Wearing my shirt, I AM ANTIFA
In Sequim, WA, I was out with 1000 pissed old guys/gals.
I sang the 2019 folk song "The Liar Tweets Tonight" by Christine Lavin and The Callithumpians to about 2/3 of them. Resist.
Officer snowflake can you please tell the court how embarrassed you were when people were playing this on their stereos when they pulled up next to you on the street?
Officer Dicus, can you please tell the court why are you think the lyrics describing marital infidelity apply to you?
Officer Smilie, can you please tell the court how often you were so depressed that you drank alcohol?
The county has told the sheriff quit or be fired. He is announced he is going to work for some other department. My place in the pool is $500,000 civil judgment for first amendment violation I mean come on if you stacked the case law single line printed it would be 12 feet tall.
I think the FBI and the Secret Service busted an NSA or CIA setup. And just like the Trumpy version of the three-letter groups, someone decided to trumpet it as a massive stop of a nefarious nation-state before asking around.
We have met the nation state, and it is us.
Hey, the judge actually answers the phone. I informed him of his new name, and how much money I will be donating to whoever runs against him next time.
My guess is the lawyer realized he fucked up, and the judge just double down.
https://www.abc4.com/news/national/ap-mississippi-city-drops-lawsuit-over-newspaper-editorial-that-judge-ordered-removed/
Apple 2110
What a dream. And once again, I was a droid. My boss, Andrew, said, grab your shit, we're going to put down a rebellion. A rebellion, I asked, What, where? Well, it's not a rebellion but more of a civil war because there are two sides. You might think that we would do this virtually, but no, almost all executives at Apple do everything F2F. This is because the glasses have an absolute ton of apps that will wrap whoever you are talking to in whatever body you want them to be in. And they have no idea. So you could be talking to your boss, trying to stifle your laughter, and your boss’s face is mapped onto a panda body. Or even worse, a Henti tentacle is trying to get in their mouth. Yeah, Apple gave up on PG around 2045.
Apple corporate was still in a ship, but the ship was on the moon. Apple owns 1/24 of the surface of the moon. You know that treaty that said every country in the world had a piece of the moon? Well, when a company comes to you and says, Want to swap your national debt for your piece of the moon, it turns out 24 out of 200+ countries said, Hell yeah! So we are on the ship in the upper right of the Sea of Tranquility. Apple moved here in 2082. Just after the Google-Apple wars started. It only takes a couple of VP assassinations to get the picture. Google acquired its own South American country and remember its mission statement used to say, do no evil? Well, now it’s more like, Yeah, we do evil.
An aside (Microsoft did not feature in this dream; I don't know why. If it was the Cascadia fault, earthquake, and the following Seattle tsunami, I don't know, but they were MIA)
I was working in software on one of the dev teams. We stepped outside and put on our shoes because his office is a shoeless space. Andrew was an Executive Vice President, and I was just a Manage-droid in the division of the coders of FootOs. As we put on our Apple shoes, they booted up and gave us the ready-to-go beep. Yeah, Apple was the ultimate wearable company. They gave up on the driverless car and soon after went in another direction, creating the Apple glasses, Apple shoes, and the Steve shirts. For the shoes, like every other product, you can start with a basic 2-motor pair, and then you can upgrade the firmware and the number of motors. So you're basically wearing these tiny EVs wrapped around your feet. There are racing events using overclocked and overpowered ones, but most of us go with the standard 40 miles an hour four motor upgrade. Let me tell ya, on the moon’s gravity, it is hella fun. Forty miles an hour is dangerous, but these days, with your Apple helmet and the bodysuit, 40 miles an hour is pretty safe. Besides, you can get a broken femur fixed overnight.
Not even looking back, Andrew said we'll take the spin to the OS section. Now, the moon ship was a lot like the Cupertino ship, but you could do things up here you couldn't even dream of doing down on Earth, so “the spin” is a track on the upper side of the windows that goes all the way around the building and every 20° or so there a curved entrance and exit pathway. So you get up speed, you hit the curved entrance pathway, then like a bobsled, it takes you up to the track on the vertical windows, so you are honking around with centripetal force holding you against the windows. With a kick-ass view at your feet. Yeah, it is full-on nerd rollerball. So we go about 60° around the spin and angle off on the Number six down spin exit. We decelerate to inter-office speed, then come up to the doors of the FootOS group. No more badging in because our glasses ID us to the doors. After the horrible experience with the enormous headwear, Apple went the way of embedded eyewear, but a couple of corneal explosions ended that experiment. Nowadays, it is all glasses, either in the Trek Jordi style or the full-on black 90s nerd style. The advantage of the Apple shoes is that they are the CPU for your glasses. Apple could never figure out how to get enough battery power or CPU cycles in something that anyone would wear on their head, so the shoes are the CPU, and they are encrypted tight beamed to your glasses. This way, you have more than enough power to do damn near anything. These days, the glasses are running at about 10,000 apps, and the shoes are about 150.
