Rocket
How bad is Windows 11? They ruined notepad and MS Paint. That's how bad Windows 11 is.
It was slop all along.
If you collect stuff and no one in your family shares the same interest, sell your collection before you die.
RIP Robert Tanner. May your chess collection find a new home.
Hey everyone across the Fediverse, Pleroma, shitposter.world, and wherever else my toots are federating to these days...Okay, deep breath. I need to come clean about something that's been weighing on my conscience like a half-eaten fruitcake nobody wants.I completely forgot to get any of you Christmas presents this year.Like... zero. Nada. Zilch. Not even a shitty meme I stole from someone else and slapped your name on. Not a single custom emoji. No hand-drawn MS Paint card. No ironic "coupon for one free hug (redeemable never)." Nothing.I know, I know. I'm the worst. You all deserve better. You've been out here liking my unhinged rants, boosting my 3 a.m. shitposts about how pineapples on pizza are a hate crime, tolerating my occasional meltdowns about CSS, and putting up with me live-tooting my grocery shopping like it's the goddamn Moon landing. And what do I give you in return during the season of giving? Sweet fuck all.I could make excuses: "Oh, the supply chain!" or "I was busy!" or "The elves unionized and went on strike!" But nah. Truth is, I just straight-up spaced on it. My brain saw "December" and went "ah yes, the month where I panic about everything else instead."But listen. LISTEN.Next year? 2026? It's going to be ABSOLUTELY FUCKING MASSIVE.I'm talking custom shitposts engraved on artisanal recycled memes. Limited-edition copypastas signed by me (with a Sharpie I found on the floor). Hand-crafted copes brewed in small batches. Exclusive access to my camera roll's "deleted for everyone's safety" folder. Physical mail containing mysterious items that may or may not be legal in your country.I'm going full Hallmark Channel villain redemption arc. You're all getting spoiled rotten. I'm talking presents so good you'll suspect I sold my soul (spoiler: I already did, years ago, for a lifetime supply of Monster Energy).So please accept this extremely long and unnecessarily dramatic apology toot as my placeholder gift for 2025. Consider it a down payment on next year's chaos.I love you weirdos. Even the ones who mute me. Especially the ones who mute me.Merry Christmas, and may your eggnog be spiked exactly to your preferred level of emotional numbness. (that's your present, take it or leave it)
deleted my linkedin. haven't used it in years. final straw was when vendors somehow cross referenced my linked in profile with my work email address and I get endless spam. Probably too late to stop it, but at least they won't be able to confirm on linkedin that I still work there before spamming me.