To borrow a phrase from Steve Hofstetter, I’ve never flown a helicopter, but if I saw one in a tree, I could still be like “dude fucked up.”

I love coming just in the nick of time

pergnat

and if the party has a bard

if i roll up to a punk show and someone’s jacket says fuckin “CABBAGE” across the back, that is immediately my favorite person in the building

Which was the fashion at the time.

mine is similar, they laugh at my jokes and can also continue them

How do you know their partner is a doofus?

I was 19 when I had my so-far worst one, now 28. I dealt with it by going trail running. I had an intramural trail running club I was helping to lead at the time, and wound up captaining for a couple of years, and I would go extra hard with the lead group because at the time it felt like pushing myself through the pain helped my mental suffering (and it was healthier than self-harm). About six months after the breakup I set a five-mile time at a community race that was a good two minutes faster than my previous PR, and which I haven’t come close to since.

I also had really supportive friends and wrote some really angsty songs.

That being said, I also almost had to drop out of college because my grades tanked, and only got to stay because I was lucky enough to qualify into the music department on a good audition for a probationary quarter, and then get my shit together long enough to pass the classes I needed to declare the major. So your mileage may vary.

some of my students are the kids of the significant Indian population in my area, and every so often the subject of England will come up in a lesson. those kids have some harsh words for the english. most of them have living relatives who remember the 40s famines there.

and yes, shit talking people who have societal power is generally more okay than doing the same with people who don’t have societal power. “racism” against white americans is way more toothless than racism against, say, black americans.

I can leave the house if I wanna see that

too bloody right

I’m from southern California. 'Nuff said.

take me to snurch (snail church)

I mean, to answer their question, yes.

I suspect they were well aware of that and were being tongue-in-cheek.

Fuckin do it, Elon. Double dog dare ya.

It’s not Chrome, and it does everything I want.

It could be better. I’m in the Bay Area, which has some areas that are cool and some areas that are not so cool. And my workplace is in one of the areas that is not cool, by which I mean rich, heavily suburbanized, relatively conservative, and like six miles from the nearest Bart station. And in order to make biking there remotely feasible, I have to live over the hill from Oakland, where nothing cool happens. If I had had the good sense to apply to one of my employer’s locations in a place that wasn’t a massive fucking pain in the ass to get to, I’d be having a much better time right now.

I ride my gravel bike anywhere from 5 to 25 miles before work, depending on how early I get out the door and whether or not my bike is broken. 1. I get around by bike, so the 5 is the bare minimum and 25 is for when I get out the door with two hours to spare and can really get down and dirty with some dirt, and 2. I literally broke my crankset on Thursday while trail riding before work.

Weirdly, off the bike, the latte describes me the best, right down to the unexpected tattoo, but I actually drink water most frequently.

since he was 14?

my full name is o co