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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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The moral injury of having your work enshittified

This Monday (November 27), I'm appearing at the Toronto Metro Reference Library with Facebook whistleblower Frances Haugen.

On November 29, I'm at NYC's Strand Books with my novel The Lost Cause, a solarpunk tale of hope and danger that Rebecca Solnit called "completely delightful."

This week, I wrote about how the Great Enshittening – in which all the digital services we rely on become unusable, extractive piles of shit – did not result from the decay of the morals of tech company leadership, but rather, from the collapse of the forces that discipline corporate wrongdoing:

https://locusmag.com/2023/11/commentary-by-cory-doctorow-dont-be-evil/

The failure to enforce competition law allowed a few companies to buy out their rivals, or sell goods below cost until their rivals collapsed, or bribe key parts of their supply chain not to allow rivals to participate:

https://www.engadget.com/google-reportedly-pays-apple-36-percent-of-ad-search-revenues-from-safari-191730783.html

The resulting concentration of the tech sector meant that the surviving firms were stupendously wealthy, and cozy enough that they could agree on a common legislative agenda. That regulatory capture has allowed tech companies to violate labor, privacy and consumer protection laws by arguing that the law doesn't apply when you use an app to violate it:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/12/algorithmic-wage-discrimination/#fishers-of-men

But the regulatory capture isn't just about preventing regulation: it's also about creating regulation – laws that make it illegal to reverse-engineer, scrape, and otherwise mod, hack or reconfigure existing services to claw back value that has been taken away from users and business customers. This gives rise to Jay Freeman's perfectly named doctrine of "felony contempt of business-model," in which it is illegal to use your own property in ways that anger the shareholders of the company that sold it to you:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/09/lead-me-not-into-temptation/#chamberlain

Undisciplined by the threat of competition, regulation, or unilateral modification by users, companies are free to enshittify their products. But what does that actually look like? I say that enshittification is always precipitated by a lost argument.

It starts when someone around a board-room table proposes doing something that's bad for users but good for the company. If the company faces the discipline of competition, regulation or self-help measures, then the workers who are disgusted by this course of action can say, "I think doing this would be gross, and what's more, it's going to make the company poorer," and so they win the argument.

But when you take away that discipline, the argument gets reduced to, "Don't do this because it would make me ashamed to work here, even though it will make the company richer." Money talks, bullshit walks. Let the enshittification begin!

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/22/who-wins-the-argument/#corporations-are-people-my-friend

But why do workers care at all? That's where phrases like "don't be evil" come into the picture. Until very recently, tech workers participated in one of history's tightest labor markets, in which multiple companies with gigantic war-chests bid on their labor. Even low-level employees routinely fielded calls from recruiters who dangled offers of higher salaries and larger stock grants if they would jump ship for a company's rival.

Employers built "campuses" filled with lavish perks: massages, sports facilities, daycare, gourmet cafeterias. They offered workers generous benefit packages, including exotic health benefits like having your eggs frozen so you could delay fertility while offsetting the risks normally associated with conceiving at a later age.

But all of this was a transparent ruse: the business-case for free meals, gyms, dry-cleaning, catering and massages was to keep workers at their laptops for 10, 12, or even 16 hours per day. That egg-freezing perk wasn't about helping workers plan their families: it was about thumbing the scales in favor of working through your entire twenties and thirties without taking any parental leave.

In other words, tech employers valued their employees as a means to an end: they wanted to get the best geeks on the payroll and then work them like government mules. The perks and pay weren't the result of comradeship between management and labor: they were the result of the discipline of competition for labor.

This wasn't really a secret, of course. Big Tech workers are split into two camps: blue badges (salaried employees) and green badges (contractors). Whenever there is a slack labor market for a specific job or skill, it is converted from a blue badge job to a green badge job. Green badges don't get the food or the massages or the kombucha. They don't get stock or daycare. They don't get to freeze their eggs. They also work long hours, but they are incentivized by the fear of poverty.

Tech giants went to great lengths to shield blue badges from green badges – at some Google campuses, these workforces actually used different entrances and worked in different facilities or on different floors. Sometimes, green badge working hours would be staggered so that the armies of ragged clickworkers would not be lined up to badge in when their social betters swanned off the luxury bus and into their airy adult kindergartens.

