled against its user-hostile interface for a couple of weeks and eventually just stayed home so i could get work done, despite our back-to-office mandate…in short order i was given an administrator account and i’m back on old outlook again…

…i drove from the gulf coast to northern california twenty-five years ago and had to thoroughly clean my windshield of bugs every fuel stop, which was pretty typical of road trips for thirty years prior; i can’t remember the last time i’ve had to clean my windshield of anything other than dust since the mid-2000s…

…typity type-type…

…i thought mondelēz were mexican!..

“emerging”

…you keep using that word; i do not think it means what you think it means…

…it’s what he avoids: russian carrots are accompanied by russian sticks and trump’s kompromat runs decades deep, capital-punishment deep at this point…

…his only course of survival is to double-down on whatever his handlers ask of him…