Our software is bullshit, our literary essays are too long, the good editors all quit or got fired, hardly anyone is experimenting with form in a way that wakes me up, the IDEs haven't caught up with the 1970s, the R&D budgets are weak, the little zines are badly edited, the tweets are poor, the short stories make no sense, people still care too much about magazines, the Facebook posts are nightmares, LinkedIn has ruined capitalism, and the big tech companies that have arisen are exhausting, lumbering gold-thirsty kraken that swim around with sour looks on their face wondering why we won't just give them all our gold and save the time. With every flap of their terrible fins they squash another good idea in the interest of consolidating pablum into a single database, the better to jam it down our mental baby duck feeding tubes in order to make even more of the cognitive paté that Silicon Valley is at pains to proclaim a delicacy. Social media is veal calves being served tasty veal.
When the reference material for your costume is a ransomware execution flow from @malwareunicorn. Scary indeed! Happy Halloween, Twitter! pic.twitter.com/XMWf8CPPLX
I understand direction confusion, especially in cities with tall buildings. That does me in. I have to pick one landmark that I am confident in knowing where it is, and that's my point of reference. If I can't see that landmark then I'm lost.
One of the cottontails who live in our yard developed head tilt today, and she was so frantic and panicky I couldn't just leave her like that, so I called animal control to ask for directions to a wildlife rehab center or something, but they came and picked her up and took her there themselves. (The animal control in our city is really, really good.)
It's probably kind of silly, because bunnies are prey animals and all, and because it's not like I'm even vegetarian or anything, either, but that bunny was really suffering, so it was that or put her out of her misery, and I picked that.
But last night, one of our friends who was over for dinner was telling about how she (or a friend of hers? I was in another room for part of the story) found an injured squirrel and called an Uber to take it to a wildlife vet, so I am only the second craziest.
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liv since she's not here to defend herself.
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