But Big Tech worked hard to convince those blue badges that they were truly valued. Companies hosted regular town halls where employees could ask impertinent questions of their CEOs. They maintained freewheeling internal social media sites where techies could rail against corporate foolishness and make Dilbert references.

And they came up with mottoes.

Apple told its employees it was a sound environmental steward that cared about privacy. Apple also deliberately turned old devices into e-waste by shredding them to ensure that they wouldn't be repaired and compete with new devices:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/22/vin-locking/#thought-differently

And even as they were blocking Facebook's surveillance tools, they quietly built their own nonconsensual mass surveillance program and lied to customers about it:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar

Facebook told employees they were on a "mission to connect every person in the world," but instead deliberately sowed discontent among its users and trapped them in silos that meant that anyone who left Facebook lost all their friends:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2021/08/facebooks-secret-war-switching-costs

And Google promised its employees that they would not "be evil" if they worked at Google. For many googlers, that mattered. They wanted to do something good with their lives, and they had a choice about who they would work for. What's more, they did make things that were good. At their high points, Google Maps, Google Mail, and of course, Google Search were incredible.

My own life was totally transformed by Maps: I have very poor spatial sense, need to actually stop and think to tell my right from my left, and I spent more of my life at least a little lost and often very lost. Google Maps is the cognitive prosthesis I needed to become someone who can go anywhere. I'm profoundly grateful to the people who built that service.

There's a name for phenomenon in which you care so much about your job that you endure poor conditions and abuse: it's called "vocational awe," as coined by Fobazi Ettarh:

https://www.inthelibrarywiththeleadpipe.org/2018/vocational-awe/

Ettarh uses the term to apply to traditionally low-waged workers like librarians, teachers and nurses. In our book Chokepoint Capitalism, Rebecca Giblin and I talked about how it applies to artists and other creative workers, too:

https://chokepointcapitalism.com/

But vocational awe is also omnipresent in tech. The grandiose claims to be on a mission to make the world a better place are not just puffery – they're a vital means of motivating workers who can easily quit their jobs and find a new one to put in 16-hour days. The massages and kombucha and egg-freezing are not framed as perks, but as logistical supports, provided so that techies on an important mission can pursue a shared social goal without being distracted by their balky, inconvenient meatsuits.

Steve Jobs was a master of instilling vocational awe. He was full of aphorisms like "we're here to make a dent in the universe, otherwise why even be here?" Or his infamous line to John Sculley, whom he lured away from Pepsi: "Do you want to sell sugar water for the rest of your life or come with me and change the world?"

Vocational awe cuts both ways. If your workforce actually believes in all that high-minded stuff, if they actually sacrifice their health, family lives and self-care to further the mission, they will defend it. That brings me back to enshittification, and the argument: "If we do this bad thing to the product I work on, it will make me hate myself."

The decline in market discipline for large tech companies has been accompanied by a decline in labor discipline, as the market for technical work grew less and less competitive. Since the dotcom collapse, the ability of tech giants to starve new entrants of market oxygen has shrunk techies' dreams.

Tech workers once dreamed of working for a big, unwieldy firm for a few years before setting out on their own to topple it with a startup. Then, the dream shrank: work for that big, clumsy firm for a few years, then do a fake startup that makes a fake product that is acquihired by your old employer, as an incredibly inefficient and roundabout way to get a raise and a bonus.

Then the dream shrank again: work for a big, ugly firm for life, but get those perks, the massages and the kombucha and the stock options and the gourmet cafeteria and the egg-freezing. Then it shrank again: work for Google for a while, but then get laid off along with 12,000 co-workers, just months after the company does a stock buyback that would cover all those salaries for the next 27 years:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/10/the-proletarianization-of-tech-workers/

Tech workers' power was fundamentally individual. In a tight labor market, tech workers could personally stand up to their bosses. They got "workplace democracy" by mouthing off at town hall meetings. They didn't have a union, and they thought they didn't need one. Of course, they did need one, because there were limits to individual power, even for the most in-demand workers, especially when it came to ghastly, long-running sexual abuse from high-ranking executives:

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/25/technology/google-sexual-harassment-andy-rubin.html

Today, atomized tech workers who are ordered to enshittify the products they take pride in are losing the argument. Workers who put in long hours, missed funerals and school plays and little league games and anniversaries and family vacations are being ordered to flush that sacrifice down the toilet to grind out a few basis points towards a KPI.

