Hop in bestie, we’re going to Claire’s uwu

It was ok, but this was back in 2008 and smartphones weren’t really a thing yet, so them holding your phone wasn’t a huge deal regarding internet access etc. (I had a Motorola slvr at the time). A typical routine for me: a crew came in at like 4am to draw labs, woke up 7am-ish, shower fucking sucked (motion-activated, ran for a limited time, about the amount of time it needed to heat up). Food was average hospital, no caffeine. I found out if I called ahead to request a meal I could get caffeinated coffee/tea. Group therapy like twice a day, individual therapy once a day, medication meeting once a day, lots of downtime and board games/card games. I could listen to music because I had a classic iPod separate from my phone.

Most people shared rooms. I somehow got my own, likely because I was the youngest by at least 10 years. Smoke breaks were still a thing, so after a few days of being cooperative you got those plus your belt back. For me it was an excuse to go outside and socialize for a few minutes.

Ultimately a good experience because I got the treatment and meds I needed quickly. Your mileage may vary of course.

Or when you got wicked GERD but those fajitas come out sizzlin

Used to call them all the time as part of a job working university campus security. We knew them, they knew us, no big deal. We were briefed each year on how to talk to them, what order to give descriptions of people’s attire for example (top-down, inside-out), the specific phonetic alphabet they used, a map of campus with cardinal directions, all that stuff. Not a huge deal.

TV SCORPION

Splunge.

I slapped Mint onto an old Surface Pro 3 and it runs great. Only complaints are inconveniences, really (constant updates, no easy way to get the standard set of fonts on it to replace Word’s library effectively). But I’m enjoying it much more than the bloated Windows 10 that used to be on it.

Sometimes a kind soul has sprinkled Criterion releases on the shelf too!

David Foster Wallace’s “Incarnations of Burned Children.”

David Foster Wallace, “Incarnations of Burned Children”

Yes, they are. For a literature class, I taught a very short story, which is expertly written, about an infant who is scalded. It’s a fantastic piece, but something I’d totally expect some people to opt out of given the content.

Been waiting for this one all day.

Get to shuckin’

“So I just…cut them up like regular chickens?”

There were a couple on The Bonfire w/Big Jay Oakerson and Dan Soder that were intentionally rough for laughs. One in particular went from the checkered history of the Elks Lodge charter into a read for Boll and Branch sheets.

Guardrails off. Orbital strike ready.

Hey, that’s the live Velvet Underground album!

Second the forum route. There are some really old school parts of the internet that are awesome for stuff like this that aren’t necessarily hard to find, and go back many years. And people on them love to debate back and forth, so you get lots of opinions. Example: budgetlightforum for flashlights and components.

Halloween project in elementary school: “peanut house of horror.” Had a little diorama of peanuts with googly eyes in a dungeon getting destroyed in every way a peanut could. Swinging pendulum halfway gouged into one. Another on a stretcher rack cracked in half. One getting crunched in a press. Shells all over the floor like a damn Texas Roadhouse.