The DOOM Spaniels

After my brief but faaaar too long stay in Thumb-Monkey Doggy ER, the Spaniels were soooo excited to have me home (oh my ouppies, I missed you terribly while suffering the Torture Rack of Noisy Bed Constantly Inflating and Shifting Under Me While I Was Somehow Supposed to Sleep) Gwyn couldn't decide if she was more happy to have me, or suspicious of Hospital Stink on my chair. Tristan decided to bring me everything in the house, and also investigate my face, breath, and tonsils for additional clues.

the soggiest, most pitiful Sog Beast

Well. I am thinking, now. I despised & avoided[*l the situations that confined me but not my amab sibs; I hated being still. Furthermore, I had one of those constantly-starving skeletal metabolisms so I guess I lucked out of a lot of pressure to diet. I was a horse girl, carrying feed bags and hay bales, walking fencelines and repairing shelters, wrassling thousand pound animals to do my bidding. When I couldn't go to the barn, I got on my bike and rode for hours[**].

'Round about the time fb was getting big, so was the idea that anonymity permitted, nay encouraged, trolling. FB and Google+ (remember them?) pushed this idea hard, that if you used your real name, you would be constrained to use Real Life manners. After all, everyone would know who you were! CEO of Google gave a lot of interviews claiming no one could possibly misbehave online under their Real Name, it would besmirch their Real Life. And actually, literally said, "if you haven't done anything wrong, you have nothing to hide."

alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.

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Question 3/3

This got more traction than I imagined and has motivated me to make a more thorough survey where I can actually parse the data.

~Mischief&Order~