Star Wars Is Greek; Star Trek Is Roman.

Star Wars is Greek; Star Trek is Roman. 

Well, this is a fun new scam in my askbox. The link takes you to a site that looks like a Tumblr front page but asks you to enter your bank information before you can be allowed to log in. Do not do this, obviously.

Of note, if you try to report the ask, the dropdown asks if you want to block a specific username, which is interesting because that person is a random teenager who doesn't appear to have anything to do with the scam. Leave the kid alone, just report the ask and warn your friends.

(ID to follow when I'm at a computer and not typing with one finger due to a thumb injury.)

A coworker brought in a box of donuts today for a meeting, as a surprise. And as a donut-lover this is of course exciting in its own right. But I was in fact extra stoked because our stupid-humid heat wave just broke, and with the slightly cooler weather and my half-marathon race coming up in November, I'm just getting back into the swing of doing long runs after work.

So I said as much like "This is actually so perfect because I'm going for a long run after work" and my coworker responded "Oh to burn it off?" and this threw me way off my game because that was not where I was going at all. Where I was going was the fact that the single Best predictor of me pulling off a smooth, successful, well-fueled, high-endurance, long-as-hell evening run is whether or not I get my sticky hands on a sugar-loaded funtime treat around 4pm.

Like I was standing there over the box of donuts like

necromancers are stupid as fuck for using human skeletons when the earth is full of dinosaur bones

ao3 comments will be like “i like this line of your fic” and my reply will be like “fantastic thank you here’s my entire thought process about how i ended up with that particular line and also an outline for another fic i have and fifteen resources i used to research 1980s politics” and nobody asked for that chill