The doors swish open, and we walk into the main cubicle section, which has about 65 cubes. Like he said, it looked like a Civil War. About 60% of the group was on the left side, and the rest were on the right. They were shouting at each other, cussing and swearing, and saying things I had no clue about. So Andrew walks up to the main wooden Apple table. It's about 15 feet long, 300 lbs. He takes hold of it and throws it end over end against the wall. No big deal. This IS the moon, remember? (I should fill you in on the current physicality of the upper Apple management. Most of them are serious body modders as are a lot of humans these days. So you have these guys that look like Big Steve if Steve looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Oh, I forgot to mention there are almost no clothes worn on the ship except for the occasional Apple helmet and high-speed bodysuit. Think skintight and tiny.)
So. The desk shut everybody up. He said, What the fuck is wrong with you guys, so two of the leads came forward from each side, and it turns out that they were fighting about forking the OS into a left and right foot version. I could not believe it. Andrew said, Listen to me very carefully. There will be no forks. There will be no left and right OS. There will be one. One OS for the shoe. If I hear any more of this bullshit, that person will be leaving in a Google pod within an hour. The murmuring went silent. Now, I need to explain what a Google pod is. Anybody who was fired is put in a pod, and it is fired back at Earth, where presumably the person can be hired by Google. It is a single-person reentry vehicle that is very safe, and nobody has ever died. But trust me, you don't want to leave the ship in a Google pod. Any family remaining behind is sent back in the standard fashion.
Andrew turned around and rolled out. I looked around and said, OK, everybody kiss and make up, get back to work. I don't need to tell you that corporate will be deep-searching your emails looking for the words left foot and right foot, so you better have the context correct. There was some mumbling as one of the more impressive modders put the desk back. I looked at the forearm of my Steve Shirt, saw it was time for lunch, and thought café Mac pizza.
This happens at least five times a day in the United States. Hell 5 to 8 cops every month are charged with child sex crimes. Except September 2019 the number hit 20.
This is what you do when the officer says he smells marijuana and of course you have none in the vehicle you ask him to delineate does he smell burned marijuana as in a cigarette? Green marijuana as in packaged for sale? Or perhaps something else like the smell of processed marijuana like hashish, and you tell him that he will be asked the same questions in the deposition for the civil rights suit. If he finds no marijuana, you have to challenge the officers ability to lie.
I worked Apple Marketing IT for years. Apple 2110
50% of this was a dream. And once again, I was a droid. My boss, Andrew, said, grab your shit, we're going to put down a rebellion. A rebellion, I asked, where? Well, not a rebellion but more of a civil war because there are two sides. You might think that we would do this virtually, but no, almost all executives at Apple do everything F2F. This is because the glasses have an absolute ton of apps that will wrap whoever you are talking to in whatever body you want them to be in. And they have no idea. So you could be talking to your boss trying to stifle your laughter and your bosses face is mapped onto a panda body. Or even worse, a Henti tentacle is trying to get in their mouth. Yeah, Apple gave up on PG around 2045.
Now, Apple corporate was still in a ship, but the ship was on the moon. Apple owned 1/24 of the surface of the moon. You know that treaty that said every country in the world had a piece of the moon? Well, when a company comes to you and says, Want to swap your national debt for your piece of the moon, it turns out 27 out of 200+ countries said, Hell yeah! So we are in the ship in the upper right of the Sea of Tranquility. Apple moved here in 2082. Just after the Google-Apple wars started. It only takes a couple of VP assassinations to get the picture. Google acquired its own South American country and remember its mission statement used to say, do no evil? Well now it's more like, Yeah we do evil.
