…sleeve of saltines and a block of grated cheddar were my go-to lunch as a kid; no regrets…

(these days i’m more into triscuits and cheddar slices, the pricey aged cheeses rather than big orange store-brand bricks)

THEN YOU ARE LOST, ANAKIN!

TIL!

…i also had no idea aluminised tetrapacks were recyclable; always figured composite materials were dead-end landfill fodder…

(the changeover wasn’t entirely in the sixties, though: as a kid, we used to peel cartons open and scrape off the wax for craft projects clear into the early eighties, never realised the packaging had changed prior to the advent of plastic screw-tops)

…typically they’re coated with food-grade wax…

…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…

…one’s a peter gabriel album and the other’s guns ‘n’ roses…

…then f*cking impeach, you whiny little bitch…

…siding?..i do what i must to survive but, if that comes across as advocating for serfdom, you’re inferring something i certainly didn’t imply…

…working as a kid afforded me toys, books, tapes, and musical instruments; working as an adult afforded me f*cking rent and insurance premiums…

…when i turned thirty, i was a grownup, and people started treating me like one: grownups are f*cking old and their lives are over…

…we’ve all violated national security oaths and SCIF protocol?..yeah, no…

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

…nothing wrong with dying; when you die it’s not your problem anymore…

…problems are for the folks left behind…

…adults shouldn’t have to be earning money either; good luck with that…

…born in the seventies, i was working by fifth grade and overnight by high school; longest shift i ever pulled was twenty-six hours without a break…

…kids born in the eighties enjoyed nineties child labor laws, which were kind of a mixed blessing: less exploitation but also less opportunities to earn money…

…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…

beep-beep-beep-beep! beep. beep.

…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 visited fourty years ago; it was pretty lush…

…this is why competent administrations rigorously implement, enforce, and prosecute information security: the very idea of using a personal device for state communication is anathema to that core competency…