He probably would walk 500 km.
And 500 more.
And I would walk quickly somewhere to find some clothes.
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May I forward this? That's pretty much Impus Major's entire Sunday "therapy" group. (They pay him to teach neurodivergent kids how to recognize social cues from others, and I'm pretty sure tabletop RPGs are involved.)
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Not opposed, but I imagine the time difference will be a bear to negotiate.
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So, to absolutely no one's surprise, Las Vegas isn't my cup of tea. I don't drink, gamble, nor carouse, and I don't like late nights, so I'm definitely not in their wheelhouse. But the reasons I misliked it were quite different:
(1) Transportation: We intentionally chose the Venezian because it was about dead center on the strip. The entire strip is only 4.2 miles long, so we were thinking we'd be able to walk almost everywhere we wanted to go. But no, the casinos go out of their way to make walking difficult and confusing, and the everyday highs of 107-109°F were so punishing that we ended up taking cabs everywhere we went. Even our ghost walk at 9:00 pm was in 103°F darkness. And completely out of Las Vegas' control, a California wildfire rendered the atmosphere so smoky it was nigh-unbreathable; I was constantly taking allergy meds and my inhaler just to be able to breathe. But even without the weather and the smoke, the strip is not designed for walking. And that really bothered me. It's only 4 miles long! I'd like to be able to walk the length and see everything. But it's fundamentally designed to be driven.
(2) People: Surprisingly, the visitors to Las Vegas weren't particularly annoying; I was expecting a bunch of drunken, loud, belligerent people who only came to Vegas to cause trouble and then use, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," as an excuse for their misbehavior. But to my astonishment, on the entire trip I only encountered one truly obnoxious visitor, and he was only obnoxious because we were on the ghost tour with him and as soon as he heard we were from California he decided he hated us. It's hard to imagine going through life being so hateful, but not my problem. But the retailers were another matter entirely. So, on the West Coast you walk into/past a store and the person working there will strike up a conversation. "Where are you from? How are you liking Vegas? Did you have any questions? OK, well, let me know if you need anything." And that's it. There are no pressure tactics, nor psychological manipulation other than, "I'm going to be sociable with you so you'll be more inclined to buy from me and you'll feel guilty if we hit it off so well and then you leave without buying anything." It's amazingly effective. My impression is that what the Vegas salespeople were doing was East Coast B.S. They start out by complimenting you. "Oh, what's it say on your shirt? I love it!" Then comes the insult. "But that eye makeup just isn't working for you. Come in here and let me fix it for you."
And if you refuse, they get even more belligerent and awful. Just a great big high-pressure, "The more you resist, the more they call you a loser for not buying their products."
Not our cup of tea, so we ended up not buying anything from any of them.
So not the reasons I thought I'd mislike Vegas, but no one was in the least bit surprised that I did.
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So Val and Hermione have taken to calling each other Pietro and Wanda, which is creepy but kinda cute, but they're doing it in a faux clipped British (not Cockney at least, thank the gods) accent, which is just wrong.
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A heavy faux Eastern European accent might be better, or, perhaps, very much worse.
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Half-squid, half-snail, all full of consumed glyphs, sigils, and symbols...
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And today, after well over a decade of heavy use, we're saying goodbye to Roku forever.
Why?
Because unlike every other phone, PC, or streaming player, Roku decided to keep Crunchyroll subscriptions proprietary; to watch Crunchyroll on a Roku device you have to subscribe to the Roku channel and purchase Crunchyroll as an add-on to it. For every other device you own, you can get a straight-up Crunchyroll subscription from Crunchyroll itself and play Crunchyroll anywhere.
You're already making me pay a monthly subscription fee for everything I watch; don't you dare try to dictate where I can watch it. Especially if your primary existence is as a hardware manufacturing and your streaming business should be only a secondary source of revenue.
/tirade
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In lighter news, the Planet Kibbeh races are proceeding apace; Fluffy (Lenore) continues to lead the pack at 8.75 pounds, but she's getting a bit tubby so we're watching her diet and trying to slow her gain a bit to let her body catch up with her weight. Blacky (Meatball) faces no such issues; at 8.04 pounds he's a mass of solid muscle and is going to be one h*** of an intimidating cat when he's fully-grown, because he's easily going to break 10 pounds of well-muscled terror. Stripey (Morrigan) finally broke 5 pounds, and I think that's all we can ask of her; she is a bitty little thing.
After nearly fifteen years of two 7-pound cats, it's going to be a bit disturbing to have two 10+-pounders; hope the furniture can handle it.
So Val and Hermione have taken to calling each other Pietro and Wanda, which is creepy but kinda cute, but they're doing it in a faux clipped British (not Cockney at least, thank the gods) accent, which is just wrong.
If possible I would give them the associated powers. I'm sure their parents wouldn't find that problematic in the least.
I had been dreading coming in to work tonight, which is nothing new, but specifically because it was one of the newbies' first solo shift. She is the one who, last week, worked with the girl who was quitting and they didn't do any laundry on 2 days. And we were sold out yesterday. So, I was really worried that I would come in and there would be a massive amount of laundry, all of it untouched. Yet, I was pleasantly surprised. She had everything washed and dried, and all but about half a load folded. That took me less than 5 minutes to finish. So she really kicked ass today.
Well finally some good news!
Let's make the water turn black!
Let's make the water turn black!
You have got to stop whispering such sexy things into my ears.
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In training at headquarters for the week. Sitting in 2 hours of traffic last night (in a commute that would take 40 minutes if the roads were clear), I realized just how inimical the commuting model is:
(1) Cities make themselves dependent on tax revenues generated by workers commuting in and spending money on parking, food, gas, etc.
(2) Cities grant tax breaks to corporations for filling their buildings with said workers.
(3) Corporations force workers to commute to the city, need or relevance be damned.
There's absolutely no reason this training couldn't be remote; we're in such a large room that we're watching the presentations on our laptops on Zoom anyway, and the breakout teams are groups of people who already work together. So we're here because Global Megacorporation gets a tax break from the city for forcing us to be here. Sitting in a line of tens of thousands of cars spewing who-knows-how-much pollution into the air, burning finite resources, and costing individual human beings tens of thousands of hours, I was... displeased with the entire model.