That was my immediate thought. Sadly, I seemingly only remember that on Sept. 20 each year.

The nice thing about xkcd is it’s been running for so long that a random one is new again. It’s the modern version of The Far Side.

I’m running a fever and as such can’t reasonably give this a good read.

That said, this handwriting on the sign is totally weird. The style seems to attempt Suetterlin, but that’s out the window once the lowercase e’s don’t look like n’s or r’s. Then we have the internally consistent umlaut styles that don’t make sense (just as common to draw a contiguous arc over an ‘a’ as a ‘u’ circa 1995).

I had to learn Suetterlin for classwork in Gymnasium. My cursive was apparently unintelligible. I’m back to “normal” except for how I write my 1’s.

Just save a new copy after each session. Sure, there are more elegant ways to track changes and version history, but if he literally wants progress reports, zip everything up when you send him the final.

Part of what concerns me here is another trend, which is those rooms where you pay for an hour and get to smash dishes and such with a baseball bat. And now there’s a surplus of cheap, used sex dolls. It doesn’t take much to see a business plan here.

I’ve been somewhat baffled by some of your posts as well.

But claiming that “dive bar” is a niche term is disingenuous.

At least you didn’t put hundreds of accumulators in a box while you were waiting?

The meeting happened, but I had to cut off the excerpt somewhere. Apparently, it’s been mostly smooth sailing since, at least from Trump’s direction.

Sure you’ve got the right canal, there?

I would not consider that a truism. As soon as “demands” comes up, ask yourself: Demanded by whom, and for what purpose?

Of course sharing a meal is enjoyable. It doesn’t need to happen on rigid timeframes dictated by others.

Food is fuel. It can be enjoyable fuel, but that’s what it is. No one is going to the gas station and continuing to try to pump gas into an overflowing tank.

I don’t view this through the lens of food shortages so much as that “three meals a day” was drummed into our heads by capital in the first place. It’s unnecessary, but we spend more on food by strict adherence to these expectations, which is always the goal.

They’re always a bad idea, but feel so good.

This said, those are the relationships one learns from. It appears we shall have to do this as a country. I was on a choir tour in 1993 where we saw a lot of Nazi symbolism having been blown up.

The only time you want manic is that relationship with an alt chick in college that burns hot and fast.

I’ve been in Texas for 11 years, and I gave up on voting. City Council? Whenever we vote progressive candidates in and they do something progressive, Abbott calls the Legislature into special session to make those laws illegal at the state level.

A good example is when the City of Austin implemented a ban on single-use plastic shopping bags, which given the production of said bags set the O&G lobby into overdrive.

County? Well, my vote doesn’t really count there, as Travis is overall aligned with my political views. State? Nah, gerrymandering split the city into I think now five districts at the federal level of unusual shape to dilute Austinites’ voices by including sparse areas 10s of miles away. Federal? We just redistricted. Senate could be interesting

There’s a reason I chose journalism. Voting harder clearly wasn’t going to help even in college.

Months is just trying to optimize your first run. Then, you discover mods.

If you have your life affairs in order, you could try Factorio. Your friends and loved ones won’t see you for months.

It’s a shame I’m not out in Westlake. Running into Louis Rossman at HEB would be fun.

Are you sure you can’t? Because when my phone was stolen last month, I came to terms with how much the modern world needs one to have one.

There are so many issues with my educational experience that I don’t know where to start. I was sent to the principal’s office for claiming negative numbers existed in first grade. The next year, my parents enrolled me in a night class at ASU for intermediate algebra. Back in elementary school, best they could do was sixth-grade math – i.e., not even prealgebra. It took six years – until eighth grade – for me to progress in math from when I was fucking 7.

By high school, I was considered an excellent math student, and I was told two specific things from other departments: Don’t go into writing or publication design – you’re a math student who’s terrible at both.

Of course, when I won national awards for both and rubbed their noses in it when back home visiting my parents, they tried to do the whole “we knew you had it in you all along” thing.

Yeah, no. I don’t like regurgitative analysis of 19th-century works, and your yearbook design sucks. That’s on you, not me.

Seth and Ra are fun people, and I swear they’re not Egyptian.