…i tried to live with public transit in marin county: just commuting to my job was three hours each way, with a very narrow window of opportunity for walking to a grocer at my transfer hub and no recourse on nights when i had to work late…
…two-stroke honda generator…
…my game gear case carried an automotive-sized external rechargeable battery…
…that’s how i find nouns in my head…
…that’s the thing with autonomous world-machines: no easy target and their amorality fosters an insidiously pervasive sort of evil…moustache-twirling balls-out cartoon fascists foster the hope that upon their oblivion, good will rightfully inherit the earth, although history seldom supports that thesis…
…at a quick glance-scan, i though that third row under gen X read ‘starfleet’: did a double-take and was disappointed…
…i give everyone i work with stickers when they do a good job, and they all go crazy for them: interns, bosses, the lot!..
…our CEO rolled his eyes at first and said they were patronising, then the entire staff catcalled him over it, so he changed his mind and loves getting stickers now, too…
(i think that’s half the reason why armed forces do ribbons)
…oh, i think you misunderstand me: that’s not impaired driving, that’s skillful navigation through the normal flow of traffic in sàigòn…
…oh, that’s just the vietnam regional setting…
…i was thinking bathtub cheese but that’ll do…
…hot tub time machine; absurdly better film than its pitch had any right to be…
…i did not but i’d rather not traffic user-hostile sites, regardless…
…unfortunately they’re rife with oppressively disruptive advertising these days; just not worth reading anymore and my battery life agrees…
…nah man, i’m here for casual conversation; nothing at all shameful about honest ignorance, only willful ignorance…
…because it’s a plainly ignorant statement akin to “i don’t like french music”: do you just dislike music malt whisky?..that’s a fair statement, but one which would apply to all malt whiskies regardless of nation of origin, as there’s no unifying style distinguishing scotch in particular…
…conversely, if you don’t mind other malt whiskies but dislike something specific about scotch, that’s indicative of narrow experience coloring your expectation of a vast ecology of styles and expressions which have little in common other than being based on barley, water, distillation, and age…
…“i don’t like scotch” is a common statement from folks who’ve only sampled peated malts; your listerine comment sounds like medicinal peat notes, which are a divisive style…
…i generally prefer windows open to the world but i’ll concede that it’s niiiiice, though: i never sleep better than nestled underneath a blasting window-box on a hot summer night…
…i apologise for the long letter; i didn’t have time to write a shorter one…