I like code.
I was visiting Ukraine for work for about a month. Me and my coworker found ourselves at a country bar… Bit weird. We were wasted. Dudes have ar 15s out front as bouncers. Too many drinks led to a five alarm fire in my bowels. The weird fish early on didn’t help I’m sure. Found a stall just in time. Unload. No toilet paper. I wiped with the local currency. I’m so ashamed to this day. This was around 2019. I’m a shit american.
I’m puting a hot poker in each of my eyes. Jesus.
Unholy Confessions In My Ass
I love you already. Favorite authors? Ray Bradbury and Arthur C Clark.
Old ass musty smelling paperback. 50’s and old racist 60’s sci-fi books smell best. I have a problem.
I was a manager. It made me a bastard. I went back to coding.
Hate the player not the game.
You better hope your sweet candy ass you have lasagna reserves on hand.
We are witnessing a hate crime.
TRS 80 sans disk drive. My school library and local library had BASIC programs in the books. I’m now a SR Software Engineer. Wild. My first phone couldn’t even text… Whatever it was.
Are you me?
Tandy… Kings Quest. So good. California Games. I miss how simple life used to be.
In the immortal words of NOFX clams have feelings too.
Welp time to watch The Never Ending Story. Falcor 🫀
sudo apt-get purge java* good lord what a simple thing to avoid. I was pretty green at work during the time :(
But I love potato salad. It’s delicious.
I was in a punk band when I was younger. We were mid set in a shitty bar. My amp started to spaz out. Like cutting in and out every few min. This old dude jumped on stage and kicked it really hard. Patted me on the back, handed me a shot, and jumped down (all mid song). Never had a problem with that amp again. Used it for years after. Old punk rocker magic. Nothing to laugh at.r