Our previous ISP kept after us for a few years to return their modem/router. Only problem was we were a BYO account - we never had a need for their device, nor was it ever on our account or any invoices. A few years later, and every few months afterward (typically after I’ve had to contact them to solve the hell that was constant dropouts - reconnecting 2-4 times a minute) the missing BUDii would pop up again and they’d demand we return or pay for it.

Each time I got snarkier and snarkier, treading the line of being polite and sounding like I wanted to chew their face off. Then I got Betty (fake name) who asked for a moment while she read the correspondence on our account. She commiserated with the troubles we’d been having, clarified notes on our account and then solved what a dozen others couldn’t figure out, and we never heard about the BUDii ever again.

I have ended every session of Sea of Thieves by setting my ship on fire.

I still feel bad for the two guys who were laughing as my ship burned (while on my ship) when the gunpowder kegs exploded and killed us all.

But only a little bad. They knew things would explode eventually, I was carrying a keg of gunpowder, and my ship was on fire!

We’ve been using it since it came available to test, and is such a lovely change from before. The check out system is so much cleaner than the old locked out of account while someone in the family is playing.

Looks good!

I had the Odyssey (with overlays). Regret giving it to a collector before I moved continents, I’d love to get it hooked up and working!

Cure for me - in my arse.

<insert flat joke here>

Befriend magpies too. Saved me from getting swooped every spring.

A male staff member was yelling at and berating a female for god knows what. She was trying to get away from him, and he’d followed her around the office down the stairs and into the washroom.

She was the manager’s fiancee, and there were three witnesses. We were honestly worried for her safety and the receptionist was about to call 911.

Consequences for the abusive minidicked coworker? NONE.

I’m at the point where I no longer actively engage with hobby communities, I might join one and lurk (search for my answers without engaging the community). Unfortunately, they always seem to be cliquish, judgemental, and overly toxic, with moderation/admin who’s are either complicit or actively adding to the bad barrel.

Once in a while I find a gem worth engaging with, and it can turn a passing glance of an interest into something worth lifting up.

Again?

And here I thought it was to look fabulous with silver hair and having no more fucks to give when dealing with morons like JD Futon.

(And to have a cat)

Make it low (decibel or height)

Make it dough (money or bread)

Make it disco

Make it glow

Make it tallow

Make it mow

Make it velcro

[On mobile, my single spacing is on furlough]

They could have brought about world peace to, but they had to wake the 11am friend.

They also don’t (or shouldn’t) eat plastic

Right up there with the people who ignore me, leave me alone or exclude me when I’m down. I’m depressed because I’m being excluded and feel isolated, jackasses.

“Just show up and do the thing, you’re always welcome!” (Ever tried just showing up when you’ve been removed from being told where the weekly thing even is and no one answers when asked?)

The amount of oblivious hypocrisy I’ve run into while navigating the deep blue is astounding.

No Pinkie Pie so it’s only a regular nightmare, not a night terror.

Won’t be long before flour companies start packaging with fabric so people can make clothes.

What I wouldn’t give to be somewhere where stores don’t close down while the sun is still up. This is a capital city, even.

6am friends could have also brought about world peace, but no, they had to wake up the 11am friend.