Random Thoughts • 2018

By toku Go To Poststill cant upload an avatar bless up

By toku Go To Poststill cant upload an avatar bless up

By Smokey Go To PostI've used LastPass for years. If a breach hits a site, click a button to generate a new 30+ character pw, save, and keep it moving.

By FortuneFaded Go To PostI'm in Ohio. Why am I in Ohio?

By FortuneFaded Go To PostI'm in Ohio. Why am I in Ohio?

By Phoenix RISING Go To Post"Rihanna slays at Crop Over Festival" is trending on my Twitter feed.

What I learned: she has breast implants now.

Also trending on Twitter: The Bachelorette Finale:

https://twitter.com/demiisqueenaf/status/894757153151500288

https://twitter.com/kiwihug/status/894759245899456512

https://twitter.com/katrina3511/status/894889879032799232

Also:

http://www.citypages.com/arts/what-does-it-mean-when-black-women-go-from-being-invisible-to-being-a-token/438584673

http://www.npr.org/2017/05/23/529705257/the-bachelorette-may-have-a-black-star-but-its-still-set-in-a-white-world

http://www.theroot.com/don-t-bet-on-black-the-bachelorette-may-disappoint-you-1795476792 <—-and read the comments on this one.

Literally spent two hours trying to get caught up on all this. I knew LAST YEAR that there was going to be a black bachelorette, but immediately stopped paying attention afterward.

By domino Go To Postso i guess she picked the wrong white dude?

im surprised BET or VH1 haven't cooked up their own black bachelorette series.

hell VH1 already knows how to do the show from all those Flavor of Love joints.

The Libertarian Dream:

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

By Phoenix RISING Go To PostCopy & pasted from FB.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

By HasphatsAnts Go To Postwhat did psy post?

By flinbad the flailer Go To PostMy coworker yesterday slipped off a ladder on the job - 20 feet onto his head and into a haemorrhage. A kind, funny, quirky man is today a corpse. We're such fragile bundles of molecules twirling out to entropy and oblivion.

By flinbad the flailer Go To PostMy coworker yesterday slipped off a ladder on the job - 20 feet onto his head and into a haemorrhage. A kind, funny, quirky man is today a corpse. We're such fragile bundles of molecules twirling out to entropy and oblivion.

By flinbad the flailer Go To PostMy coworker yesterday slipped off a ladder on the job - 20 feet onto his head and into a haemorrhage. A kind, funny, quirky man is today a corpse. We're such fragile bundles of molecules twirling out to entropy and oblivion.

By Hitch Go To PostI fell off of Serial hard around episode 4 or 5

Can't quite remember, but the further it went into conjecture the less interested I was

By flinbad the flailer Go To PostMy coworker yesterday slipped off a ladder on the job - 20 feet onto his head and into a haemorrhage. A kind, funny, quirky man is today a corpse. We're such fragile bundles of molecules twirling out to entropy and oblivion.

By s y Go To PostIirc all the houses were the same except slytherin was bad

By s y Go To PostIirc all the houses were the same except slytherin was bad