*sigh*

*sigh*

(Don't do this to fanfiction authors. It's just rude. Vending machines take your faceless demands. Writers need human encouragement.)

The audacity of opening my fics just to ask me to do something for you… You can’t even pretend you read it before making a demand?

I'm now seriously considering buying a cheap Windows 11 PC/laptop in the Amazon Prime Day sale to take up the slack of the basic stuff my OMFG-costly top-of-the-range MacOS laptop can't or won't do. Like talk to my external hard drives without a translator and several mystic incantations followed by a blood sacrifice. Or write to the external drives I've set up specifically for Mac directly from an FTP download so I can download backups bigger than my current SSD. (more grumpiness behind cut).

"There used to be an app to work around that" is the only response I can get from tech support forums. And yes, there used to be. I used to be able to install Windows on a Mac as dual boot if I felt like it, and assumed I'd be able to when I bought this thing. Then M1 came along and an amazing number of things that I used to be able to do on a current Mac, with a bit of effort, became undoable overnight. New and improved!

Apple's tech is so, so sexy and alluring, and manufactured like a brick privvy compared to its rivals' flimsy build (which is why I bought one), but by god it isn't fully functional if you do more than blog and browse using one app at a time. We don't need added AI assistance and stalking, you hear me, Apple? We need the ability to perform basic functions on demand like Windows and Linux and Android do, and talk nicely to other OSes and their file systems so I can move my own data around whenever and wherever I like, 'kay? Play nicely with others or go home, Apple.

Dragon babysitter

https://twitter.com/profannieoakley/status/1357768408671027202

 This thread is gold… make your own here: https://htck.github.io/bayeux/#!/

thinking about that TNG episode where Riker says he never feels rested after sleeping and Dr Crusher tells him to just drink warm milk about it and then later it turns out he's been abducted by aliens 6 times and had his arm cut off. most accurate portrayal of dealing with the medical profession ever seen on screen

Don’t Call Me Shurley

Please excuse our pathetic screams and exploding brains, but did that all really happen? Expectations were ridiculously high for this episode and if I could wipe this grin off my face and think for two seconds, I’d say it met them all.

We open the show to find our good frenemy Metatron dumpster diving for sustenance. He finds a pastrami sandwich, and instead of keeping it all to himself, he actually shares it with a fellow scrounger and possible only friend -a dog. I think Metatron is finally understanding the important parts of being human. Frustrated with the hunt for dinner, he screams to the sky, “I give up!”

Instantly he’s in an empty bar, with the Beach Boys playing. It’s all a bit surreal. And who does he find hanging out at the bar? Carver Edlund, aka Chuck Shurley, and as he’s soon to find out, aka GOD! Metatron pontificates on his new normal: hanging out in a crappy bar with a hack writer– “Dude!” –drinking a beer, while discussing the abysmal quality of the Supernatural books. Chuck is offended that Metatron burned one of his books. Suddenly wary, Metatron wonders how he knew that. Chuck asks him to put on a pair of sunglasses, and voila: GOD!

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