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Probably not those things then, huh?

In the early 2000s working for a major telecommunications company we were told that it took 10 positive experiences to hear back from someone (who was happy with what you did,) but for negative experiences, it averaged less than 3.

I don’t know if that’s a universal rule or what but I always operate on the assumption that people love to bitch more than they love to praise.

Xtra is a gender?

Fuck I have a lot of forms to update because that’s clearly my gender.

You’ve really doubled-down since the last time I saw you.

Why did I read this like patch notes on a game?

The Wayback Machine has you covered!

(Now that it’s back up.)

I was rereading Dr. McNinja last week and the list of linked webcomics included Dresden Codak. (And a bunch of other awesome ones like Wondermark and Hark! A Vagrant.)

It’s fun to revisit these.

Anybody got a sense evil spell prepared?

Everybody check your trinkets and see which is glowing. We need an ID on this creature before initiative.

And now it is also my favorite bee anatomy fact!

Excellent source of Huh?

My ADHD has got this covered.

I have experienced aaaaAAaa pretty much daily for years.

Agreed.

But I just know we would get the what about muh freedom crowd who thinks freedoms should include the right to destroy yourself and everyone around you and the environment.

I sometimes wonder if the Love Canal had happened in modern America, if we would have had a movement to force it cleaned up, or if we would have a bunch of mouth-breathers demanding their right to spend too much for land tainted with industrial wastes.

Anyways, congrats to you all for putting a lid on this menace.

Don’t talk for us. We can talk for ourselves.

Almost certainly.

There’s a market for everything.

I do a really shallow bowl and my cat leaves me alone until the kibble is completely gone. Crumbs and all.

I’m at work and don’t have time to scrutinize pork.

I do those things too and want to add; washing your hands. It’s so damn simple. When I get off work, when I get home from being out, just washing my hands seems to have absolutely killed my constant battling sickness.

Walk in door, put down car keys, take off jacket or coat or cardigan or sweater, wash hands. Done. Haven’t been sick in ages.

Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians call “boomer” at will to their elders. There is a pestilence upon this land. Nothing is sacred.

Abandon inspiration, the fickle beast.

Take up, “It’s doesn’t matter if it sucks now, I’ll fix it later.” Because once it’s done, you can finish it with spite, which is the strongest force in the universe.