It's a form of moral injury, and it's palpable in the first-person accounts of former workers who've exited these large firms or the entire field. The viral "Reflecting on 18 years at Google," written by Ian Hixie, vibrates with it:

https://ln.hixie.ch/?start=1700627373

Hixie describes the sense of mission he brought to his job, the workplace democracy he experienced as employees' views were both solicited and heeded. He describes the positive contributions he was able to make to a commons of technical standards that rippled out beyond Google – and then, he says, "Google's culture eroded":

Decisions went from being made for the benefit of users, to the benefit of Google, to the benefit of whoever was making the decision.

In other words, techies started losing the argument. Layoffs weakened worker power – not just to defend their own interest, but to defend the users interests. Worker power is always about more than workers – think of how the 2019 LA teachers' strike won greenspace for every school, a ban on immigration sweeps of students' parents at the school gates and other community benefits:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/23/a-collective-bargain/

Hixie attributes the changes to a change in leadership, but I respectfully disagree. Hixie points to the original shareholder letter from the Google founders, in which they informed investors contemplating their IPO that they were retaining a controlling interest in the company's governance so that they could ignore their shareholders' priorities in favor of a vision of Google as a positive force in the world:

https://abc.xyz/investor/founders-letters/ipo-letter/

Hixie says that the leadership that succeeded the founders lost sight of this vision – but the whole point of that letter is that the founders never fully ceded control to subsequent executive teams. Yes, those executive teams were accountable to the shareholders, but the largest block of voting shares were retained by the founders.

I don't think the enshittification of Google was due to a change in leadership – I think it was due to a change in discipline, the discipline imposed by competition, regulation and the threat of self-help measures. Take ads: when Google had to contend with one-click adblocker installation, it had to constantly balance the risk of making users so fed up that they googled "how do I block ads?" and then never saw another ad ever again.

But once Google seized the majority of the mobile market, it was able to funnel users into apps, and reverse-engineering an app is a felony (felony contempt of business-model) under Section 1201 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act. An app is just a web-page wrapped in enough IP to make it a crime to install an ad-blocker.

And as Google acquired control over the browser market, it was likewise able to reduce the self-help measures available to browser users who found ads sufficiently obnoxious to trigger googling "how do I block ads?" The apotheosis of this is the yearslong campaign to block adblockers in Chrome, which the company has sworn it will finally do this coming June:

https://www.tumblr.com/tevruden/734352367416410112/you-have-until-june-to-dump-chrome

My contention here is not that Google's enshittification was precipitated by a change in personnel via the promotion of managers who have shitty ideas. Google's enshittification was precipitated by a change in discipline, as the negative consequences of heeding those shitty ideas were abolished thanks to monopoly.

This is bad news for people like me, who rely on services like Google Maps as cognitive prostheses. Elizabeth Laraki, one of the original Google Maps designers, has published a scorching critique of the latest GMaps design:

https://twitter.com/elizlaraki/status/1727351922254852182

Laraki calls out numerous enshittificatory design-choices that have left Maps screens covered in "crud" – multiple revenue-maximizing elements that come at the expense of usability, shifting value from users to Google.

What Laraki doesn't say is that these UI elements are auctioned off to merchants, which means that the business that gives Google the most money gets the greatest prominence in Maps, even if it's not the best merchant. That's a recurring motif in enshittified tech platforms, most notoriously Amazon, which makes $31b/year auctioning off top search placement to companies whose products aren't relevant enough to your query to command that position on their own:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/25/greedflation/#commissar-bezos

Enshittification begets enshittification. To succeed on Amazon, you must divert funds from product quality to auction placement, which means that the top results are the worst products:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/06/attention-rents/#consumer-welfare-queens

The exception is searches for Apple products: Apple and Amazon have a cozy arrangement that means that searches for Apple products are a timewarp back to the pre-enshittification Amazon, when the company worried enough about losing your business to heed the employees who objected to sacrificing search quality as part of a merchant extortion racket:

https://www.businessinsider.com/amazon-gives-apple-special-treatment-while-others-suffer-junk-ads-2023-11

Not every tech worker is a tech bro, in other words. Many workers care deeply about making your life better. But the microeconomics of the boardroom in a monopolized tech sector rewards the worst people and continuously promotes them. Forget the Peter Principle: tech is ruled by the Sam Principle.

