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the G600 is exactly what I am rocking now, after the Razer equivalent failed. The hardware mouse itself is cool, but the software on windows is so lame. block that shizz via firewall asap. Can program it in linux as well.
sorry to drop in with an opinion, but I love my mouse festooned with buttons. Logitech and Razer have FUCKED UP MY DREAM
no, from perspiration. salty!
nah, people wear big backpacks in the city
depends how the script is written…
In the atrium of a former skyscraper in Manhattan, a shabby figure is banging on a microwave.
The flesh is falling off his face. He is 130 years old.
He had found a package of insta popcorn in the ruins. The ruins he orchestrated.
The microwave is plugged in; he just verified that.
He forgets power in the city has been gone since he was Mayor-Ceasar 40 years back.
He is Rudy Giuliani, a titan among… among… fuck. He can’t remember.
He swallows a gob of hair dye for sustenance.
It takes him three days to climb a flight of stairs and find…
florida is a screwed up place, in a lot of ways, but this was fake back in 2018
nah WHAT sheeeeeeeeeeeeeyit at’s wild fucked up innit? no cap? this morning when i woke up i scratched my privates and then i scratched my eye and THEN i smelled my finger
Yeah I was working in a bingo hall turned into a call center. I was getting accosted by people foisting on me small scraps of paper with illegible scrawl. “You need to call this guy”, etc. I had no idea wtf to do.
That’s the dream I had after going to actual bingo with friends “ironically” but I abandoned them and went to the bar next door.
Edit; unsure what happened here. I guess it fits the theme a little bit
the child is… strange.
we’ve made repeated efforts to contact the Florida Guard, the Florida Attorney General, the Governor!
Random Asshat: “the Florida Guard! that we be! please gaze upon my curdled milks and slimy vegetables!”
notes:
just had a three-hour brawlfest caterwaul with the editors, who happen to be a friggin council of raccoons and opossums, and I REFUSE to be cute for this stupid book, UNLESS I GET SCRITCHES AND SNACKS
cat: ahhh killed a bird ///secretly brought the corpse inside/// aaaaaaaahhhhhyah so badass did you see what i did!!! human: now i need to sanitize everything, thanks
sorry need to work on my lemmy formatting
i never once even heard a coyote howl when i was living in the wild. probably need to get closer to cities where the cats and dogs are wild, like LA or Vegas or Phoenix, except I don’t know what’s surviving in the heat there now
who the fuck is jimmy dore
you talk a lot, so what’s your deal?
not so much crying. just profuse sweating, dreams of falling, freezing cold or getting burned or just waiting in an afterlife room like beetlejuice, or punching the air and the pillows
cats can learn, if the human has doors protecting the bedroom-fortress and loud fans because it’s too hot anyways and also sleep under a sheet because they will do weird shit to your toes when they break in
Love that kind of precision. You should see what a crafty kitten can do to a crate full of LPs that !someone! forgot about.
he was a zombie, and no other zombies have survived for the fossil and archaeological record. so… eaten by other zombies? yes or no.