Ohmy! Thank you, I had not seen her works and they are wonderful.
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I don’t know what to think of this. Except that it was 1958, this boy is 13 and white, and not expected to know what “whistle bait” is, much less to be singing about it; why did this happen? Well, so someone else could make money off of it, DUH HUH! And the sister? I feel sorry for her.
Here’s where I learned about the duo:
https://pleasekillme.com/larry-collins/
But yeah, the world was like that back then; his dad suggested he write the song, fercrineowtloud!
We might get away with it.
Arborists Have Cloned Ancient Redwoods From Their Massive Stumps
A team of arborists has successfully cloned and grown saplings from the stumps of some of the world’s oldest and largest coast redwoods, some of which were 3,000 years old and measured 35 feet in diameter when they were cut down in the 19th and 20th centuries. Earlier this month, 75 of the cloned saplings were planted at the Presidio national park in San Francisco.
I have a thing about trees and all the damage we’re doing to the natural world, and this makes me feel a strange mix of emotions. Part of it’s relief. Part is, dare I hope. Part is the return of usually-suppressed anger over our inherent short-sightedness, so evident in our current crisis.
https://e360.yale.edu/digest/arborists-have-cloned-ancient-redwoods-from-their-massive-stumps
I considered using cassowaries, but decided it was too dangerous.
Site isn’t working here. When I kill the modal-- I hate modals they hurt-- it doesn’t let me page down or scroll down.
I once got tasked with filling in for a marketing person by writing a client’s monthly (or weekly?) report about how their PPC ad campaign was doing. I looked through the notes on how to login and see the stats, and looked at the numbers from previous months. There wasn’t much difference in the overall aggregate numbers, so I drilled down into the details.
The client was a small company that had been selling supplies to other local businesses from a brick and mortar store for many years, and had built a website to sell some of their leftover/extra inventory. (It wasn’t setup for selling internationally.) The ads were supposed to be shown on news and business sites and targeted primarily at local visitors that might hopefully recognize the store’s name.
The detailed analytics showed that all the ad inventory was being placed (via a variety of 3rd-party middleman companies with weird names) on day 1 of the period, so no ads displayed the rest of the week/month. They were being displayed on scammy-looking sites with weird names that likely no one had heard of or used. And almost all of the clicks were coming from two places in Africa.
I suggested using a different ad service. That was rejected because this one was cheaper and the client had a limited budget and needed all the ads they could get since they still weren’t selling anything. Instead they were considering increasing their spending to get more ads via the same service.
Clicks are so alluring. Even if you know the metric is fake, it’s exciting to see the number climb.
So, my first nightmare ever of the electricity monster rampaging across the city has finally come true.
O_o
“we lose money on every sale, but don’t worry, we’ll make it up on volume!”
I worked for a person who did similar stuff, at least until he ran out of money and folded the place.
So, I read this comment earlier, before reading @RAvery’s comment. I gasped, wondering what the fuck happened in Tijuana! After a more thorough read, I fear I have used up all my 2018 brain power, and now I’m down to the dregs, like a lighter running out of butane.
Work is going to pick up in a big way later next week, I gotta get my shit together.
No, this was my first honest-to-dog nightmare, from when I was about 4 years old, though the monster looked more like a blend of Reddy Kilowatt and the glowing guy from classic Scooby-Doo title credits, and stood around 50 feet tall.
It must have been a major nightmare for you to remember it all these years later.
It’s probably good that you aren’t in NYC to have seen it first hand
My earliest nightmare was not super specific, but if I ever experience anything even close to that, I will lose. my. shit.