As OpenAI went through four CEOs in a single week, lots of commentators remarked on Sam Altman's rise and fall and rise, but I only found one commentator who really had Altman's number. Writing in Today in Tabs, Rusty Foster nailed Altman to the wall:

https://www.todayintabs.com/p/defective-accelerationism

Altman's history goes like this: first, he founded a useless startup that raised $30m, only to be acquired and shuttered. Then Altman got a job running Y Combinator, where he somehow failed at taking huge tranches of equity from "every Stanford dropout with an idea for software to replace something Mommy used to do." After that, he founded OpenAI, a company that he claims to believe presents an existential risk to the entire human risk – which he structured so incompetently that he was then forced out of it.

His reward for this string of farcical, mounting failures? He was put back in charge of the company he mis-structured despite his claimed belief that it will destroy the human race if not properly managed.

Altman's been around for a long time. He founded his startup in 2005. There've always been Sams – of both the Bankman-Fried varietal and the Altman genus – in tech. But they didn't get to run amok. They were disciplined by their competitors, regulators, users and workers. The collapse of competition led to an across-the-board collapse in all of those forms of discipline, revealing the executives for the mediocre sociopaths they always were, and exposing tech workers' vocational awe for the shabby trick it was from the start.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/25/moral-injury/#enshittification

#pluralistic #moral injury #enshittification #worker power #google #dont be evil #monopoly #sam altman #openai #vocational awe #making a dent in the universe

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clementine-kesh · 1 year ago

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concocting a modern voyager au based on don’t trust the b where harry’s the good midwestern boy who moved to nyc for his first post-grad job as a software engineer when the firm he’s supposed to be working at goes under and he has to totally rethink his life. he meets tom while apartment hunting and tom tries the whole roommate scam on him (presenting himself as a great roommate at first then turning into a total nightmare to drive them to break the lease so he can keep the deposit) but harry toughs it out and they become besties + tom develops a huge fat crush on him. janeway is the broadway diva tom is somewhat inexplicably best friends with. b’elanna is the person who was supposed to train harry at his software engineer job/manager of the coffee shop he eventually works at (she got the coffee shop job like ten minutes after getting laid off). idk who everyone else would be but they’d be there too

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moonchildreads · 2 years ago

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small town

Chapter 7 - The Search Is Over

IN THIS CHAPTER: A planned birthday party, nerdy father figures, and The Present Ritual [4.1k]

WARNINGS: brief mentions of deceased parents

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Now I look into your eyes, I can see forever The search is over, you were with me all the while

Saturday, April 26th - 1986

“Honey, there’s someone here to see you,” James knocked on the wooden frame of his daughter’s bedroom door.

“Huh?” she lifted her head from her pillow and looked at the clock next to her bed: 11:02.

Without saying anything else, Dottie’s dad disappeared down the hall, his footsteps heavy on the stairs. Who on Earth was dropping by to see her on a Saturday before noon? Rushing to the bathroom to brush her teeth, she heard her dad yelling from down the stairs again.

“Dorothy, did you hear me?”

“Yes, yes! I’m coming, hold up!” she screamed back at him, grabbing the railing so she wouldn’t trip on her slippers on her way down the stairs.

Dottie opened the front door with a hurried yank and was surprised to find no one at the other side. Worried that whoever had been waiting for her to show up had gotten tired and walked back to their vehicle, she peered around, craning to see down the street. Again, nothing. Not even a soul. There wasn’t even a car parked nearby, only an elderly neighbor spraying his bushes with a slinky hose. Extremely confused, and frankly still rather sleepy, she closed the door and stared blankly at the handle. She turned around and began making her way to the kitchen, questions burning the tip of her tongue. Unsolved mysteries were terrible on her anxious little heart.

Her words died in her throat as she heard familiar voices coming from behind the closed shutters of the passthrough kitchen window. Her eyes widening, she tripped over the rug, throwing herself to the shutters and pulling them open. They hit the walls with a loud bang and the three men on the other side turned to look at her.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?!”

“Jesus, kid, we can leave if you want.”

A loud chortle made its way out of her throat as she leaped through the door to hug one of the two men, the one who wasn’t currently holding a mug of coffee. Joseph looked up from the teenager between his arms, smiling at James and Robert who were watching the very dramatic act unfolding at the kitchen island.

