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Cake day: June 25th, 2023

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  • People bring their dogs to work all the time in my office. Fortunately, all of us are dog lovers, so we all enjoy it.

    The other trend that doesn’t bother me, but surprises me is that I’d estimate about two thirds of the people in my office vape at their desks.

    We also have bean to cup espresso, which is nice. People will go find high end beans and contribute them. It works out nicely.

    We’re highly educated professionals, damnit!






  • Mutual disdain was the catalyst. I did it for eight years and probably lost fifteen years of life expectancy from it. Ungodly toxic environment. Fuck big firm accounting. Fuck them all in the most demeaning, painful way imaginable.

    I make roughly one third the money today, and I’m much happier for it. I still make a comfortable living where I don’t particularly worry about money, so what would the additional two thirds do for me outside paying medical bills it causes?

    No matter how much I try to remove my name from searches, I still get recruited by ambitious young people on a regular basis. I generally make them stop with a response that goes something like this:

    I would rather have my eyes gouged out by the white hot barbed penis of Satan himself while he spits in my mouth than return to public accounting for any amount of money.






  • Look up Oki Dog. Definitely a burrito. Then ponder how badly you want one and how direly you’ll regret it should you ever eat one.

    The most famous Oki creation was–is–the eponymous Oki Dog, a couple of hot dogs wrapped in a tortilla with chili, pickles, mustard, a slice of fried pastrami and a torrent of goopy American cheese–a cross-cultural burrito that’s pretty hard to stomach unless you’ve got the tum of a 16-year-old, but strangely delicious nonetheless. - Jonathan Gold


  • The last time I logged on to Facebook was this past fall because there was a death in our fairly tight knit group of high school classmates. It had been three or four years since I’d been in there.

    So I went on and said my words.

    While I was there, I didn’t really notice what was in my feed.

    What I noticed was suddenly I was getting notification after notification that my posts from years and years ago were getting deleted because they didn’t fit whatever the current terms and conditions of use were.

    This amused me.

    So I left my words of dead classmate up for a week then sent my account silent again.

    I can’t see Facebook or any social media being a place I ever hang out again, which is a little bit of a bummer because without any social media, IRL social activities all but come to an immediate and total halt.

    Oh well. I’ll live.