

When your employees tell you who they are, listen.
Stupid enough to offend 70% of your customers.
I don’t read DMs.


When your employees tell you who they are, listen.
Stupid enough to offend 70% of your customers.


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Fuckin’ door is inside out.


Right. With prescription lenses the perv glasses are north of $500. If you need to perv and you can’t afford another pair, then you just need to wear the perv glasses all the time.


Narrator: It doesn’t work.


Money/power corrupts.
If you’ve had a taste of power at work, say in middle management, you probably know what I mean. Imagine that 1000X stronger. Hand almost anyone a billion dollars, and they’ll quickly lose their compassion and empathy.
You’re not immune, you just don’t have access.


You made it even worse.
Bravo.


If you actually paid $420 for 32GB of RAM, I’d call the police.
I hate this. It’s a machine, playing at some sort of humanity doesn’t calm me, it creeps me the fuck out.
I sincerely don’t know how people “talk” to these things, much less fall in love with them? WTF?


It would be very private. I’d be the sole participant.


What it says in the ad.
You know.
Swallow loads.
Writing fiction is so much fun.
When you start writing, you’re in control, but about 1/3 of the way through a longer story, the characters start taking over and leading the way, to the point that if you’re not careful, they’ll lead you astray from the story you want to write, and they’ll start writing their own story--which may or may not be a better story. If you’ve never experienced this, it’s surprising the first time it happens.