I’m spooky all year round.

Fuck capital punishment. Fuck murder by the state that can’t even figure out how to maintain a road.

Fuck this AI dog shit.

Size? Vans are often less vanity sized, bumper height wise. But that’s not really what I meant. When I want a vehicle that can store a bunch of stuff, sheltered from the elements and thieves, like materials or tools overnight, a van comes ready for that, stock. I don’t need to add a whole shell or a flimsy cover, they’re just good. And I can stick lumber all the way to the front of my passenger seat and not have to have it sticking out of the back. Vans are just superior in most transportation cases.

Absolutely. Extremely few people need a truck that size full time. I was a cabinetmaker for years and I actually needed a truck so rarely that I saved a ton of money just renting one every few weeks and had the option to get a van (which is what most people really want anyway) if I needed one too. Most proper home renovations require a permit so you could tie that to it. I actually had a lot of options for free lumber and sheet stock delivery which is a huge time and money saver even it in the boonies where I lived and of course to my shop in the city. Most people really don’t need a truck, they just don’t take advantage of the services offered to them.

Make it illegal to build vehicles that aren’t crash compatible with average sized sedans and coupes, get rid of the light truck exemption that allows regular people to drive work vehicles (pickups trucks) on public roads without a truck driver’s licence or work permit.

Fines do nothing. Blow up the data center.

Do you pronounce Fyodor to rhyme with Theodore or Hodor?

Broadly? Dealers.

I think the shape is supposed to be reminiscent of a gallon jug, where the handle actually fits a grown human’s finger. By scaling it down we’re left with a handle that feels idiotic.

It’s funny, I went to highschool with a dude who I thought looked a lot like him back then. We reconnected last year and he looks almost exactly like this. Does a lot of blow.

Hell if I’m gonna die alone I might as well live alone too. Fortunately my social network is a pretty substantial group of heretics. We live alone together.

Meme-dating.

This worst kind of meme, the kind we’ll never get away from because it’s not at all based in popularity but in record company contractual obligation.

I dated a co-worker and we would act very professionally in front of others… until the elevator doors closed where she would jump me for the 10 to 30 seconds we had in there.

One day the doors close, she jumps and wraps her arms around my neck, and we hear the sound of the doors start to open again because someone pushed the elevator call button before it properly left. I THREW her aside out of panic and she went flying into the opposite wall and recovered like she tripped just in time for the doors to open. We kept our shit together just long enough for the person to get off on the next floor and we both broke down laughing.

It became the thing she would joke about the most when she was trying to embarrass me a little; the time I launched her across an elevator.