“Did you really think we were gonna miss your 18th birthday, kiddo?” Robert said, stealing the girl from his friend’s arms and squeezing tightly.

“I just never thought- why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“And ruin the surprise? Natalie is sorry she couldn’t come, but she got this for you. She said you should wear it for the party,” Joseph slid a large gift bag across the island.

Uncles Joseph and Robert were two of James Burke’s best friends from college. The three of them met as classmates while pursuing an Engineering degree but Joe and Rob had switched to a more social sciences oriented program during junior year before heading off to Law school after graduation. They had a small but successful firm together in NYC; Joe’s strength was litigation and Rob’s was transactions so it felt natural for them to partner up and navigate the post-graduate world together. As they often said, life was so much easier with the right people around you to raise you up when you stumbled.

It only made sense then that when Dottie’s mom passed away, they took it upon themselves to raise both James and Dorothy up as much as they possibly could. As such, the young girl had spent countless hours at their budding law firm, her short legs swinging from the tall chairs as she doodled or worked on her homework, waiting for her Dad to pick her up after a meeting that ran particularly late. Uncle Joe was the eternal bachelor; born and raised in New York, he always knew the most obscure and fascinating places to take her to. One of her favorite memories was from the time he’d taught her to ride a bike in an old abandoned parking lot that had a fantastic Italian-owned pasta place right around the corner. She’d scraped one of her shins until it bled but they had wonderful gnocchi afterwards so overall it had been a great day. On the other hand, Uncle Rob was married to Natalie and had two kids: six-year old Nate, whom Dottie had babysat numerous times, and newborn Lily, whom the teenager hadn’t been able to meet yet due to moving to Indiana. When they sat down to have a late breakfast, Dottie’s first question before she had even opened Natalie’s gift was to ask for pictures of Lily, which prompted Rob to pull out a stack of recently developed memories from his coat pocket like he had been waiting for her to request them all along.

Aunt Natalie had sent her a precious pair of black ruched booties with the tiniest hint of heel; as she was admiring them, Uncle Joseph appeared behind her with a stack of presents from the rest of the gaggle of aunts and uncles she missed so dearly. There was a small selection of leather-bound Shakespeare books from Aunt Mary Elizabeth and Uncle Johnny, a black skirt with suspenders from Auntie Rachel (You should wear that with the boots tonight, honey!), a gorgeous dainty set of silver earrings with a matching necklace from Uncle Joseph himself, a handmade wooden jewelry box from Uncle Robert, a few rare vinyls from Uncky Paul, and a pair of comfy pajamas from always practical Aunt Barbara. Dottie glanced at the wrapping paper and bows lying around her on the kitchen floor and realized she would never have anything to fear as long as she had these people in her corner.

“Well, now that presents are out of the way,” Uncle Joe began, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Tell me about these D&D nerds who are coming to your birthday party.”

“It’s me, I am the D&D nerd in case you forgot,” she said as nonchalantly as she could, feeling a burst of anxious energy at the thought of her dear uncles meeting her new friends. Thank God Uncle Johnny wasn’t here or he’d offer to DM a campaign out of his ass for everyone.

“To be fair, there was no way on Earth you wouldn’t be a nerd with the dad you have,” Rob said.

“And with the Uncles she has,” James quipped.

“And also the Aunties,” Joe finished, remembering how Rachel used to be their de facto leader during their adventures. “But don’t change the topic, I wanna know about your new friends.”

“You’ll meet them soon enough,” Dottie said with an innocent smile. “You’re gonna love Erica.”

Eddie glanced at his wristwatch again after parking his van outside the address Dottie had scribbled for him on a piece of paper. The watch said 7:53, and he took a deep breath knowing he was more late than he had wanted to be. Henderson probably got here fifteen minutes before the party even started, he thought bitterly. He grabbed the terribly wrapped gift - the reason he was way past fashionably late - from his passenger seat and walked up to the front door, taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.

Dottie’s house was a typical suburban two-story house. The front lawn looked a little bare aside from the mailbox but seemed to be well taken care of, and there was a big tree to the side of the concrete path that led to the front door. The only indication a party was going on inside the house was a colorful banner hanging from the door frame. He rang the doorbell and waited in silence, straining to hear footsteps approaching.

