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dominoes pizza is hardtack for the contemporary
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So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess
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sucks so unbelievably bad that you can’t just like be a lady’s maid anymore. there used to be a job that consisted of taking care of one woman’s every need every day for your whole life including dressing and undressing her and living with her and that was a normal thing to do in fact it was encouraged.
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in other developments re german/anglo cultural exchange on breadstuffs, this image was posted to a facebook group yesterday
the following events ensued:
1. predictable lively discussion on the preparation of Wienerschnitzel, in which natives and wurstaboos are pro-puff and everybody else is like *confused dog head tilt* why wouldn’t you want the crust to stay ~attached to the thing you put it on? as with other fried foods?
2. thirty “Bad Schnitzel is my band name” jokes
3. thirty “Bad Schnitzel is my stripper name” jokes
4. one “ah yes, Bad Schnitzel! a lovely spa town” joke
5. this absolute masterpiece:
Walton Ford “Gleipnir” 2012
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I was at a diner with some friends and a very tall woman with very red hair and very high heels came up to our table and introduced herself as a professional intuitive medium. We were polite as she proceeded to fumble her way through some cold reads. Are we artists? Yes you could say that. She showed us her evil eye necklace. Which was a swapmeet-esque resin butterfly adorned with what might have been a nazar. She said she had just moved from Sedona, which made a lot of sense. Of the new-age inclined towns orbiting Los Angeles Sedona is a provincial capital. I think she could tell the cold reading was not going well, so she thanked us for our time and headed back to her table. She sat with a man about her age in a fedora and a pointed goatee whose name I assumed was something like "Dante" or "Cuervo." I wish them well.
I feel I didn't do her justice. She was wearing very high heels but this woman must have been six feet without them. She was very tall, and her cloud of hair only made her taller. From the sheer size of her pupils and the way she fingered the necklace she was in the midst of something psychoactive. She also wore a huge green coat with lots of buckles. Also of note; big golden multi-knuckle ring that said "SAPPHIC."
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This insane update from Neocities
[link to Bluesky thread]
Early this morning, we received an email from @namecheap.com that the domain neocities.org was being suspended because of a court order from New Delhi, India (a jurisdiction we don't operate in), which was for an unrelated court order about a sports streaming site on a different domain.
Our domain, neocities.org, was NOT listed in the provided court order document, but Namecheap took the report at face value and suspended the domain anyways, and told us "We have to resolve the issue with the complainant in order to have the domain unsuspended." As in, a legal firm in New Delhi.
Amazingly, we were somehow able to contact their office even though it's midnight in New Delhi, and they acknowledged that taking down neocities.org was a mistake and not what they wanted, and told me they are going to email Namecheap to try to get them to restore the site as well.
So the legal firm that sent the complaint -and- us are both trying to get Namecheap to unsuspend the domain, but as of this writing, they have not responded to any of the requests and we are trying all means to get them to escalate this to a higher priority.
At this point, we have no control over this, only Namecheap does, and Namecheap are the only people that can fix this mistake and unsuspend the domain. Until then, there's nothing we can do to restore service to the subdomain sites and the front site (the custom domain sites still work).
We are already on the phone with an enterprise domain management company and will be moving to a different registrar soon, but we can't even transfer the domain out of Namecheap until they remove the suspension, so either way we're still stuck for now waiting for Namecheap to do something here.
The internet is increasingly becoming dangerous to operate on because of crazy laws and orders like this. A bunk legal complaint in one country, which we aren't even based in, aimed at one alleged infringement issue, has just been converted into infrastructure-level damage against an entire platform
Please accept our apologies for this outage. We will be doing everything in our power to restore the domain and ensure this doesn't happen again.
Other bloggers say service is restored. I just wanted to make sure the description was here.
You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)