Badabinski

My partner and I have this thing where we ask each other if we are the other person’s x, where x is something ridiculous, cute, grotesque, or profane. For example, I once asked my partner if I was her gutter-bloated corpse, to which she, of course, answered in the affirmative.

I’ll soon find out if I am actually a tasselled wobbegong carpet shark in the eyes of my partner.

As an aside, I asked the corpse thing after reading this delightful line from one of my very favorite books:

“Body found floating by the docks,” Glokta breathed, “bloated by seawater and horribly mutilated… far… far beyond recognition.”

Yeah, I’ve been wondering how the fuck they pulled this off. If it turns out that the only pagers that exploded belonged to Hezbollah members, then that would signal to me that this was done entirely digitally.

I’ve heard that batteries (can’t remember if it was laptop or phone batteries) contain the energy of a small grenade, but getting it to release that energy all at once without physical access is absolutely fucking wild and has serious fucking implications for device security.

the ability to write to busy executable files

Thank god, this has been such a pain in the ass for SO LONG.

Let me provide my interpretation. Kamala Harris was naturally born, so she was made by a woman, hence the whole “woman-made destruction” comment. Trump was excreted out of a sewer-blocking fatberg that was impregnated after someone foolishly ejaculated down a storm drain.

Fuck man, I’ve only been awake for an hour and I’m already pissed off about this shithead. Time to take a break.

Don’t forget fully automated!

I love that this is how I learned Biden is from Delaware.