erin-p.bsky.social
Pure of heart, fleet of foot, smart of ass, trans of gender. Vulcan in the streets, Romulan in the sheets, Klingon in the skeets. Posting a song I like every day until I get bored and stop.
NOTICE: I ain’t no follaback girl.
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Man, I wish my father was still around. He was a longtime New Mexico resident, active in politics in the 70s and 80s, a historian in his later years, and seemed to know everyone in the state. I would love to find out what he knew about these guys.
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Ohhhhh, man. I wish I hadn’t just finished eating a big meal when I saw this.
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I don’t fuckin’ CARE!!!!
Sorry. Somebody had to say it.
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That’s a rather roundabout way of going about things, yes?
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Jesus, as you say, Christ.
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Eight percent, nine percent, ten percent HIKE!!!
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Just in general I really think "the wealthy want access to economically desperate young women who they can coerce into sex" is underrated as both an explanation for Why The Rich Are Like This and a persuasive argument to working class people for rallying against them.
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How many employers of undocumented workers have been arrested?
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captain beefheart didn't sell many records, but everyone who bought one formed the worst fucking band you've ever heard in your life
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Awwww, shucks!
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After the trip, my dad would let me keep them. I still have them!
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I seem to recall her fetching them from a big cabinet? Anyway, she’d put them in order, mark them up with the highlighter and the “SEE INSIDE” stamp for when we were going off of the major routes, put on the front and back covers, that little binding clippy thingy, and voilà! Triptik!
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I used to accompany my father on his AAA pre-trip preparation jaunts, so I got to see the whole Triptik process unfold. First, he’d tell the agent what our travel plans were, and she’d draw the route with highlighter on a road map of the US. Then, she’d figure out which Triptik pages we needed.
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If you burn down a forest, you don't miss out on lumber for just that season. You have to replant all the trees, nurture them, and wait for them to grow.
The science and research budget cuts happening now are wanton, senseless arson. Recovery, if it ever happens, will take generations.
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It’s like they say: You graduate high school thinking you know everything. As an undergrad, you learn that you do not in fact know everything. Working towards your master’s, you learn that you know nothing at all. And eventually, you learn that nobody else does either; that’s when you earn your PhD.
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They didn’t kick him out of the band; he was “deleted due to malfunction”, or so they claimed.
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Peel this sucker OUT!!!!
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If the sun’s expansion into a red giant is really what Musk is concerned about, he should be pushing to colonize Triton.
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The Supreme Court looooooooves regulatory agency deference… but only for Republican executives.
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Every back room operator dreams of winning the trust of an empty suit politician who will adopt all of their horrible plans. But the problem is there is no such thing as an empty suit, because stupidity isn't just the absence of intelligence, it is a separate and substantial thing.
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And I replied, “Oh, you sweet… child.”
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Strangely enough, that’s often what “waste” looks like in the government, too.
(I spent 15 years as a DoD civilian. I’ve seen some shit.)