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Another reason why trains would be good is that most people are not good at driving
sochi 2014 olympic gold: captain caroline ouelette and marie-philip poulin
2026 walter cup championship: captain marie-philip poulin and assistant coach caroline ouelette
2017 clarkson cup
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My couches being gone is giving me angst about being in the living room, which felt weird until I realized it’s because it feels like I’m moving AGAIN
BUT I’M NOT
And to prove it to myself I dropped $300 at the container store on plastic shelf liners for my closet (with fucking wire shelves that both let things drop through and catch on stuff?? Horrid. UNTIL LINED WITH PLASTIC, I ASSUME) and two nice rolly drawer things (also made of wire but in a more sensible way), and built an ikea shelf that’s been sitting in a box since like last August
So LOOK SELF crafts are going in Craft Room, comforter is going in Closet Drawer, and some games are going in the living room (where the craft room stuff lived until I built my shelf for the office/craft room
We’re getting coze in here!! It’s feeling lived-in! And surely the furniture company will NOT beat me to my house on Tuesday so I can be properly zooted out from my dr appt and invasive procedure while I sign for the delivery and they set up my brand new couch that should be optimized for naps and TV and video games and my elderly stepdad being able to get up off of it by himself WITHOUT me piling pillows on it for him to sit on!
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

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Artemis is SO DROOL
Starting a collection
an unsung favorite of mine
OH BUT WAIT FUCK NO THERE’S GONNA BE TRAGEDY IF IT FOLLOWS THE SINGLE BRIDGERTON BOOK I’VE READ
GAH
Also fuck I hate third act breakups
Ah yes I actively sobbed through the entirety of episode 7 (and also part of episode 8) and now I have a migraine
I did finish the season, but it was really not enough season-ending payoff for the emotional price I paid tbqh. And if I do say so myself, the end felt VERY compacted compared to the rest of the story arc.
Also THAT WAS IT THAT WAS ALL THE SAPPHIC STORYLINE THE INTERNET WAS OBSESSED WITH. What the hell.
OH BUT WAIT FUCK NO THERE’S GONNA BE TRAGEDY IF IT FOLLOWS THE SINGLE BRIDGERTON BOOK I’VE READ
GAH
Also fuck I hate third act breakups

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Oh thank god I have made it through the most stomach-churning parts of bridgerton season 4
I think. I think everything is coming together
But GODDAMN this season has been so TOUGH it has put me through the emotional wringer just like season 1, where I had to text @paty-ofarrell and go THEY GET TOGETHER DON’T THEY I CAN’T STAND THIS
it is impossible to watch a movie. every night i think i want to watch a movie. no movie gets watched. because it's not possible
We should popularize more hispanized phonetic spellings of classic character names like we did with esnupi
Citripio y Arturito
your cat was an honor to see in the window
My old/broken couches are gone, I have an updated resume, I applied for a contract job that would pay literally double what I’m making now
I also swiffered most of my house last night (1700 sqft MAX, three very full and disgusting swiffer sheets) and vacuumed my rugs this morning
I started work on a project that is a goddamn nightmare because as it turns out WE DO NOT ACTUALLY HAVE DIRECT ACCESS TO THE END CLIENT and the build partner we’re working with apparently sucks worse than we do, so there are a billion tickets that are like “we need it to say this exact script and then hang up, but also why isn’t it interactive”
I’ve decided that based on the last two weeks, this is my special hell that will persist until I a) find a new job, b) take FMLA (I qualify in 18 days!), or c) ragequit
I’m so tired. I already don’t want to go back on Monday and it’s only 6:30 PM on Friday and I’ve barely done any work the last two days
Maybe it’s because now I have a fucking 7:30 AM meeting on Monday (and Wednesday, and Friday) for one of my new fucked-up clients that I haven’t figured out whether I need to actually attend yet, or if I just have to be the pretend PM until the real one takes over. Maybe it’s because I still have incompetent coworkers. Maybe it’s because I should be like the bindweed in my front yard and be a massive headache for everyone.
Maybe it’s because I’m craving pancakes and chocolate milk for dinner and I have a massive pancake and chocolate milk deficiency, and once I do that, everything will be fixed
Might as well try, I guess. Otherwise I’m actually like one of my sims with the fear of a dead-end job… but, you know, it’s not a dead end job, it’s just a really shitty one that the company is going to pretend is a dead-end one so that they can change my job requirements (to also be a PM and a solutions architect on top of everything else) and go wtf you suck at this and then fire me.
…however. Pancakes.

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At 1 PM on a Friday I get an email from my boss. I'm busy as hell so I don't check it immediately. Then I get a phone call from my boss, which has almost never happened before. I'm a white collar worker, a historian. There's never a 'historical emergency' requiring a phone call to kick me in the ass and get to work.
The request is so urgent my boss needs it by the end of the work week. Which, y'know, is 5 PM on a Friday. So I have four hours to do it.
It's a forwarded request. Somebody contacted a member of the donation team asking for help, "I need a map from the Vietnam War to use for a presentation." It's somebody she's trying to coax into giving a five figure donation to the museum.
The request was asked to the donation team member, who then emailed my boss, who then emailed and called me urgently.
This map required:
North and South Vietnam in it
All four areas that South Vietnam was divided into for military purposes ('Corps') clearly delineated
Four cities, all of them horrifically misspelled, and only identifiable because I know what battle the requester is asking about (it’s in III Corps on the border with Cambodia) (the requester danced around the battle but I’m knowledgeable enough to identify it)
Has Laos and Cambodia in it
Has the Ho Chi Minh Trail in it
So. I was mad about the 'you have literally four hours to find a map with a lot of requirements.'
I was then mad at myself about finding a copyright free map from Texas Tech University within half an hour, proving her right for asking me to do it.
Then, after I found a map that perfectly met the requirements, I was equally amazed, baffled, and horrified when I read further into the forwarded email chain.
The donation team team member they were speaking to used AI to generate a map.
The above put half of North Vietnam in South Vietnam, made the Ho Chi Minh Trail a country, made 60% of Cambodia part of South Vietnam, put the DMZ extremely high up in North Vietnam, completely disconnected the southern tip of Vietnam, misplaced all of the Corps zones, etc etc
At the very last second the donation team member had a moment of divine clarity, remembering there's three historians on payroll to ask for this kind of thing from. So she contacted my boss while saying, "I had fun with this, but I decided I should check for accuracy before I send it to the donor! I need a fact check by the end of the day, then I send it"
My boss, while not the most knowledgeable on the Vietnam War, does know her geography. She took one look, and knew it was so off she called me to tell me how urgent it is that I look at the email and respond
good fucking god, jesus tap dancing goddamn christ, I'm glad I was asked to look at it and then find a real map
My fear has never been that AI would replace human intelligence. My fear has been that the people who Know Things and the people who Make The Decisions are almost never the same people.
We’re throwing real intelligence out on the street to starve while worshipping the shambling Frankenstein-ed corpse of knowledge puppeteered by those who see us as disposable assets.