“Who here wants to be an ad-man?”
“Who here wants to be a fire engine?”— Crazy People, anticipating the 21st Century
Another day, another idiot Tesla driver:
The driver of the Tesla told police his car’s Autopilot feature had been activated and he was not facing forward – he was checking on his dog in the back seat, according to the state police’s Facebook post.
This assclown hit a parked police cruiser that had its hazard lights on.
First line of a UPI health story:
Roughly of all deaths worldwide are caused by inflammation-related diseases.
Well, that certainly narrows it down.
Foolishness during my college years really messed up my credit rating. It didn’t help that they kept confusing my records with my father (same first name and middle initial, and of course overlapping home addresses), who had been through several bankruptcies. In fact, when I moved to California in 1993, I had trouble getting an apartment; I had to point out to the landlord that the Sears charge card listed under the bankruptcy was older than I was.
Things have improved over the years, in both income and personal habits. Enough for this:
My 2011 Camry Hybrid is holding up nicely at 230,000+ miles, but it’s nice to know that if I needed a new car, they’d give me the good rates. My only major planned expense for next year is Japan in March, and we’ve already paid for the hotels and tickets. If the new MacBook Pro keyboard design holds up, and Catalina eventually makes it out of beta, I may invest in a new laptop (with Mojave running in a virtual for my legacy 32-bit software).
(and, yes, everyone reports this differently; there are apparently half a dozen different versions of FICO in use, with about a 25-point spread)
I hadn’t noticed the Pixiv tag 安産型 (literally “easy-childbirth type”, idiomatically “child-bearing hips”), until I added the pic of the BotW version of Zelda to my recent musing on the topic of reintegrating into society after life as a deranged murderhobo. (related: 1, 2)
The challenge with this set is not just linking to Houtengeki. 😄
My town is in the news again, for a sadly familiar reason:
I can’t wait to see if they blame this on wild boar pooping in the lettuce fields again. Because that was hilarious.
Finally you get one right!
I was looking over the shop list at Shibuya Parco (note: I really hate sites that give a “language option” button that just forwards the page through an automatic translator), and noticed a pub with an interesting name: 真さか, which can be read as both “real booze” and “as if!”.
Sadly, clicking on the link reveals the ugly truth:
“This is a lemon sour, vegan gyoza, and vegan kara-age shop.”
Not only no, but hell no.
I was also sad to discover that the Candy Stripper shop is not for men.
On the bright side, they’ve got a Condomania, which is always good for tourist pictures.
Not bothering to read this one, just snarking the obvious:
I had to stop rolling my eyes at the whole pointless “hour of code” nonsense a few years ago, fearing they might get stuck that way. Most kids don’t need to “learn to code”. Neither do most adults. All of them need some basic math, statistics, home-ec, problem-solving, and logic skills, but then there’d be no Democrats, so that can’t happen.