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  • Tony scratched his neck, his high visibility vest making him itchy again. He took off his bright yellow hardhat, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

    Now cradling his hardhat under one arm, and a clipboard in his hand, he sidled over to the rich prick. “Look, Enrique, I really need you to sign the…” He paused for a rattling rumble, as a dump truck disgorged another load of printer cartridges onto the front lawn. “…pink copy of the bill of lading. It confirms the delivery was made, and my drivers can get paid.”

    Enrique sputtered, fuming. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?“ He said, gesturing at the small hill nearly obscuring his mansion.

    “Well…” Tony grunted. “ You better hope that some of these loads have magenta, otherwise these piles of cyan and yellow are totally useless.“



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    5 months ago

    OK the memes were funny at first, but is it starting to feel a little astroturfy in here? Like, is her telling everyone they need to vote actually that scary for establishment politics?

    The private plane thing is definitely hypocritical, but we’re singling her out from every single celebrity that also does that. Maybe I don’t follow her story close enough to know why, but it seems like the only thing that makes her different from the other celebrities is that she made conservatives mad about voting, and young people like her?












  • I don’t know if there is a specific word for it, but I think I know what you mean.

    I was driving in traffic on a major interstate recently, and glanced out the window. I was struck by how many cars there were.

    I kinda came to an overwhelming realization that each of these cars contained people with lives and hopes and dreams. They had all had years of life and memories leading up to them being behind the wheel in the car next to me. Most would have years to live in the future. There where cumulative millenia of experiences I’d never bear witness to.

    I was just a small part, a single glance in their day; a day where they in turn would see thousands more.

    Like stepping one too many times off the top of a dark staircase, there was an odd sense of… vertigo? Or, if you’re walking in murky water, and it drops off into sudden depth. There’s a short flash of panic at the sudden moreness of it, and you shake yourself, readjust, and go on with your day.

    Maybe the phrase “existential crises” might apply somehow?