as a forner wf employee, my nearest teammate was in Arizona and I was in Texas. I didn't know the other people in the building at all. That plus staggered wfh schedules...i am just speculating about your question
my building was a "ghost town" even before covid, so i can see how it might have happened.
crowd sounding
(am i doing this right?)
"MAGA turns on Joe Rogan".
Fucking ewwww
I agree with you, but there are 6 novels just in the original Frank Herbert books. Then you have Kevin Anderson and Brian Herbert 11 plus (i lose count but theyre across the room on the shelf, Im just super lazy today) books....Anderson cant use one word when a hundred more will get the point across.
It's already beaten into the ground. For a few years now, I'll only read up to God Emperor and then the last 50 pages of Sandworms Of Dune.
I'm rambling now, sorry. I agree with you.
The best place to store piss is in the body
The "kid" in the hat between the microphone stand and the mic cable: "Sleep now, yes..."
CP/M on a Kaypro II. My uncle was a contractor for the US air force. Even had a modem - a wooden box he built to hold a telephone handset.
Fun times.
I carry a small stone cicada in mine.
I worked at a headshop in the late 80's amd early 90's.
We sold nitrous oxide for whipped cream (and to inhale). It's a very short lived high...mebbe a couple of minutes for the average person. It came in 24 packs of nitrous cylinders for about $50 US.
There was a guy who would come in when we opened at 10 AM and buy a case (144 cylinders) for personal use, and be back in the store before 6 PM to buy another case. Eventually over a few weeks he was buying multiple cases every time. His lips started cracking and bleeding from the cold, and then turning blue. We found out he was going to our other stores in the area and finally banned him.
We had people buy crack pipes and other smoking paraphernalia too, but that one haunted me. I had never seen someone fall that hard into addiction, or that fast. He was obviously miserable and could not stop.