Just some dude.
See, the problem with all of these ideas is that they’re at odds with the billionaires’ vision that you slave away in servitude to them, while their imaginary worth line goes up to infinity.
It’s really nothing more complex than that. And, as soon as the non-billionaire conservatives—your neighbors, your coworkers, the people you pass by every day—wake up and understand that they’re covered by that vision, too, the sooner things get better for all of us.
I’m getting strong Hide the Pain Harold vibes.…
You know, I don’t actually know. Have been conditioned to avoid using them that I don’t even think about them.
Oh, I acknowledge that.
However, there are two things I get hung up on. One, can’t pay by check—Costco doesn’t accept checks. And, two, the traditional no-limits cards are generally Amex, which they don’t accept—only Visa.
So, yes, while nothing else you said was wrong per se, I’m still left to ponder just how the transaction would go down.
I know everyone’s general focus is on the cost of the thing and how ridiculous it seems, completely ignoring that it’s a Scotch that was aged longer than the overwhelming majority of us—me included—have been alive, and that there are some people for whom that taste is very much worth it.
Me, I’ve wrangled with exactly how you’re meant to pay for the thing and walk out the door with it. Am I bringing $27K—plus tax—worth of cash—three straps of hundos?—to Costco and having the cashier count it? Do I get pulled into the manager’s office instead? Or, do I put this on my Costco Citi Visa? Will they decline it, even if I have the credit limit? Can I sub in another Visa, since that’s all they take? Do I get walked out the door, or do I get a receipt for the checker to sharpie a line through?
The first time I encountered this, it scared the shit out of me. Only by rationally eliminating possibilities was I able to calmly dig in, learn about the Epley Maneuver, and get some relief.
It still pops up on occasion, but a couple of rounds of the Maneuver and I’m usually back to normal.
It’s one of those movies that I put on for giggles one boring evening many moons ago, and spent the whole time going “what the fuck?”
Came to add Buckaroo Banzai myself. How that didn’t make the list beggars belief…
We are in his debt. He showed great courage.
This year’s? We can’t even make it through this sprint’s roadmap without a deviation.
Bonus points if it’s C-suite crashing the sprint.
I’ll pick the Stegosaurus… but only because the Triceratops is conspicuously absent from this chart.
(Secret fighter menu?)
With how well the “every accusation is a confession” adage seems to hold up, I’m pretty darned sure that lizard people are real at this point.
Divorce? People have been murdered for less…
Joke aside, it’s definitely Breezewood.
I’ve been passing through that location for the last 30+ years, and there are unmistakable signs in this picture. It’s a very old one though, as most of these businesses are no longer there.
For me, that, but with “Now Procreate!”
That’s something I think I’d like to use, but I don’t know if could get over the fact that neither the date nor the time are in ISO 8601 format.
I’m a pretty emotional dude. I tear up at a lot of things, happy and sad. But, there are very few things in this life that have caused me to totally break down, ugly crying. The ending to “To the Moon” is one of them. Too visceral a reminder of saying goodbye to people I’ve loved very much.
Yay! I can finally afford a hous-… and Blackrock just bought it out from underneath me…