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Computer Science major here, it's not working because the computer doesn't respect you. download viruses on it to remind it who's boss.
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I accidentally reblogged horny on main earlier today. If you're one of my friends who prefer to *avoid* finding out about my kinks and you were there for the several-second window before I fixed it, I sincerely oop.
found out that the original "grandma got run over by a reindeer" song occasionally dips out of its goofy premise to get weirdly grim and real. hearing the second verse with no santa references that's all about the family dealing with the aftermath of her death ("it's not christmas without grandma") and thinking about my own fears of losing my loved ones and being too embarrassed to explain to my concerned friends why i ran out of the room in tears in the middle of a holiday party
Folks have got to understand that they probably aren't messed up by some Secret Big Trauma that they just can't remember; but rather by a million tiny microtraumas that they do mostly remember but don't even register as traumatic because nobody actually understood that these things would cause trauma, much less stack on each other over the years.
Still doing this. They usually reply with a non sequitur like "How much are they charging you?"
When the Spectrumβ’ people at the grocery store try to stop me and sell me subpar internet service, I've made a habit of replying "I'm already on the spectrum!"
I heard some schools in the eastern US are closing today.
I guess the kids' education has been...
eclipsed by other concerns! π₯