coconspirators

It’s okay to keep the hyphen in there. It’s more readable, and also it’s once again a word.

The longer the rubes hold on to this pipe dream that the dems

That’s how far I got before I could hear the aluminium hat.

Vigilantism is so cool. Then we become adults and join society.

Army.

Because basic training.

Like 3x3 and close to none for 4. It was insane and I’m surprised I lived.

(They’ll tell you the DS isn’t allowed to mess with your sleep, and they told us that on day one as well. Just so we knew that they weren’t messing with it. )

They’re gonna need a report from a gender specialist and a clear set of credentials confirming their ability to definitely decide 100.0% make or 100.0% female.

Let’s learn stuff.

Think about opening the fridge and pointlessly looking to boredom eat, then remember I shouldn’t open the fridge and let the cold escape because the power is off. Repeat.

ADHD, power outages, and a fridge. That’s how that goes.

Beauty news – they do prioritize well, at least. My work group (remote) still has a peer out in Sooke with issues, but that’s a lot of greenspace and loooong cables. CobbleHill just came up as well. Islander communities will be out the longest, but the BCHydro map will get rid of most of those measles by day’s end I think. I think they’re doing well in a bad situation, but I have the luxury of saying so in comfort, so Grain of Salt and all.

Yeah. Only ever tip in cash and in person. The suave 20-in-the-handshake looks cool but it’s risky.

As a server, tips for me were huge.

But that’s for a role that’s a bit more involved than fillings gas or pouring coffee. The waiter’s our agent at the restaurant, fighting with (armed!) kitchen staff always on the verge of a breakdown, rejecting shit product and passing along tips for good stuff, etc.

I’m tipping drivers if the toppings aren’t slid to one side. I’m tipping my cabbie. I’m tipping my barber as he does a lot with very little.

But I’m not tipping people where there’s little interaction or judgement for me specifically. My bus driver, the flight attendant, the pilot, the gate agent, the carny operator, the pet food guy, my grocer, my pharmacist. No weasel no grease.

And if it’s forced it’ll be the last. That’s it. I’m still boycotting restaurants because they couldn’t abide by the regional health officers instructions on masking. I can do this.

Having said that, minimum wage is the minimum. Enough of this bullshit where tipped staff makes less base pay.

Seems arbitrary, as a date. Deport everyone whose ancestors immigrated. That’s the ‘first’ nations, too.

Bush was bad enough with his drink-driving conviction. Trump’s sentencing would confirm his conviction and actually mean he can’t enter many countries, including even Canada.

… which I would love to see, to be clear.

So … Fraud? Interstate fraud if PayPal is in CA? For sex worker money, which is still taboo?

Fraud, then?

The area out here on Canada’s west coast is tricky to power, and expensive; and we’re as far from our nation’s capitol as Tehran is from Berlin, with I imagine similar feelings of disconnect. It’s a lot of overhead power-lines, nestled in among beautiful, thick, tall trees that really catch the wind during winter storms like the one now (go see on windy.com!). Those wires come down, maybe start a fire in the forest for the lulz, and teams of people in their trucks and cranes repair the breakage. It’s planned and operated as well as our flatlander conservative opposition will permit (the cruelty to plebes is the point).

It should be noted that one of the biggest projects for power in this metro is the remediation of overhead power lines to underground cabling running alongside water and sewer service, much as Germany has done. It’s trickier to fix, and thieves keep stealing it for the copper, but every time the ground was opened for any significant pipe work, our hydro-electricity supplier was there to use its access and string new cabling alongside whatever else was going in. Wiring that last-hectometer has been a challenge with the WWI-era homes, but even trenching up to a bungalow and running the cable up the side - so ghetto - gives us something unlikely to put people like Otter in the dark for so long.

But long-range power connection is still via strings of thick cabling up on the steel - or often wooden - poles, for long trunk-lines into the wilderness (so pretty!, and see how long that line runs), same as Germany will do. Then it’s just the cost of accessing the transmission line to safely get there and fix it. With the vast distances they’re traversing, breakage is both more likely and also more expensive to fix.

I’m in a new section of the metro, and the power infrastructure is solid aside from the blip and blinks caused by construction - for new buildings and for upgrades - in the area. It’s been solid, so far, and 30 min drive probably from Otter’s house could get her to mine. So the upgrades are happening, but it’s slow, costly, and stymied at every stage.

Alas, generators.

Out by RCH here. Nary a blip. You good?

The audience can’t seem to differentiate commas from; well, every other punctuating mark. What are you hoping to achieve, here?

deviceveness

Deviousness? It’s what autocorrect suggested the moment I started typing the word.

More the hammer of Justine.

Justine is a sophomore.

That’s another reason why they’re kinda dead now. Closeted apps they have to maintain just to keep that garden walled, and it was a cost they decided they also didn’t want to spend.

1. Your aunt may be a tween with her first phone. I lost brain cells reading that and I’m sorry you had to as well.

2. Are you saying 9 hours is a long time or a short time? For reference, when I almost lost my arm, family an hour away didn’t come visit. This was before the iPhone, so no FaceTime either. It was okay.

3. Live a life you can love. You only get 80-odd years on this planet without a lot of extra work, so be the happiest you that you can be.