And the synthesizers in the eighties were nothing like moogs

Irrelevant I guess. I was casually reliving a memory from when I was a child, but there’s always got to be a pedant to further solidify my general withdrawal from society because I’m clearly not satisfactorily intelligent enough for it.

George Bush the first called Dan “potatoe” Quayle the Jose Canseco of politics.

JD is making him look like it in comparison.

They existed and were more of a new wave instrument at the time, but not heavily used in rock like that.

I was unaware of Brownsville Station when I was eleven.

Sorry to have failed your class professor.

We couldn’t all be Jack Black in high fidelity at that age.

I believe I was in sixth grade when that album came out.

First of all, it used a whole lot of synthesizers, which were pretty new technology at the time, and I felt like I was living in the future when I heard it.

As to the album cover, it somehow didn’t register with my that it was a baby smoking.

Rather, it made me think of teenagers smoking in the high school bathroom.

Motley Crue’s Smokin in the Boys Room came out a year later, so I don’t think that influenced my mental image.

Ted’s wife is a bigwig with Sachs. I wonder if she had input with this.

Combination of being salaried plus industry culture.

Mostly yes.

You get people selling off companies or several depreciated rental properties, and they get hit with the tax and can’t get out of it.

There are some circumstances that they can manipulate though. When the stock market crashed in 2008, people sold off at enormous realized losses, sat on the cash for thirty days to avoid the wash rule, and bought right back in at the same low prices.

That created years worth of carried over losses that enabled them to recognize capital gains at zero tax.

It’s a reasonably common strategy called loss harvesting.

Certain flavors of stock options appear to be tax free at time of sale, but this is because the initial grant was deemed W-2 wages and was taxed when it was issued at ordinary income rates.

It’s been years since I’ve eaten food away from my desk. And God forbid I should forget to bring food and need to run downstairs for sixteen seconds to purchase something. That’s truly one of the seven deadly sins.

I actually miss the old Mexican brick weed from thirty years ago. It could give you a headache, but otherwise, the high it produced of everything being hilarious doesn’t seem to exist anymore. Modern weed pretty much makes me instantly catatonic.

Further, I don’t know if it’s age, but a single bong rip will send me into violent fits of coughing that frequently render me running outside to puke.

I’ve stopped smoking entirely in favor of edibles due to the coughing thing. The edibles still knock me the hell out. I don’t know how the younger set wakes and bakes and carries on with their day with the modern stuff.

A very long time ago, and much less technologically advanced:

I went to boarding school. We had a little bit of a propensity for sneaking out of the dorm at night.

New dean comes in our senior year and installs alarms on all the exits.

Our senior year time capsule contains the controlling keypad to that alarm system that wasn’t even functional for twenty four hours.

I’ve no doubt that today’s teens possess the ingenuity to bypass if not completely disable this thing.

The entire scam of unlimited PTO is that the company doesn’t have to pay out any unused time when you leave.

It certainly doesn’t increase the time off you get while still at the company. Studies show people take less time when it’s unlimited.

I believe that’s the European Union free trade zone for bidets and electric kettles. Metric cash only, please.

What if they’re American vegans who use the imperial system of measurement, don’t own a bidet, and microwave their water for tea? Should I break out the cross and hammer?

To the laughy emoji, I think a Harris/Vance administration would be a lot funnier except that the assassination attempts to get Vance in there would probably occur daily.

Well earned hatred for Zuck aside, Trump really seems like he wants to imprison the entirety of the seventy percent of Americans who don’t bend the knee to him. Depending on what level of military support he garners if he manages to weasel his way back to the White House, we could realistically be looking at a Cambodia Khmer Rouge situation.

I’m not a gun guy, but I’ve seriously been thinking about getting one - not for self defense against a militarized police force or unimaginably powerful military, but as a quick out should things turn to round up the Dems bad.

I’d wager that his lease has a mandatory arbitration clause that requires him to pay up front then try to get it back via arbiters chosen by the landlord.

I love that the GOP has essentially been trying to destroy the Ivy League since the whole Israel thing got going, but so many of them are products of said Ivy League.

Not in computers. I’m an accountant. I don’t have enough money to throw the double middle fingers. Can somebody please, for the love of all that’s holy, show me the way out or, you know, come sneak onto my property when I’m not looking and delete me?

Edit: JUST now, I got told that I’m unprofessional because I refuse to give my personal cell phone number to all three thousand of our clients. I said that my private phone funded by my personal money is not a business asset and they can give me a company phone if they want me texting clients. This was met with a huff, turning of a back on me, and storming off.

There were a bunch of geese around my grandparents’ house when I was a kid. God those things would torment me. They had free range of the property and I tended to completely avoid the area they hung out because they were hyper aggressive and would chase after me every time I got anywhere near them. I was six years old, so it felt like they were as tall as me and they were definitely faster.

It wasn’t so bad once I got a little older, a little taller, and relied more on my bicycle than my feet for movement.

Nonetheless, those things gave me childhood trauma to the extent that I still can’t stand geese some forty five years later.

Has private equity ever made anything better? Ever? This will kill the NFL, but of course it’ll make a bunch of billionaires even richer first.

But then where will they go to see and be seen when nobody is watching them do hooker shots of Johnnie Blue in the luxury box?