An aside (Microsoft did not feature in this dream; I don't know why. If it was the Cascadia fault, earthquake, and the following Seattle tsunami, I don't know, but they were MIA)
I was working in software on one of the dev teams. We stepped outside and put on our shoes because his office is a shoeless space. Andrew was an Executive Vice President, and I was just a Manage-droid in the division of the coders of FootOs. As we put on our Apple shoes, they booted up and gave us the ready-to-go beep. Yeah, Apple was the ultimate wearable company. They gave up on the driverless car and soon after went in another direction, creating the Apple glasses, Apple shoes, and the Steve shirts. For the shoes, like every other product, you can start with a basic 2-motor pair, and then you can upgrade the firmware and the number of motors. So you're basically wearing these tiny Teslas wrapped around your feet. There are racing events using overclocked and overpowered ones, but most of us go with the standard 40 miles an hour four motor upgrade. Let me tell ya, on the moon’s gravity, it is hella fun. 40 miles an hour is dangerous, but these days, with your Apple helmet and the bodysuit, 40 miles an hour is pretty safe, besides, you can get a broken femur fixed overnight.
Not even looking back, Andrew said we'll take the spin to the OS section. Now, the moon ship was a lot like the Cupertino building, but you could do things up here you couldn't even dream of doing down on Earth, so “the spin” is a track on the upper side of the windows that goes all the way around the building and every 20° or so there a curved entrance and exit pathway. So you get up speed, you hit the curved entrance pathway, then like a bobsled, it takes you up to the track that is vertical on the windows, so you are honking around with centrifugal force holding you against the windows. With a kick-ass view at your feet. Yeah, it is full-on nerd rollerball. So we go about 60° around the spin and angle off on the Number six down spin exit. We decelerate to inter-office speed, then come up to the doors of the FootOS group. No more badging in because our glasses ID us to the doors. After the horrible experience, with the enormous headwear, Apple went away of embedded eyewear, but a couple of corneal explosions ended that experiment. Nowadays, it is all glasses, either in the Trek Jordi style or the full-on black Elon Musk style. The advantage of the Apple shoes is that they are the CPU for your glasses. Apple could never figure out how to get enough battery power or CPU cycles in something that anyone would wear on their head, so the shoes are the CPU, and they are encrypted tight beamed to your glasses. This way, you have more than enough power to do damn near anything. These days, the glasses are running at about 10,000 apps, and the shoes are about 150.
The doors swish open, and we walk into the main cubicle section, which has about 65 cubes. Like he said, it looked like a Civil War. About 60% of the group was on the left side, and the rest were on the right, and they were literally shouting at each other, cussing and swearing and saying things that I had no clue about. So Andrew walks up to the main wooden Apple table. It's about 15 feet long, and 300 lbs. He takes hold of it and throws it end over end against the wall. No big deal. This IS the moon, remember? (I should fill you in on the current physicality of the upper Apple management. Most of them are serious body modders as are a lot of humans these days. So you have these guys that look like Big Steve(a really big guy in Apple IT support) if Steve looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Oh, I forgot to mention there are almost no clothes worn on the ship except for the occasional Apple helmet and high-speed bodysuit. Think skintight and tiny.)
So. The desk shut everybody up. He said, What the fuck is wrong with you guys, so, two of the leads came forward from each side, and it turns out that they were fighting about forking the OS into a left and right foot version. I could not believe it. Andrew said, Listen to me very carefully. There will be no forks. There will be no left and right OS. There will be one. One OS for the shoe. If I hear any more of this bullshit, that person will be leaving in a Google pod within an hour. The murmuring went silent. Now, I need to explain what a Google pod is. Anybody who was fired is put in a pod, and it is fired back at Earth, where presumably the person can be hired by Google. It is a single-person reentry vehicle that is very safe, and nobody has ever died. But trust me, you don't want to leave the ship in a Google pod. Any family remaining behind is sent back in the standard fashion.
Andrew turned around and rolled out. I looked around and said, OK, everybody kiss and make up, get back to work. I don't need to tell you that corporate will be deep-searching your emails looking for the words left foot and right foot, so you better have the context correct. There was some mumbling as one of the more impressive modders put the desk back. I looked at the forearm of my Steve Shirt, saw it was time for lunch, and thought café Mac pizza.
Dick moves
The town is now world wide famous and eggplant costumes are proliferating at the city hall. Pretty sure FIRE is sniffing this one out.
Yup
Wearing my shirt, I AM ANTIFA In Sequim, WA, I was out with 1000 pissed old guys/gals. I sang the 2019 folk song "The Liar Tweets Tonight" by Christine Lavin and The Callithumpians to about 2/3 of them. Resist.
yeah
Named in the tort suit also.
My place in the pool
Is $1.2 million. Even I could litigate this suit. Body cams are so good for showing the bad behaviour.
