"So the baby kangaroos—what are they called, joeys? Have the joeys got . . . another baby kangaroo . . ."

Ariel.

Ok got the gear in; I'll let you know how it goes. Not promising, as this is from the manufacturer's website/their idea of funny.

Once you've gotten to know each bean on a personal level, duh . . .

GROUND coffee? Wow, you really DO love the '70s!

Twitter put me in jail once for saying, in effect "Fuck a bunch of Grok. Yes, the AI but also the Douglas Adams term." Banned me for a few days and deleted my post.

I watched that whole season thinking of Mark Fite.

I recently got one of those bendy tripods & thought to use my iPhone as a dashcam every now and then, out of curiosity. (I have a real dash cam, I just like to know how things work.)

At night, it looks like a stroke. Daytime, its iris only gets that blown out by, lemme check . . . The Fucking Sun.

I worked at this uber-hip Atlanta restaurant in the '90s, staff full of artists, DJs, musicians, etc. Just about every one with ridiculously ironic/micro-focused interests/preoccupations, etc. Yet not a single one would go w/me to see The Pipefitters ft. Lou Diamond Philips play a $5 matinee show.

The whisky and cigarettes of the soul.

Sort-of related: 'running' in shooter games. "What kind of xxxxx (pistol/AR/loadout) you running?" Like it's their job, on some union crew, or Delta Force squad.

They probably also call new things 'little'. "I been runnin' this little .45 Magnum and it just keeps on keepin' on . . ."

Lol, but I did once re-buy a copy of Babbitt to leave around for certain bougie relatives to see when they came around, in case they wanted to borrow it.

No, Vangelis def kept making good music after 1980. Looking more and more like him every dasy, tho . . .

(Have to leave that typo in bc it just sounds nice)

I'm a lifelong keyboardist who's been working hands-on with synthesizers since 1980, and even I'm like: "We didn't need to know which brand of synthesizer"