It’s crazy that I can’t tell if it’s bait from a pretty good troll, a real supporter of the racist in chief himself who believes this shit, or a supporter who is trolling because their real life is kind of pathetic. They all kind of sound the same at this point. But the fact that whoever it is went down the comment chain to reply to you instead of just those who took the bait points to 1 or 3.
I worked at an MSP for years and had clients who would send it back and forth that way to each other. The most common were medical practices, but banking wasn’t far behind.
Fax was considered secure because you could lock up the fax machine physically.
My favorite setup was a medical practice that dealt with stomach issues, including colon cancer, and their neighbor in the same building who was a pathology lab. They both had the PDF to fax and fax to PDF servers set up to send back and forth when someone could just walk 50 feet and hand over paperwork.
He should know. He already read a different book about a guy who was hung like this:
Same. Plus I rarely clarified. Back in the day if someone zinged me anyway I’d generally make a joke about their mom or intelligence using the most hurtful language I could. I do not recommend the last part.
I don’t really do it anymore because I’m a middle aged dude who can’t give a shit about anyone else’s opinion. But I remember what it was like being a teenager who was weird even by teenager standards at a time when being different was not celebrated. I recommend against doing everything I did to protect myself but euphemisms for my hobbies are one I can absolutely recommend.
A lot of games have great music. Instead of calling it video game music, which absolutely invites people to say stupid shit, just say you generally listen to atmospheric soundtracks.
Growing up in small town east Texas taught me to create euphemisms for all kinds of fun shit.
And once you’ve finished:
It’s not like the old days, but you can still find high energy local acts out at places like BFE. Just keep an eye on their roster. I’ll likely see you there someday!
I get it. We played Fitzgerald’s a lot for the last few years before it closed. My buddy was sitting in the lighting booth watching the last show.
I don’t think there’s anything that’s going to capture that vibe anymore. BFE is cool. Numbers, for whatever reason, was never really my scene. I’ve played there but I don’t go out of my way to do it. Even The Farm isn’t really what it used to be. I wish I could remember what the name of it was before because we played there a lot too. Wildcatters out in Katy is pretty cool on the right night. Brash has the arcade. Karbach usually has something cool going on (I’ve got a friend over there right now). But none of that is like what Fitzgerald’s was back in the 00s (I was too young and hours away in the 90s, then I left for the military).
But you know what they say. You can never go home.
There are some cool places closer in but I try to avoid heading that way. We played White Oak Music Hall recently and it’s pretty neat. Fitzgerald’s closed a few years back and that place was amazing. On the other side of town is House of Blues which is always a good time.
I like The Farm and BFE, but those are two completely different vibes. I miss Acadia so much. That was my favorite place to be but they closed down last year.
I’m actually very happy with both, I just like to talk shit.
Just to answer the question, tonight I was with a hard rock band. We did our thing then got hammered again.
My therapist just asks if I drank less than last week. Then we have a staring contest for 26 minutes.
I got a coach at the gym and we do the same thing.
Now I need to figure out which one to fire because that’s almost an hour of me not admitting shit. I only really need it from one of them.
Sorry, I was drunk as hell up on 1960 and forgot we were having a conversation.
Howdy neighbor!
Naw, I work remote, the HEB is walking distance, and if I’m on the motorcycle I’m headed the other way out of town. The only time I have to deal with it is when I’m playing a gig headed into town while everyone else is driving the other way.
Harris. Also just off 10.
So you’re picturing me every morning back when I had to drive in to work. Got it.
He’s sad because he was going to call in sick but waited too long.
That would be a nightmare for tattoo shops.
(For those that don’t know, many tattoo shops have Friday 13th deals with specific flash you can get for multiples of $13 depending on complexity. The quality ones have new cute Friday 13th flash a couple of times a year and lines around the block.)
I know a family who was directly behind one and one of the thinner logs flew off the truck and through their window directly between the two adults in the front seat.
A friend of mine was riding behind a semi when the bracket holding the mudflap detached. Ended up with a 2 inch hole in his hood. The cop that came out wouldn’t write up a report for insurance because he didn’t believe the story, even in the middle of the damn interstate with a fresh hood hole. So my friend drove around for years with a hole in his hood. I think that’s the day he started hating cops.