Oh, and the public bookkeeping (wait, three letter pairs? huh!) should demonstrate that the majority of compensation for the victims derives directly from the compensation for c-grade and above. Really, c’mon, we’re all grown-ups here.
Northern Suffolk❡ must take full responsibility for all expenses for anyone likely affected. This way, all the worry about what might happen in the future concerning these citizens' health is with the company who caused the problem, as it rightly should be, rather than with the victims, as it is now.
❡ Did you react without reading?
….yeah, yeah I did.
At some point you have to admit either that pearls are not worth as much to you as you claimed they were, or that you are kind of fine with pigs having them, really—otherwise, stop with the casting of the one, and the complaining about the other.
And just how old is this metaphor anyway?
Has there really been a years long feud between farmers and jewelers—or divers, for that matter? Do oysters have it in for swine? What the hell is going on exactly with the bivalve/porcine relationship in the 21st century? I think I’ll have a bowl of clam chowder with bacon bits and think about it.
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Imagined conversation from BIGPHARM Marketing Division:
So what do you think we should call it?
How about “So take two!”
Brilliant, lets spell it weird, like SOTYKTU, right?
Cool.
I’m confident in my opinions because I didn’t pick them up at the lifestyle store—instead I crafted them over time for internal coherence and reasonable correspondence with our current state of knowledge.
Too damn bad if at the end of the day the only thoughts
In your brain are all the things that they say, what a waste…
Too damn bad if at the end of the line
you got no idea of what’s on your own mind…
You’ve got no one to blame but yourself.
— Henry Rollins, Disconnect from Weight (1994)
And when I say I build software for myself, well, this intimates something more and something less than what is actually going on. I’m not writing apps and compiling and debugging and so on. Perhaps in miniature, but nothing like what a lot of folks hanging around here are doing.
You see, I see the entire world as mostly software, not the mysteriously embodied incantations running around in TRON world, but everything. Street lights and signs and signals are the software of roads. Enticing pictures and ingredient lists and cooking instructions are software for your tummy, and so on.
And all of those “anti-user” engineers? A product of my dark imagination. It couldn’t be just me being impatient, could it? No, no, no, it must be malevolent programmers. Ha!
Okay. I don’t hate grep. It is simply that my intuitions about switches are not fortuitously 100% correct, and so my lack of patience and inability to memorize arbitrary strings is exposed. This makes my uncomfortable enough to lash out. Grep, GREP is at fault!