The whole truth, and nothing but the truth
Officer snowflake can you please tell the court how embarrassed you were when people were playing this on their stereos when they pulled up next to you on the street? Officer Dicus, can you please tell the court why are you think the lyrics describing marital infidelity apply to you? Officer Smilie, can you please tell the court how often you were so depressed that you drank alcohol?
Hahahah
Trumpie hit me for $235 for a boating instrument made in China and purchased in Canada. Twice tarriffed. FedEx billed me I ignored it.
Work around.
Ride your bike to the protest.
From The, this will not end well file...
The county has told the sheriff quit or be fired. He is announced he is going to work for some other department. My place in the pool is $500,000 civil judgment for first amendment violation I mean come on if you stacked the case law single line printed it would be 12 feet tall.
You don't arrest
Members of the NSA or CIA
Oh please
I think the FBI and the Secret Service busted an NSA or CIA setup. And just like the Trumpy version of the three-letter groups, someone decided to trumpet it as a massive stop of a nefarious nation-state before asking around. We have met the nation state, and it is us.
Reimagined
I give it three months before a huge hack exposes millions of people's videos, and police departments have requested warrantless video.
ICE bullshit
When we get to Congress and the Senate back and perhaps have a democratic president, we will find these assholes and fuck them up.
Prior restraint
Hey, the judge actually answers the phone. I informed him of his new name, and how much money I will be donating to whoever runs against him next time.
hahahah
My guess is the lawyer realized he fucked up, and the judge just double down. https://www.abc4.com/news/national/ap-mississippi-city-drops-lawsuit-over-newspaper-editorial-that-judge-ordered-removed/
Vision Pro headset dream
Apple 2110 What a dream. And once again, I was a droid. My boss, Andrew, said, grab your shit, we're going to put down a rebellion. A rebellion, I asked, What, where? Well, it's not a rebellion but more of a civil war because there are two sides. You might think that we would do this virtually, but no, almost all executives at Apple do everything F2F. This is because the glasses have an absolute ton of apps that will wrap whoever you are talking to in whatever body you want them to be in. And they have no idea. So you could be talking to your boss, trying to stifle your laughter, and your boss’s face is mapped onto a panda body. Or even worse, a Henti tentacle is trying to get in their mouth. Yeah, Apple gave up on PG around 2045. Apple corporate was still in a ship, but the ship was on the moon. Apple owns 1/24 of the surface of the moon. You know that treaty that said every country in the world had a piece of the moon? Well, when a company comes to you and says, Want to swap your national debt for your piece of the moon, it turns out 24 out of 200+ countries said, Hell yeah! So we are on the ship in the upper right of the Sea of Tranquility. Apple moved here in 2082. Just after the Google-Apple wars started. It only takes a couple of VP assassinations to get the picture. Google acquired its own South American country and remember its mission statement used to say, do no evil? Well, now it’s more like, Yeah, we do evil. An aside (Microsoft did not feature in this dream; I don't know why. If it was the Cascadia fault, earthquake, and the following Seattle tsunami, I don't know, but they were MIA) I was working in software on one of the dev teams. We stepped outside and put on our shoes because his office is a shoeless space. Andrew was an Executive Vice President, and I was just a Manage-droid in the division of the coders of FootOs. As we put on our Apple shoes, they booted up and gave us the ready-to-go beep. Yeah, Apple was the ultimate wearable company. They gave up on the driverless car and soon after went in another direction, creating the Apple glasses, Apple shoes, and the Steve shirts. For the shoes, like every other product, you can start with a basic 2-motor pair, and then you can upgrade the firmware and the number of motors. So you're basically wearing these tiny EVs wrapped around your feet. There are racing events using overclocked and overpowered ones, but most of us go with the standard 40 miles an hour four motor upgrade. Let me tell ya, on the moon’s gravity, it is hella fun. Forty miles an hour is dangerous, but these days, with your Apple helmet and the bodysuit, 40 miles an hour is pretty safe. Besides, you can get a broken femur fixed overnight. Not even