And the synthesizers in the eighties were nothing like moogs

Irrelevant I guess. I was casually reliving a memory from when I was a child, but there’s always got to be a pedant to further solidify my general withdrawal from society because I’m clearly not satisfactorily intelligent enough for it.

They existed and were more of a new wave instrument at the time, but not heavily used in rock like that.

I was unaware of Brownsville Station when I was eleven.

Sorry to have failed your class professor.

We couldn’t all be Jack Black in high fidelity at that age.

I believe I was in sixth grade when that album came out.

First of all, it used a whole lot of synthesizers, which were pretty new technology at the time, and I felt like I was living in the future when I heard it.

As to the album cover, it somehow didn’t register with my that it was a baby smoking.

Rather, it made me think of teenagers smoking in the high school bathroom.

Motley Crue’s Smokin in the Boys Room came out a year later, so I don’t think that influenced my mental image.

Combination of being salaried plus industry culture.

It’s been years since I’ve eaten food away from my desk. And God forbid I should forget to bring food and need to run downstairs for sixteen seconds to purchase something. That’s truly one of the seven deadly sins.

I remember when Facebook was solely for college students. Now it seems to have a three denture minimum.

She died first

Can’t really get a solid grasp of the place via search. Can you explain?

There was a gay bar not to far from me that used to do drag queen bingo brunch, so this doesn’t seem too far off a stretch, though I’d suspect our delightful Texas State government would find reason to criminalize it were somebody to try doing it here.

I never got around to going to the drag queen bingo brunch, so I don’t know if it was for cash. Knowing how Texas works, it was probably for low value prizes.

Edit: Those crazy Canadians were playing erotic bingo fourteen years ago.

No. No it does not.

Yeah mine was 1980. Didn’t know they kept it in that long!

I remember when I was a kid, the Guinness book of world records had an entry for most cigarettes smoked at once. There was a picture of a guy with a whole bunch of cigarettes stuffed in his mouth smoking them. Great reading material for kids back then.

Eighty not eight. I didn’t even typo that.

I’m curious where this is. They won’t even arrest you solely on possession in most of Texas anymore. Now it’s mostly used as an add-on to other charges to make the plea bargain less favorable.

I recently deleted my LinkedIn for two reasons:

1. Endless horseshit recruiters coming at me with bullshit jobs

2. I come from a large firm. LinkedIn became what I would describe as occupational hubris as I would see partners from there making prideful post after post about increasing the toxicity of the place in words that made them sound all wise and stuff

I would further see many posts about young people abandoning pursuit of the profession and there being a dire shortage of entry level recruits. Responses to these posts always address lowering the educational and certification requirements, but never address the reality of working eighty hours a week, getting shat on, berated, and dehumanized the entire time for about sixty grand a year with maybe a five to ten percent chance of moving up to the real money.

Fuck all of them right in the eyeball with the white hot barbed penis of Satan himself.

Every once in a while, I’ll drive by that building. When I do, I open up the sun roof and throw them a Bronx salute out the roof as I pass by. I know somebody actually saw me do it because word got back to me about it. Petty I know, but satisfying nonetheless.

I make maybe one third of what I could if I had stuck it out, but I still make plenty to live on, and that increase would require me to be somebody I refuse to become.

Is this how fan death was invented?

Are you asserting that nobody should ever have any preferences? Do you meet your own standard?

OP didn’t say he’s throwing women out of bed for having piercings. He expressed a preference for them not to.

I prefer dark hair. Sometimes it’s red or blonde or blue.

I prefer pubic hair. Sometimes it’s there, sometimes it’s not.

I prefer a few extra pounds. Sometimes those pounds aren’t there. Sometimes a few extra is more like a lot extra.

In no example above did I shut down the interaction, nor did I experience any less pleasure.

But I still have preferences. That’s all they are though.

Pretty sure I was born to create value for the shareholders.