“Hi there,” a man’s voice said. He was tall, had graying hair and light blue eyes. He looked nothing like he had imagined Dottie’s dad would look like. “You one of Dottie’s friends?”

“Y-yeah,” Eddie said nervously and cleared his throat. “Yes, sir, I’m Eddie.”

“Come on in, kid, you’re just in time for the pizza. You can leave your gift on that table, we open them at candle time. Dorothy! You’ve got one more!”

The man hurried down the hallway leaving Eddie to his devices. The teen looked around curiously, taking the opportunity to get into his usual confident persona in private. He noticed a stack of gifts on the entrance table next to the door and felt incredibly shy putting his on top of them; he’d used at least three times more tape than everyone else had used. Hanging his winter coat amongst the myriad of other jackets already on the rack, he rolled his shoulders and walked down the entryway towards the direction the man had disappeared into. Eddie found himself standing in a cozy and modern-looking living room, the rest of the Hellfire Club lounging around on the couch, the floor or on a few beanbags. Jeff, Mike, and Donny were playing cards at the coffee table with another man, dark haired with a short but carefully kept beard. Dustin had thrown himself on a beanbag and was listening to Erica argue about the Supreme Court with the man that had opened the door, and he spotted Gareth coming in from the kitchen with two bottles of soda on his hands, one of them Dr. Pepper.

“Hey, man!” Mike said, noticing him. “We thought you weren’t coming.”

“Nah, just couldn’t find the right house,” Eddie lied, but it was innocent enough for them to buy it.

“Hey, I’m Robert, Dottie’s uncle,” said the dark haired man, putting his hand out to shake Eddie’s without getting up from his spot on the floor.

“Dude, her uncles play D&D too!” Jeff exclaimed excitedly.

“You’re the DM, right?” Robert asked, things starting to click into place for him.

“Yeah, I’m-”

“Eddie!” Dottie’s gleeful scream interrupted his introduction.

Eddie’s hello got stuck in his throat when he turned to see her setting down two plates full of homemade pizza on the dining table and rush to greet him with a tight hug. A mass of curly hair collided against him and he had to thank his quick reflexes for instantly putting his arms around her or else he would have looked like an idiot in front of everyone. She was wearing a white button up shirt with a big collar, a black high-waisted suspender skirt, see-through black tights with silver sparkles that glinted when she walked, and black boots. He noticed she had done her makeup and her hair was a little bit curlier than normal; if Eddie had to be pressed for a theory he would have said she had obviously tried to style herself like Molly Ringwald, one of her favorite teen actresses. She looked up at him from her spot against his chest and smiled. He nearly forgot how to breathe.

“Hey,” he forced himself to say, aware that people were watching. “Happy birthday!”

“Thank you! You got just in time for pizza,” she said, leaving his warmth to catch one of the plates a third man was carrying from the kitchen and safely putting it down on the dining table. “Are you guys gonna eat here or are we moving?” she leaned over her Uncle Robert’s shoulders, taking a peek at his cards.

“We can eat and play at the same time,” the man answered, patting a spot next to him on the floor. “Sit down, kiddo, you haven’t stopped moving since noon.”

“Where were you?” Gareth asked, putting a plastic cup in Eddie’s hand.

“Got lost on the way, ended up at your house,” he lied again.

“You’re Eddie?” the third man asked, setting a plate and napkins on the coffee table; Mike and Jeff hurried to grab the cheesiest pieces. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Really? About lil ol’ me?” Eddie joked, putting a hand on his chest.

“You’re quite the talented storyteller, Dottie says,” Pizza Man affirmed, Dottie instantly making an exasperated face at him. “I’m James, the Dad.”

“Nice to meet you, sir,” he put on his best winning smile and put his hand out to shake his. “You have a beautiful house.”

“Thanks, kid,” James said, amused, shaking the teen’s hand. “Now what’s this I’ve heard about a pack of gnolls getting distracted by two pregnant mules?”

Eddie felt as if he had stepped into an alternate reality of sorts, a place where parents weren’t afraid of him corrupting their children and he was treated with respect and kindness regardless of how he looked like. James was clearly the coolest dad figure he’d ever met, and Uncles Joseph and Robert were very close behind. The three of them had entertained the teens all night with stories about their college times, their own D&D adventures, and assorted misbehaving. It was clear to all of them, however, that their favorite topic aside from “the good old times” was Dottie.

