Every October I re-read it and get more than a little furious at how unfairly good Bradbury was pic.twitter.com/XPMTEa0yIP

— B. Bolander (@BBolander) October 30, 2019

Yeah. I almost can’t read Bradbury anymore because everything is so rich and dense with metaphor and allusion that it’s like drinking a milkshake from a firehose. It’s good but damn does it arrive a bit too quickly.

I once wanted to write like Bradbury. I still sort of do, but I’d dial it back from furious technicolor phantasmagoria to a more muted eastmancolor feel.

Heard metal-scraping outside my window and then

Holy shit

So yeah I called for an ambulance pic.twitter.com/c717ZofaSZ

— Mason 🏃🏻✂️ (@webdevMason) October 30, 2019

That’s a Ford F150, probably around a 2012 and likely an XLT 4D Crew Cab model variant, judging by its length. Probably took corner too quickly and flipped. High center of gravity.

How do I know what model it is? Ford spare tire and the fog lights, and the part of the bumper I can see. Only Ford ever had that fog light/bumper combo that I know of.

liberals love contracts man. everything is contracts. like half of 50 shades of grey (gray?) per the film is just about negotiating a contract https://t.co/UpyFzelaUd

— pumpkin spice liz bruenig (@ebruenig) October 29, 2019

This is something I’ve been thinking about in relation to the liberal tendency to prudishness, fake “protection from harm” excuse-making, and algorithmic matchmaking.

My guess as to where all this is going is that in-person-originated dating will be looked at as assault or near-assault, most dates will be chaperoned, clothing norms will be much stricter, especially for women, and that all dating will be contractual. We’re creating a surveillance-based, fearful world. Why would it not go this way? What’s to stop it? I can’t see anything standing in the way.

So, I just took charge of a problem between another operating company and a vendor, where I’m not really involved at all, but I got frustrated watching a slow-motion wreck.

I have to burn my hand on the stove to learn not to touch hot things I guess. I’m such an idiot.

— SwiftOnSecurity (@SwiftOnSecurity) October 30, 2019

I’ve done this before and I always regret it, but can’t seem to help myself. It’s just painful watching people flail around incompetently, screwing everything up. Then you are always on the hook for supporting whatever you fixed even if it has nothing at all to do with you.

Always a mistake. Wish I could stop making it.

Jeffrey Epstein’s Autopsy ‘Points to Homicide,’ Not Suicide, Pathologist Claims.

You don’t say! Now it’s time for centrists to lecture about how everything was perfectly normal, a man that dozens of billionaires wanted dead had every chance of making it to testify against all of them at trial.

I’m old enough to remember when you hit the Print Screen key, that your printer spooled up and started printing whatever was on your display.

Them days, they was different.