This is just HAARP all over again, but super localized.

They graduated from one of Canada’s top business schools.

The plan? Negotiate 90 trade deals in 90 days.

Double the service? No. Maybe consider it “budget airline plus.” The measurements of the seat and getting a little screen/refreshments will be the real difference.

In May, there were relatively elevated shares of delisted homes in metro areas including Miami–Fort Lauderdale–West Palm Beach in Florida, Phoenix-Mesa-Chandler in Arizona, and Houston–Pasadena–The Woodlands in Texas

They blame oversupply, but have you considered, in order: too many hurricanes, too fucking hot, and too fucking Texas?

Which calendar?

Schools already shit the bed by hiring 3rd party consulting like rpkGroup to “streamline” budgets/programs, and now they’re going to be cutting even more. Add that to the recent legislation which re-fucked student loans even more, targets schools that don’t have a good “ROI,” stripped funding, and now you’ve got a bunch of hollowed-out institutions too scared to do anything but train ChatGPT-brainrot kids on whatever the hottest job market is, completely saturating it within two years. But I have a feeling the college sports schools will somehow be ok. Can’t disappoint FanDuel.

iPhone XS. They (the Apple Store) said “for insurance reasons” they couldn’t continue trying to put the phone together because they might break another screen.

I’ve posted this before, but I took a phone in for a battery replacement. Pretty routine. They took forever and finally came back to me and said “we can’t replace your battery because we broke two screens trying to put it back together.” Listen motherfuckers, you had one job, it’s all you do all day, and you somehow had Slippy McThumbs as the technician? They then handed me a nonfunctional phone and, dead serious, asked for a good time for a call with tech support to get my phone replaced. Then took a $1000 deposit on a phone with a trade value of maybe $300 until they got the broken one. Three-ring shit show.

Prices mysteriously go up about a week before prime day sales, then drop to a few dollars below normal, scream “39% off” and you feel like you beat the system.

The gator I had was fried and it was like darker-than-dark-meat chicken.

Quail is pretty good.

Looney tunes factory music playing all the way

“I know what I got”

I am in the same boat. Currently forcing myself to get into D&D even though I’m completely shit at math, creative writing, art, and am not fantasy genre savvy. I want to create a homebrew game for my spouse that they’ll (hopefully) enjoy. It’s been really challenging so far but also a lot of fun.

“They say you should only speak good of the dead. He’s dead. Good.”

He’s right wing? Story gonna be dropped from the media in 3…2…

There’s a timer that starts on your call to be done within, say, 20 minutes, and to get you the fuck off the phone. The employee is punished if you’re still on the line, so they have zero incentive to keep the call going. Click. Then who wants to call back to another phone tree to complain about… who was it again?

Protip: take copious notes, and if you are fortunate enough to live in a single-party consent state and are talking to someone who can get results, get a recording.

I’m seeing a lot of black licorice mentions, but there’s a special hell for Läkerol’s menthol black licorice.

Ah, the ol in haec verba Tarantino rule

Suing? In the very system that’s enabling this?