"gee I wonder how I will transfer this information reliably across long distances"
the trustworthy telecommunications dish:
those days where your entire train of thought is just “I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS I CAN’T DO THIS I’M NOT GONNA MAKE IT PLEASE HELP ME” and whole time ur just like. sitting at your desk completely fine
they call me the problem ignorer for reasons that i know but dont feel like addressing right now
assignmence
when ever I start hearing the horns of the apocalypse I just say out loud to myself "the tumpet. bwaaa" and it makes me feel better every time
careful listening to music in the fall it might become a memory
*looks at books* too tired for you *looks at films* too tired for you *looks at art supplies* too tired for you *eyes fall on tumblr* oho ho
This remains, to me, the most poignant Les Misérables quote
disgusted with the service i was offered today. i went to the linux distro store asking them to show me a straight one and they simply were baffled saying stupid things like "ma'am this is not a physical space how did you do this" and "ma'am in order to get here you have to have made several incorrect assumptions about not only linux but also the nature of reality" "ma'am where am i" "ma'am there's no such thing as a linux store" and most infuriating of all "what the fuck do you mean a straight one". So unprofessional!