

George Bush the first called Dan “potatoe” Quayle the Jose Canseco of politics.
JD is making him look like it in comparison.
George Bush the first called Dan “potatoe” Quayle the Jose Canseco of politics.
JD is making him look like it in comparison.
They existed and were more of a new wave instrument at the time, but not heavily used in rock like that.
I was unaware of Brownsville Station when I was eleven.
Sorry to have failed your class professor.
We couldn’t all be Jack Black in high fidelity at that age.
I believe I was in sixth grade when that album came out.
First of all, it used a whole lot of synthesizers, which were pretty new technology at the time, and I felt like I was living in the future when I heard it.
As to the album cover, it somehow didn’t register with my that it was a baby smoking.
Rather, it made me think of teenagers smoking in the high school bathroom.
Motley Crue’s Smokin in the Boys Room came out a year later, so I don’t think that influenced my mental image.
Ted’s wife is a bigwig with Sachs. I wonder if she had input with this.
Combination of being salaried plus industry culture.
Mostly yes.
You get people selling off companies or several depreciated rental properties, and they get hit with the tax and can’t get out of it.
There are some circumstances that they can manipulate though. When the stock market crashed in 2008, people sold off at enormous realized losses, sat on the cash for thirty days to avoid the wash rule, and bought right back in at the same low prices.
That created years worth of carried over losses that enabled them to recognize capital gains at zero tax.
It’s a reasonably common strategy called loss harvesting.
Certain flavors of stock options appear to be tax free at time of sale, but this is because the initial grant was deemed W-2 wages and was taxed when it was issued at ordinary income rates.
It’s been years since I’ve eaten food away from my desk. And God forbid I should forget to bring food and need to run downstairs for sixteen seconds to purchase something. That’s truly one of the seven deadly sins.
I actually miss the old Mexican brick weed from thirty years ago. It could give you a headache, but otherwise, the high it produced of everything being hilarious doesn’t seem to exist anymore. Modern weed pretty much makes me instantly catatonic.
Further, I don’t know if it’s age, but a single bong rip will send me into violent fits of coughing that frequently render me running outside to puke.
I’ve stopped smoking entirely in favor of edibles due to the coughing thing. The edibles still knock me the hell out. I don’t know how the younger set wakes and bakes and carries on with their day with the modern stuff.
The entire scam of unlimited PTO is that the company doesn’t have to pay out any unused time when you leave.
It certainly doesn’t increase the time off you get while still at the company. Studies show people take less time when it’s unlimited.
Fucking Adobe PDF is becoming damn near unusable because of this. Frustrating because I absolutely have to use it all day every day.
I believe that’s the European Union free trade zone for bidets and electric kettles. Metric cash only, please.
I don’t know. Some people who experience abuse and escape it become far worse abusers when they’re in position to do so.
Wizardry was great. I’ll never understand how I lived in one of those ultra religious eighties homes that wouldn’t let me play D&D but wizardry, Ultima, and bards tale were just fine.
I mean to tell you that I’m that regular. Once in the morning and I’m done until tomorrow.
And yes, I wash my body every single day. Are you telling me the paragon of asshole cleanliness that is Europeans doesn’t?
God Europeans are so eager so shit on all of us. Is it the orange monkey we elected? Is that what did it?
I know Europe loves to shit all over the US on this topic.
Unless I’m sick, well over 95% of my poops take place immediately before I shower. I don’t really see how this is any different.
Also in Texas because twenty years ago, my beloved wife HAD to have a house and there was no way in hell that was happening in California.
Today the wife is gone, the house is gone, the dogs are dead, and the daughter is grown and living in a far away civilized state that respects her right to exist.
And I’m still here. I pretty much don’t leave the house anymore except to go to work and get groceries. So very, very tired of everything here, but no viable way out in the foreseeable future.
To the laughy emoji, I think a Harris/Vance administration would be a lot funnier except that the assassination attempts to get Vance in there would probably occur daily.
I used to work at a place where several partners were members of this church. The open disdain directed toward me for not being a churchgoer and the ostracization the occurred were a significant factor of my decision to leave.
After I left, one of the partners harassed me for several years via phone calls, text messages, and hand written letters mailed to my home trying to get me to turn my heathen ways around.
One of those letters said something asking the lines that while I had chosen eternal damnation for myself, I owed an opportunity of salvation to my daughter, so I needed to bring her to this church.
I don’t remember how many years this continued, but it finally stopped.
The hell is the matter with these people?
And the synthesizers in the eighties were nothing like moogs
Irrelevant I guess. I was casually reliving a memory from when I was a child, but there’s always got to be a pedant to further solidify my general withdrawal from society because I’m clearly not satisfactorily intelligent enough for it.