…stateside standard for private-sector salaried positions is ten working days per year (combined illness/vacation) which begin accruing after a six-month probationary period; some employers increase that to fifteen or twenty days for long-tenured staff after several / many years of continuous employment, but it varies…

…for hourly positions, you’re paid only for actual hours worked…

…government positions tend to be much more generous with holidays, vacation, and sick leave, although compensation is typically lower than the private sector; large corporations often fall somewhere between those two extremes…

…we did stateside, too, before shoot-first-qualified-immunity paranoia ran rampant through law enforcement culture…

…my cars are named mehve, pejitei gunship, teto, and ohmu after aircraft and creatures from nausicäa of the valley of wind…

…chaosium and palladium both beat steve jackson there by several years, too…

…well, i mean, who really wants an enchanter tossing fireballs across the rose garden?..

…none of the people in that image would have been considered white when i was growing up…

…my parents beat me for trying to do something about it: fuck them, they’re complicit to this day…

…sounds like my former doctor, except a burnt-out grizzled hippie: i blame the health insurance industry for the fate of her private practice…

…anyway, after the corporate buyout i just quit going; shame because she was a really great general practitioner…

…same rules apply to dishcloths…

…scotchbrite pads generally won’t scuff aluminum cookware, but stainless steel mesh works well on steel, iron, and glass; in either case, sanitary-sponge rules apply…

don’t.
use.
sponges.

…the f*ck is wrong with you people?!.if you must use a sponge: thoroughly wash, rinse, wring, and set it out somewhere well-ventilated to air-dry quickly and completely after each use…

…seriously, do wash your f*cking hair by dunking your head in a soiled toilet and flushing it a couple of times?..you eat off your dishes, man, practice some sanitary scullery!..

…the sinister secret of saltmarsh has always struck me as essentially an episode of scooby-doo…

…i’ve worked with an acoustics consultant named dick boehner…

…that’s mostly due to it being undercooked (or cooked-just-right in my opinion), which i learned the hard way after binging on a giant bag and fearing i needed to rush to the hospital until an absurdly-long-winded bout of flatulence relieved the pressure…

…if you overcook your broccoli it doesn’t have the same effect…

…i spent a summer internship working at an office where arby’s curly fries were the only vegetarian food within walking distance; haven’t been able to stomach them since…

…one morning when i was in college, my roommate and i realised we were grown-ups, so we went to the grocery store, bought two tubs of frosting, came back to our apartment, sat down with spoons-in-hand, and watched an afternoon of arthur c. clarke’s myterious world on the sci-fi channel…

(ugh; never again)

…i learned the same lesson chewing a jumbo-pack of fruit stripe all-at-once four years later…

…every furry i’ve known has been a cool person: i’m not saying it’s universal but the fandom tends to attract geeky fun-loving personalities and those are my favorite kind of people to play with…

…as for furry sexuality (which of course isn’t strictly synonymous with the fandom): well, it may not be my jam but neither are men, so i don’t feel any differently about it than i do corset-rippers or gay erotica; as long folks keep their kinks tastefully discreet, go with the gods…

^{(really the only kink which gets under my skin is objectification / degredation / humiliation / exploitation, and that’s sexuality-agnostic)}

…they are paying bounties on extra-judicial arrests…

bounties.

for arrest without trial.

…barring decisive impeachment and conviction in eighteen months, there is no way this doesn’t end in blood and fire…

…many times…

…the avalanche has already begun; it is too late for the pebbles to vote…