If you’ve ever suspected that cops have quotas, and are directed who to roust and farm for fines, consider your worst suspicions confirmed. Naturally, it’s NYPD. Naturally, it’s racist.
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All the unbuffered error messages
If you’ve ever suspected that cops have quotas, and are directed who to roust and farm for fines, consider your worst suspicions confirmed. Naturally, it’s NYPD. Naturally, it’s racist.
We are assured that the human soul is a simple substance; but if the soul is such a simple substance, it ought to be the same in all the individuals of the human race, who all ought to have the same intellectual faculties; however, this is not the case; men differ as much in qualities of mind as in the features of the face.
At one company where I worked, we had a few deliberately stupid conversational games that we would sometimes play, just to fill silence.
I’ve been getting a creeping sensation about this for a while, now, and I’m not at all surprised that other commentators are noticing, too.
This is how I made the scabbard/storage sheath for the letter opener. [stderr] I cheated.
Stop the presses!
Imagine you have a friend who wants to stick their tongue in a light socket. You tell them, “bad idea. It’ll hurt and that’s not necessary if you want to learn about electricity.”
This is one of those Trump real estate deals: The Japanese Government buys an island and lets the US Navy have it.
When you’re a blogger, you wind up collecting ideas and sitting them on a shelf, “use this one if you need a hook to talk about art” or “oh, look, cops lying again!” This posting is going to give me a chance to dredge out a bit of wonderfulness that I should have shared with you all a lot sooner.
I’m a big fan of cooperative computer games, but I’m not inclined to join guilds (aside from the Fuel Rats, but that was kind of an odd situation). So what do you do when your friends start playing Call of Duty?