And the synthesizers in the eighties were nothing like moogs

Irrelevant I guess. I was casually reliving a memory from when I was a child, but there's always got to be a pedant to further solidify my general withdrawal from society because I'm clearly not satisfactorily intelligent enough for it.

George Bush the first called Dan "potatoe" Quayle the Jose Canseco of politics.

JD is making him look like it in comparison.

They existed and were more of a new wave instrument at the time, but not heavily used in rock like that.

I was unaware of Brownsville Station when I was eleven.

Sorry to have failed your class professor.

We couldn't all be Jack Black in high fidelity at that age.

I believe I was in sixth grade when that album came out.

First of all, it used a whole lot of synthesizers, which were pretty new technology at the time, and I felt like I was living in the future when I heard it.

As to the album cover, it somehow didn't register with my that it was a baby smoking.

Rather, it made me think of teenagers smoking in the high school bathroom.

Motley Crue's Smokin in the Boys Room came out a year later, so I don't think that influenced my mental image.

I only ever experience this when I open apps directly out of Lemmy. I should look into either settings or what my default browser is. Could probably remedy the matter with the second one.

Edit: changing default browser seems to have worked. No idea what the default was, but it certainly wasn't any that I've got protected.

Weren't they just throwing a collective temper tantrum about paper straws and how you could pry their plastic straws out of their cold dead lips?

I think it was Brian Cohen. He was, after all, a very naughty boy.

This sounds like a brand new record! For 1990!

Ted's wife is a bigwig with Sachs. I wonder if she had input with this.

Combination of being salaried plus industry culture.

Mostly yes.

You get people selling off companies or several depreciated rental properties, and they get hit with the tax and can't get out of it.

There are some circumstances that they can manipulate though. When the stock market crashed in 2008, people sold off at enormous realized losses, sat on the cash for thirty days to avoid the wash rule, and bought right back in at the same low prices.

That created years worth of carried over losses that enabled them to recognize capital gains at zero tax.

It's a reasonably common strategy called loss harvesting.

Certain flavors of stock options appear to be tax free at time of sale, but this is because the initial grant was deemed W-2 wages and was taxed when it was issued at ordinary income rates.

It's been years since I've eaten food away from my desk. And God forbid I should forget to bring food and need to run downstairs for sixteen seconds to purchase something. That's truly one of the seven deadly sins.

What are the chances that I, a not particularly tech savvy person, go to download mint and end up bricking my computer?

Honestly, my computer is an absolute bottom of the barrel $200 Dell laptop right now, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal, but I'd hate to fuck it up, get a better computer, and fuck that up too.

The pervasive, loud, aggressive "America is full of stupid yokels and has no culture herp derp" sentiment seems to have really ramped up in recent years. I really wonder if it's a side effect of recent politicians pushing increasingly bizarre and oppressive agendas, and actually getting elected.

Maybe we deserve the disdain.

I actually miss the old Mexican brick weed from thirty years ago. It could give you a headache, but otherwise, the high it produced of everything being hilarious doesn't seem to exist anymore. Modern weed pretty much makes me instantly catatonic.

Further, I don't know if it's age, but a single bong rip will send me into violent fits of coughing that frequently render me running outside to puke.

I've stopped smoking entirely in favor of edibles due to the coughing thing. The edibles still knock me the hell out. I don't know how the younger set wakes and bakes and carries on with their day with the modern stuff.

A very long time ago, and much less technologically advanced:

I went to boarding school. We had a little bit of a propensity for sneaking out of the dorm at night.

New dean comes in our senior year and installs alarms on all the exits.

Our senior year time capsule contains the controlling keypad to that alarm system that wasn't even functional for twenty four hours.

I've no doubt that today's teens possess the ingenuity to bypass if not completely disable this thing.

Going by the memory of my 1980 edition of the Guinness book of world records, it was the number of hairpin turns that made it the crookedest street. There could also be a difference between a street and a road.

The entire scam of unlimited PTO is that the company doesn't have to pay out any unused time when you leave.

It certainly doesn't increase the time off you get while still at the company. Studies show people take less time when it's unlimited.

Fucking Adobe PDF is becoming damn near unusable because of this. Frustrating because I absolutely have to use it all day every day.

I get to listen to clients go off on meandering rants about illegals, socialists, woke culture, the gays, the trans groomers, etc on a daily basis.

I go Joe Friday mode and stick to "just the facts" of what we're working on and I move on to the next crazy.