That is weird, thanks for the heads up. I think I had two tabs open maybe? Even weirder it got upvotes.

One of the facilities under review in Lehigh Valley, Pennsylvania, would shift mail processing services to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, 90 miles away – a move postal workers and union officials have criticized.

Lehigh Valley, Lancaster, and Allentown are becoming bluer by the day. Traditionally home to fiscally conservative, socially liberal moderates, and are seeing more mail in voter registrations. State law also probibits mailed votes from being counted, or even opened, before election day, which has led to delays and confusion about elections in the state.

Reduced trust in the post office means reduced democratic votes in a swing state.

I’ve never seen the word “folx” used in print. I have heard corporate guidance on using inclusive terms like “folks” instead of “ladies and gentlemen” for group meetings and emails. “Colleauges and friends” is another one.

If I saw someone write “folx” I would assume they were joking or trying to piss off anti-woke dipshits.

Maybe they don’t and you should hold så kæft before I shut it for you.

I’m hoping to send my kids to college in the next 15 years, so I don’t ever expect to retire.

Dinosaurs never gave me twenty dollars, neither, and see what happened to 'em. That’s not a threat, it’s just a fact.

I remember hearing this song on the radio and wanting to get the album. Being that it was pre-internet days, and I wasn’t fast enough with the tape recorder, I had to hum it for the guy at Tower Records. We used a listening station to try a few different tracks (because the humming was very bad) and he left me with a list of new hit songs to check. Took me about 10 minutes to find it, and so I bought the album.

Last week, my 8 year old daughter wanted to listen to a song she didn’t know, so she hummed it into my phone, and within 20 seconds we were streaming it in the car. It took me back to this song, standing at the end of a rack of CDs in their anti-theft plastic extenders, sweaty headphones while I punched different codes into their listening station to try to find the right album, and the sheer joy of finally hearing those opening guitar chords, thinking about how I was going to play that song for a girl I knew, and she would want to run off to Santa Monica with me, on our bikes, from suburban Pennsylvania.

We could live beside the ocean. Leave the fire behind. Swim out past the breakers, and watch the world die.

I think it depends entirely on the length of the flight, and whether or not there is any turbulence. You fly to Hawaii, and everyone is happy to be there. You take a commuter hop from BWI to Atlanta, and nobody says a fucking peep. Newark to London, meh. Chicago to Athens, woo hoo.

Because you cannot convince someone that the economy is doing well when they think it’s not. Inflation was extremely high for too long, and the wage gap may be closing but it’s still absurdly high. “There’s a tumor in your brain, but we made it smaller by a third.” It sounds like objective progress, but when the tumor is in your brain causing psychological and physical disability. Celebrating the progress makes it seem like you don’t care about the remaining problems.

When is an ad not a prompt?

If they could cut down on the deer population, too, that would be nice.

What if I’m not actually ashamed to enjoy it?