Small procedure involving a ball peen hammer and metal spike applied to the back of the eye socket we would recognize today as a lobotomy.

Maybe. I don’t know shit about it.

Pretty obscure term. Don’t beat yourself up.

Unironically, Bluey.

Best show on television. Fight me.

That’d be it. If I witnessed that I’d do a 180 and laugh myself silly all the way home.

Give that good boy an extra long belly rub from his fans on Lemmy.

When I first read your comment about this scheme keeping money from artists I was skeptical. But, yup! It is right there on Spotify’s website:

We distribute the net revenue from Premium subscription fees and ads to rightsholders.

Now, granted a bunch of those “rightsholders” are likely big corporate record labels but your point stands. The little guy is getting screwed, too.

Though, adding to your final thought, I bet if it was only the little guy getting screwed and not the corpos I bet DOJ wouldn’t have cared.

For my spouse and I there is no “my money” and “their money”. It is all our money.

If one of us wants to make a big purchase we have a conversation about it something like, “I’ve had my eye on a new graphics card. What do you think?” Then it goes either, “That’s great. Have fun.” Or, “Don’t forget we have little Jimmy’s orthodontist bill coming up.” “Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me. Maybe later, then.”

I realize this isn’t the norm and it took us a long time to get there. Many couples, my spouse’s parents among them, argue over money and use it as part of a power play. We still have separate accounts for budgeting purposes, and around the holidays we have to be honest not to peek at bank statements and spoil surprises. But not having to worry whether you spouse is messing up your eventual retirement or little Jimmy’s college fund sure makes life a whole lot easier for me.

This one image justifies all the research and investment in AI. Well done, OP. I didn’t think it possible.

I’m sensing some physical pain brought on by a martial arts mishap, maybe exacerbated by some work on a home DIY project.

Authorities have been notified…

Women are so cute and adorable but I’m not sure what the ssh is for.

First task on Monday morning… “Who is going to be pissed at me this week?” Go through and decline the least important meetings until I can get through my week without breaking the space-time continuum.

I used to do it Sunday night but decided fuck that - that’s my time.

Jesus fucking Christ. We’re all so broken.

Fucking hell. I am the monkey.

You will address Henry by his rightful title of Emperor. Surely, he hath earned it righteously, not pulled it from the ether at the behest of a website.

Probably its own kind of red flag.

Is there an app to meet dates like this?

Tried it but couldn’t find the rules. Did I do it wrong? I just want delicious coffee imbued lady finger cake thing. Love me some tiramisu after a big serving of lasagna.

Wait, someone at the door saying something about a warrant… brb.

Spotify on the EFD is a nice touch.

I’ve always wanted to contribute to an open source project but by the time I get done with the grind of the work day I don’t have the mental energy to effectively work a second job competently.