

Thank you. Now I need a job.
Thank you. Now I need a job.
I did. Left the U.S. with my daughter on January 20th, arrived here on January 21st.
Or, you know, the thousands of other languages that existed.
Sorry, distilling everything indigenous down to the Cherokee is a pet peeve of mine.
Still the same guy, but the Firesign Theater suggested decades ago that the country be called Vespucciland.
And yeah, we name everything else after people’s last names.
Very telling that you put convenience on the same level as safety.
Yeah, this feels like a courtesy thing. I just didn’t expect it.
(And only just now noticed after switching three weeks ago since this was the first time I had to delete anything in all that time.)
Even Disney knows no one gives a shit about Dick Tracy.
I hadn’t read that before. That’s great, I love it!
I felt the same way when I got a smartwatch! And then I thought, “my god I’m old.”
Considering he has a reputation of being an extremely petty person, that wouldn’t shock me. But it also wouldn’t shock me if he thought everyone loved Dick Tracy because he’s Warren Beatty and what Warren Beatty loves, everyone loves. It’s just that those bastard producers just don’t get it that every kid in America is glued to their newspaper every morning reading the adventures of Dick Tracy.
I wouldn’t be so sure he does. There’s a good reason a lot of people suspect Carly Simon’s You’re So Vain was written about him.
I think he just has a weird “dress up like Dick Tracy” kink.
Yep, it’s super weird. No one gives a shit about Dick Tracy anymore. And I even liked the Dick Tracy movie. Also, even if they did, no one is going to want to see an 87-year-old Dick Tracy.
Fleming noted that in Dracula, Stoker worked in subtle sexual references to serve as metaphors for “…deeper, dark concepts: the idea of an antichrist, the blood-sucking serving as a compelling, hellish inversion of communion. Makt Myrkranna, conversely, could have had the subtitle Lust in a Cape”.[21] In Makt Myrkranna, Harker has an obsession with breasts as he speaks frequently of the “bosom” of various women he encounters in Transylvania.[21]
Shouldn’t you have known I was such a victim? I thought you knew all this stuff about me! You mean you actually don’t know about me? I’m so confused!
Oh. We’re already friends? I thought you asked me if we wanted to be. I guess we are. Which is weird, because I didn’t think my friends were people who insulted me and declared what I thought even though I was sure that wasn’t in any way what I thought.
In fact, I always thought my friends were nice and kind people who respected others enough to let them speak for themselves and didn’t run around lobbing insults.
But what do I know about my friends? It’s not like I’ve ever met them.
I’m fairly certain I like my friends, but I guess not if you’re one of them.
Sorry, I cannot answer any questions about what I want. That’s for you to declare about me.
Weird, the version of Sync I have used allows you to easily avoid that just by clicking on the most recent comment link. But then I do not have this superior version you use.
No, I have dual US/UK citizenship (until Trump decides to revoke my US citizenship, which wouldn’t shock me). But I need to find a job paying at least £29,000 a year so my daughter can stay on a family visa. She’s currently only here on a 6 month visitor visa. My wife is also still in the US and won’t be coming over until I secure it.