Did you know that Dipper’s real name is Mason and, canonically, Pacifica Northwest has his phone number?

And I think “making eggs” is a joke about having kinds in a way.

In my case, when I’m cooking for my cartoon-obsessed kid, she knows she’s not supposed to go anywhere but also realizes she has a captive audience.

Bog People.

In fairness to the one dude, gold would have been super useful.

Nobody wants that Two-Buck Chuck “Queen Consort” bullshit! Queen Regnant or GTFO!

Right now I just get lectured about Gravity Falls when I make eggs.

Could be worse.

Kiddo doesn’t seem to give a shit about conforming, so I just completely stopped trying to track down and remember dress up days. If one of them has percolated into my brain some other way, I’ll offer her something on theme if it’s clean, but fuck putting effort into it.

The line must be drawn here! This far, and no further!

Man, I don’t know what it is, but I absolutely detest this song. There’s nothing objectively wrong with it, just some slightly schlocky 80s pop with a nice-enough “I will survive” kinda vibe to the lyrics. Not really my thing, but you do you, Whamaholics. Or at least, that’s how I think I should feel.

Something about the specific combination of arrangement, lyrics, particularly the lightly Christmasfied aspect to tie into giving away your heart, and George Michael’s falsetto, it just drives me up a fuckin’ wall. I genuinely prefer the Mariah Carey song, though it’s a close thing.

Maybe it’s US only? I dunno.

In the US, in high school, and increasingly in lower grades, you can pay for a book that you get at the end of the year that has a headshot of every student and teacher, group photos of all the student organization, summaries of the sports teams’ seasons, nostalgic musings, and various other miscellany. In high school, one of the student organizations is the yearbook staff.

Traditionally, you will all spend some time signing the inside covers of your classmates’ books with inside jokes, inspiring messages, etc. In the long ago, people who kinda liked you might even put their phone number in it.

It used to be a thing in colleges and universities as well, and maybe still is at some, but it’s no longer a traditional part of the experience, probably due to being associated so closely with high school.

Here are some.

Nah, it’s got that extra flat butt and long overhang with the basket thing on the back of the turret. The news report also said it’s a Paladin, though this video is also showing off midsize-market local American news, so I wouldn’t have trusted it on its own.

Here you go.

South Carolina in September. Low-slung trailer got stuck at the crossing and the driver skedaddled right before the impact. Also, ever so sadly, it doesn’t officially count as a tank, only self-propelled artillery.

Even apart from the whole “descent into a Christo-fascist nightmare” thing, which some might argue is the real issue, I suppose, the post-Trump GOP is also going to be so incredibly cringe as a bunch of angry Poli-Sci nerds of varying personal commitment to their awful positions clumsily try to replicate Trump’s brand, which for all of its literal lying and ignorance, rings true to who he is as a person and genuinely taps into the ugly id of many people.

Also, unless I’m seriously overestimating the novelty wrapping paper industry’s commitment to inclusivity, I’m not buying that they couldn’t find anybody willing to make the wrapping paper. Almost guarantee the staffers reached out to a few campaign-merch middlemen who work with Republicans, got told no, and then gave up and told their asshole boss it couldn’t be done.

Poor Schwartz.

Sounds like a middle management role at a property management company, managing teams that will do some combination of developing new software, procuring outside software, configuring software, doing shit with integrations including rolling in whatever clusterfuck of legacy systems and data any corporate acquisitions would bring in, and providing tech support under Service Level Agreements. My first impression is that the packages in questions would probably be about some combination of rent pricing, market analysis, maintenance ticketing, and contract lifecycle management.

Frankly, it sounds awful. 🤣 The word soup could also be partly that they’ve already identified internal candidates but have a corporate requirement to post publicly.

There are things they actually care about enough to throw out your resume on pre-screen though. That’s de facto required for that particular job.

I have always appreciated the listings that divide the list between the “must haves,” even soft ones (e.g. 4yr degree, knowledge of X tool, Y years of experience, solid communication skills), and “our ideal candidate will have most of the following” (e.g. Y+3 years of experience, prior role in management, knowledge of Z regulation).

I’ve been to Galveston. This tracks.

That’s a pole. Polio is a porridge-like dish made from maize. Not grits, the other one.

A horse is a horse, of course, of course…

Okay, I think at some point we’re talking past each other more than to each other. You are clearly much more invested than I am in the relative truth claims, categorization, and internal consistency of various bronze-age mythologies and their propagandized descendants.

You’re drawing bright lines in places that I don’t find particularly interesting as a non-believer more interested in secular history than apologetic theology. Still, I suspect the bright lines are very important in that context. If you would like to claim this one as a win, please feel free. Have a lovely weekend!