My favorite ever pronoun story has to be one of my German professor’s. He fondly remembers being mugged by a gang of teenagers in Dresden, who used Sie (formal you) the entire time.
My favorite ever pronoun story has to be one of my German professor’s. He fondly remembers being mugged by a gang of teenagers in Dresden, who used Sie (formal you) the entire time.
So there’s a Pip-Boy app? And it does exactly what it says on the tin. You can control your Pip-Boy from your phone. But… why.
Like maybe if you’ve got someone sitting there watching you play, you can let them navigate, select quests, feed you in battle, whatever… but how many people have someone sitting there (that you’d trust with your character’s pip-boy) who would do that? And why on earth would you ever pull up your pip-boy in game and then move to your phone to operate it?
Now… if I could just turn off the player’s arrow on the map, I’d have it open for that purpose. (I’m playing with no ‘activated’ quests or locations so there are no hovering arrows pointing me in the right direction… and having a to-the-foot gps system tracking me on my map isn’t quite fitting with the rest of it.)
My brother uses the app to prank me. He’ll be in his room and he’ll turn it on to turn my radio on and give me a jump scare, or strip my character naked so I get gunned down in a fight. Back when I was lucky I could shoot anything, he’d copilot and stimpak my character when needed. So it used to work!
once i was walking with my mom by a strip mall when I was 10 years old.
“Aella,” she said, “Don’t look to your left.”
I didn’t ask questions. I just said ‘okay’ and kept my head turned to my right.
I kept not looking left, and we kept walking. We kept walking, and I kept not looking left. Eventually I got tired, and I asked my mom, “can I look left now?”
She burst into laughter. “Oh, I didn’t know you took me seriously! There ws just a bookstore. I know how much you like books. It was just a joke.”
And for the next several days she told everyone, proudly, the story of how well and unquestioningly i had not looked left.
everyone congratulated me on being such a good child. They ruffled my hair in admiration.
The prof I work for told me on Monday she wanted me to finish three weeks worth of work by Friday. So emailed her an update on where I was with the transcripts and she told me I now have until Monday.
I stayed up til 2am last night, typed for 8 hours straight. I’ve been slamming the pain killers and wrapping my hands and wrists all week trying to get this done for her.
As someone who grew up with five siblings I have learned to love pinapple pizza. Why? Because no one else would touch it. A whole pizza to myself. Survival of the fittest, bitches.
Anyone who says you can’t give flowers to boys clearly hasn’t tried it. Seriously, give a boy some roses, they get adorably flustered and go all red. It’s the most precious thing.
Give more boys flowers.
🌹🌼🌻🌸🌷🌺💐
crush stereotypes now
we love flowers. give us flowers.
I once gave my professor a bouquet of flowers and he legit couldn’t stop grinning and when I asked why he looked so surprised, he was like “I’m a guy. I never get flowers. I love flowers but I never get flowers.”
I hear the “just racking a pump shotgun is enough to scare off intruders.” Trope on a nearly daily basis at school. You’d think these guys would know better…
Thanks everyone for the tips and support! I found a wrap and some athlete’s tape and that’s helping with the typing, I’m going to try and see if I can get some coworkers to take some shifts from me this week so I’m not CONSTANTLY using my hands.
I just have to transcribe three 45-minute interviews and then I can rest my poor hands, haha.