looking back, Andrew said we'll take the spin to the OS section. Now, the moon ship was a lot like the Cupertino ship, but you could do things up here you couldn't even dream of doing down on Earth, so “the spin” is a track on the upper side of the windows that goes all the way around the building and every 20° or so there a curved entrance and exit pathway. So you get up speed, you hit the curved entrance pathway, then like a bobsled, it takes you up to the track on the vertical windows, so you are honking around with centripetal force holding you against the windows. With a kick-ass view at your feet. Yeah, it is full-on nerd rollerball. So we go about 60° around the spin and angle off on the Number six down spin exit. We decelerate to inter-office speed, then come up to the doors of the FootOS group. No more badging in because our glasses ID us to the doors. After the horrible experience with the enormous headwear, Apple went the way of embedded eyewear, but a couple of corneal explosions ended that experiment. Nowadays, it is all glasses, either in the Trek Jordi style or the full-on black 90s nerd style. The advantage of the Apple shoes is that they are the CPU for your glasses. Apple could never figure out how to get enough battery power or CPU cycles in something that anyone would wear on their head, so the shoes are the CPU, and they are encrypted tight beamed to your glasses. This way, you have more than enough power to do damn near anything. These days, the glasses are running at about 10,000 apps, and the shoes are about 150. The doors swish open, and we walk into the main cubicle section, which has about 65 cubes. Like he said, it looked like a Civil War. About 60% of the group was on the left side, and the rest were on the right. They were shouting at each other, cussing and swearing, and saying things I had no clue about. So Andrew walks up to the main wooden Apple table. It's about 15 feet long, 300 lbs. He takes hold of it and throws it end over end against the wall. No big deal. This IS the moon, remember? (I should fill you in on the current physicality of the upper Apple management. Most of them are serious body modders as are a lot of humans these days. So you have these guys that look like Big Steve if Steve looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Oh, I forgot to mention there are almost no clothes worn on the ship except for the occasional Apple helmet and high-speed bodysuit. Think skintight and tiny.) So. The desk shut everybody up. He said, What the fuck is wrong with you guys, so two of the leads came forward from each side, and it turns out that they were fighting about forking the OS into a left and right foot version. I could not believe it. Andrew said, Listen to me very carefully. There will be no forks. There will be no left and right OS. There will be one. One OS for the shoe. If I hear any more of this bullshit, that person will be leaving in a Google pod within an hour. The murmuring went silent. Now, I need to explain what a Google pod is. Anybody who was fired is put in a pod, and it is fired back at Earth, where presumably the person can be hired by Google. It is a single-person reentry vehicle that is very safe, and nobody has ever died. But trust me, you don't want to leave the ship in a Google pod. Any family remaining behind is sent back in the standard fashion. Andrew turned around and rolled out. I looked around and said, OK, everybody kiss and make up, get back to work. I don't need to tell you that corporate will be deep-searching your emails looking for the words left foot and right foot, so you better have the context correct. There was some mumbling as one of the more impressive modders put the desk back. I looked at the forearm of my Steve Shirt, saw it was time for lunch, and thought café Mac pizza.
No surprise here
This happens at least five times a day in the United States. Hell 5 to 8 cops every month are charged with child sex crimes. Except September 2019 the number hit 20.
Civil suit
This is what you do when the officer says he smells marijuana and of course you have none in the vehicle you ask him to delineate does he smell burned marijuana as in a cigarette? Green marijuana as in packaged for sale? Or perhaps something else like the smell of processed marijuana like hashish, and you tell him that he will be asked the same questions in the deposition for the civil rights suit. If he finds no marijuana, you have to challenge the officers ability to lie.
Well, that Will work out well
I'm guessing the amount of hacking targeting the government of New Jersey is going to go through the roof.
I had this dream about six weeks ago.
