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Cake day: November 7th, 2024

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  • I used to work in an email heavy industry, so people who don’t use email or more specifically what I call “threading” right.

    Changing the topic (so that the discussion no longer relates to the subject line), replying to add someone in without reattaching the relevant attached files, not using redirect email functionality, including screenshots that either lack relevant information due to poor cropping or forces the recipient into retyping its contents by hand all make email super annoying to deal with. And what’s with being expected to confirm you received each and every email? Ever heard of read receipts?

    Also, people who don’t read error messages. As a web developer (or more broadly “computer person”) I cannot count how many times someone has sent me a picture of an error asking me what to do. 90% of the time the error itself tells you exactly what to do. Why do I need to read it for you?




  • I grew up in a hunting family and I’ve been hunting several times in my life thank you very much. The variety of game I was force fed growing up tasted like shit too.

    I won’t pretend to know the right answer for population control (there’s a whole debate about it and I acknowledge my ignorance on the subject), but my theory is why bother? I don’t need to kill a bunch of animals to survive so I won’t.

    You acknowledge factory farming is pretty cursed, but it wouldn’t surprise me if I found out you’re still buying up meat products whether it be in stores, restaurants or elsewhere.


  • “The people I raise are well taken care of and have a happy life ‘til I cart them off to the gas chamber.”

    I’m sure I’ll get something like “well pigs aren’t people” — so because they’re not human it’s totally okay and humane to fucking kill them because god forbid we stop eating bacon we so utterly/obviously/clearly don’t need to survive.

    How about this: maybe let’s not kill animals if it’s not absolutely necessary for our survival.


  • Myself, not that I did something so beyond recognition but I think about where I am now a lot.

    I was a very naïve, somewhat sheltered Midwestern kid to a 17 year old mother who married (someone else) happily when I was just six months old. In elementary school and into middle school I was never popular and kind of chunky. I’ve always been a computer geek and started making websites when I was around 10 (I was bored a lot).

    Heading into high school I made tons of friends in different groups. I had friends in the “drug crowd” but wasn’t into drugs myself. I graduated early only to go into working in fast food and never could finish college.

    In my 20s I got really into weed and drinking and I had a friend who inherited a ton of money and long story short, we moved to Los Angeles. Tons of partying and lots of hard drugs later, we moved back but I came back alone two years later with nothing more than a backpack, computer monitor and $800.

    10+ years later, I don’t party nor take drugs and have a rather boring life as a web application developer after ~5 years in warehouse jobs.

    I’m generally very happy, but I’m very frustrated with the world after having lived in a big city now for almost half my life and having not been raised knowing how exactly the world works — if took me much, much longer to get where I am than those optimistic 90s teachers had me believe it would. Some days I daydream and wish I could go back to those wild days living it up, taking a couple mollies and not having a single a care in the world.