suspended from a yardarm, I hope.  : )

most popular and highest rising... yeah, that’s me

I thought it was 1. : )

Stalin lived to 73. oh the waiting...he couldn’t have died too soon. The murdering prick.

If I want a NY tune, I can find it... elsewhere, lots of elsewheres. So fuck the whole lot of them, Young included.

this

How can you be so disrespectful of New Jersey?? or any part of it??... You’re probably from ****ing Brooklyn. Nothing but haters there.

I came here to talk trash, got beaten to it... by everybody. ;)

They want appreciators of the theater.

Apple is the new AOL.  : )

As is my Note 9. I know, not the same, but close.

it’s semen. They want a blowjob.

making castles in the sky. quit doing that.

Those books hold more history than the stuff put out by the big heads. They’re like those coffee table books that were such a thing in late 19th- early 20th century. If I were a historian or archeologist, I’d want to see them, not the scholarly shit, not the white papers, where slices of life are rarely to be found.

I was able to turn off the nag, as well as toggle off the auto system update thingy in dev options. I forget what it’s actually called, but my hope is that these measures will keep that sonofabiching Android 12 off my phone.

“...Update the software on your Android phone...”

Tell that to my Pixel 3a when I put Android 12 on it. Aesthetically, imo, the change was bad enough, but the gummy bloat was the worst, how it turned my phone into something exasperatingly sluggish.

This did not constitute and update, but a virus attack.

I have heard this is because a fobia bypasses all logic, all good sound sane reasons, the way an addiction does. It takes its case elsewhere, to the nutjob committee that lives in everyone’s brain.

I think you’re wrong.

Loading zone. And the jerkoffs who park their big fat suv asses in it when it says CLEARLY not to do so, and that fines will be levied on first and repeat offenders alike. You are scum and I hate you. I hope there are special hotseats in Hell for you. I’ve hoped for worse things, but I’m in a better mood today.

Your phone is listening even when it’s:

turned off
out of battery
smashed to bits
melted to a noxious soup

There’s no escape, folks. We own you.