I worked Apple Marketing IT for years. Apple 2110 50% of this was a dream. And once again, I was a droid. My boss, Andrew, said, grab your shit, we're going to put down a rebellion. A rebellion, I asked, where? Well, not a rebellion but more of a civil war because there are two sides. You might think that we would do this virtually, but no, almost all executives at Apple do everything F2F. This is because the glasses have an absolute ton of apps that will wrap whoever you are talking to in whatever body you want them to be in. And they have no idea. So you could be talking to your boss trying to stifle your laughter and your bosses face is mapped onto a panda body. Or even worse, a Henti tentacle is trying to get in their mouth. Yeah, Apple gave up on PG around 2045. Now, Apple corporate was still in a ship, but the ship was on the moon. Apple owned 1/24 of the surface of the moon. You know that treaty that said every country in the world had a piece of the moon? Well, when a company comes to you and says, Want to swap your national debt for your piece of the moon, it turns out 27 out of 200+ countries said, Hell yeah! So we are in the ship in the upper right of the Sea of Tranquility. Apple moved here in 2082. Just after the Google-Apple wars started. It only takes a couple of VP assassinations to get the picture. Google acquired its own South American country and remember its mission statement used to say, do no evil? Well now it's more like, Yeah we do evil. An aside (Microsoft did not feature in this dream; I don't know why. If it was the Cascadia fault, earthquake, and the following Seattle tsunami, I don't know, but they were MIA) I was working in software on one of the dev teams. We stepped outside and put on our shoes because his office is a shoeless space. Andrew was an Executive Vice President, and I was just a Manage-droid in the division of the coders of FootOs. As we put on our Apple shoes, they booted up and gave us the ready-to-go beep. Yeah, Apple was the ultimate wearable company. They gave up on the driverless car and soon after went in another direction, creating the Apple glasses, Apple shoes, and the Steve shirts. For the shoes, like every other product, you can start with a basic 2-motor pair, and then you can upgrade the firmware and the number of motors. So you're basically wearing these tiny Teslas wrapped around your feet. There are racing events using overclocked and overpowered ones, but most of us go with the standard 40 miles an hour four motor upgrade. Let me tell ya, on the moon’s gravity, it is hella fun. 40 miles an hour is dangerous, but these days, with your Apple helmet and the bodysuit, 40 miles an hour is pretty safe, besides, you can get a broken femur fixed overnight. Not even looking back, Andrew said we'll take the spin to the OS section. Now, the moon ship was a lot like the Cupertino building, but you could do things up here you couldn't even dream of doing down on Earth, so “the spin” is a track on the upper side of the windows that goes all the way around the building and every 20° or so there a curved entrance and exit pathway. So you get up speed, you hit the curved entrance pathway, then like a bobsled, it takes you up to the track that is vertical on the windows, so you are honking around with centrifugal force holding you against the windows. With a kick-ass view at your feet. Yeah, it is full-on nerd rollerball. So we go about 60° around the spin and angle off on the Number six down spin exit. We decelerate to inter-office speed, then come up to the doors of the FootOS group. No more badging in because our glasses ID us to the doors. After the horrible experience, with the enormous headwear, Apple went away of embedded eyewear, but a couple of corneal explosions ended that experiment. Nowadays, it is all glasses, either in the Trek Jordi style or the full-on black Elon Musk style. The advantage of the Apple shoes is that they are the CPU for your glasses. Apple could never figure out how to get enough battery power or CPU cycles in something that anyone would wear on their head, so the shoes are the CPU, and they are encrypted tight beamed to your glasses. This way, you have more than enough power to do damn near anything. These days, the glasses are running at about 10,000 apps, and the shoes are about 150. The doors swish open, and we walk into the main cubicle section, which has about 65 cubes. Like he said, it looked like a Civil War. About 60% of the group was on the left side, and the rest were on the right, and they were literally shouting at each other, cussing and swearing and saying things that I had no clue about. So Andrew walks up to the main wooden Apple table. It's about 15 feet long, and 300 lbs. He takes hold of it and throws it end over end against the wall. No big deal. This IS the moon, remember? (I should fill you in on the current physicality of the upper Apple management. Most of them are serious body modders as are a lot of humans these days. So you have these guys that look like Big Steve(a really big guy in Apple IT support) if Steve looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Oh, I forgot to mention there are almost no clothes worn on the ship except for the occasional Apple helmet and high-speed bodysuit. Think skintight and tiny.) So. The desk shut everybody up. He said, What the fuck is wrong with you guys, so, two of the leads came forward from each side, and it turns out that they were fighting about forking the OS into a left and right foot version. I could not believe it. Andrew said, Listen to me very carefully. There will be no forks. There will be no left and right OS. There will be one. One OS for the shoe. If I hear any more of this bullshit, that person will be leaving in a Google pod within an hour. The murmuring went silent. Now, I need to explain what a Google pod is. Anybody who was fired is put in a pod, and it is fired back at Earth, where presumably the person can be hired by Google. It is a single-person reentry vehicle that is very safe, and nobody has ever died. But trust me, you don't want to leave the ship in a Google pod. Any family remaining behind is sent back in the standard fashion. Andrew turned around and rolled out. I looked around and said, OK, everybody kiss and make up, get back to work. I don't need to tell you that corporate will be deep-searching your emails looking for the words left foot and right foot, so you better have the context correct. There was some mumbling as one of the more impressive modders put the desk back. I looked at the forearm of my Steve Shirt, saw it was time for lunch, and thought café Mac pizza.
Call my congressman
I actually spoke to a congressional aid, and he was quite taken aback so my comments are being passed on. I have all three of them on speed dial.