Maybe you don’t need some new shirts, maybe you just need some new hangers. You know, show some respect.
Maybe you don’t need some new shirts, maybe you just need some new hangers. You know, show some respect.
I’m American, honey. Our names don’t mean shit. — Butch Coolidge ❦ A fictional character brought to us via Quentin Tarantino, an actual person, brought to us by incomprehensible genetic material interacting with equally unquantifiable life experience. With that said, the Supreme Court should just stop trying to be stars and instead just a’get on to a’justice’in, as hard and thankless as that job might be.
Life? Well…—SHIT the house is on fucking FIRE—using blind panic™️ grab instinctively the important and run! Safe now, not panting really, turn, huh, maybe was panting a little, house not on fire. Oh…my cigarette burned my finger. Looking down at finger, at my personal inconvenient pain, I see the ashtray in my hands. This was to free me after the catastrophe? Sometimes it’s fun tho.
You’re a shining star, no matter who you are…
Feudal Quotes
They’re reading? So what? What the fuck do we care that they’re reading? Look at us. Look at this sword—look at this fucking castle! What are they gonna do, throw books at us?
Geez I sound like such a scold. Hrmph.
Anyway, on the positive, right here is a good example of software which, for me, results in an environment that feels like what it “should” feel like if the appropriate care has been taken with its design implementation, or something smart sounding like that.
A guess it’s something like Buzzword Tourette’s, my little violent emotional/textual outbursts; and although sometimes amusing to me, they likely yield only confusion and perhaps a vague sense of disappointment in you, dear reader, for having wasted your attention on them in the first place. So what to do? Well, plenty, but let me address just one, briefly, without all of the hedging and snickering and sudden reversals — shit, I’m doing it again right now, huh?