At some point during the party, a box of photos had come out, and much to Dottie’s shame, the three men had proceeded to tell everyone the most terrible and embarrassing tales from her childhood: from her throwing up on her dad’s car after eating too much at a ren fair at age four to her kicking a boy during her middle school prom after he made fun of the flowers in her hair (Oh, he deserved it, said Erica and everyone agreed with her), not forgetting to take a quick detour on her crush on Silver Spoons’ Jason Bateman.

“Oh my god, it wasn’t that big of a deal!” she hid her face in shame behind Donny’s shoulder, who couldn’t stop laughing.

“Honey, you were in love with the kid.”

“I was 13, that wasn’t love! It was at most a little innocent crush!”

“How in love are we talking about here?” Dustin inquired, rocking back and forth on his knees.

“Oh, we’re talking the whole deal, posters on the walls, love letters-”

“I never sent them!” she tried to defend herself, but Erica already had tears in her eyes. The amount of blackmail that girl was storing away for future use was nearing dangerous levels. “It was just… creative writing!”

“You always did love the bad boys,” Uncle Joe said, much to Eddie’s enjoyment.

“Did?” James commented, getting up to get the cake. “You saw her last year when Better Off Dead came out.”

“No! No, no, no, we’re not talking about this anymore! That movie was terrible!”

“If it was so bad then why did you ask Mary Elizabeth to take you to see it twice?” Uncle Robert said, with an air of finality, making Gareth laugh so hard he lost balance on the couch armrest and had to catch himself on Mike’s shoulder before his ass hit the floor.

As the laughter died down and cake and coffee was being set up at the table, everyone started drifting into different parts of the living room to stretch their legs and break off into little conversations leaving Dottie to collect the photos on the coffee table with incredibly red cheeks. Eddie took pity on her and kneeled down to help, curiously looking at the pictures he hadn’t gotten to see with much interest. Dottie was a puzzle he just couldn’t begin putting together, she was full of contradictions and hidden secrets that pulled him in more and more every time he learned something new about her.

His eyes stopped at a photo that seemed to be stuck to the back of another one; the image on top was a snap of little Dorothy dressed for a school play as an 1800s maiden. Taking a glance at Gareth and Dustin peering through the vinyl collection under the TV, he carefully pulled the two pictures apart and discovered a tender picture of a very young woman holding a sleeping baby against her chest. It didn’t have a date on it but if he had to guess, he was willing to bet his best guitar on the tiny baby being Dottie.

“That’s my Mom,” a soft voice coming from his side said. He looked up to see Dottie leaning close to him, her gaze wistful on the photographic paper in his hand. “That’s the last picture we have of her.”

“How old were you?”

“In this photo? Around six months, maybe? She died before my first Christmas so this is around October.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Eddie said, his own heart raw. “I, uh… I know what that’s like.”

“I know,” he looked up at her admission. “Donny mentioned it once when I told him about my Mom, I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t wanna ask in case you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” he smiled and moved his eyes again to the photo. “What was her name?”

“Margaret,” Dottie said, love dripping from every syllable. “Maggie, if she really liked you.”

“She was really pretty.”

“She was. I look nothing like her,” she chuckled.

It wasn’t a lie; Dorothy Burke was practically a carbon copy of her Dad. Her hair was a much lighter shade of brown than his, and while his was straight, hers was naturally wavy, but every other distinctive feature was from James, not Margaret. Her long thin fingers, her straight nose, her full eyebrows, they were all James, James, James. Margaret had a button nose, short stubby fingers and blonde hair. Dorothy often thought that life had been rather unfair to her; she couldn’t look at her Mom in the mirror as she aged and feel like she was growing up with her nearby. She didn’t resent looking like her Dad, she loved him, but there was always a part of her that shone brighter right after someone told her that she resembled her mother in any way.

“You’re right, you don’t,” Eddie admitted, slipping the picture into the box on her lap. “Doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful too.”

Dottie watched him get up and go stand next to her Uncle Joseph who was trying to convince Erica she’d be a great lawyer one day, and from the looks of it, had her on board with it. He thinks you’re beautiful, her brain chimed in. Eddie Munson thinks you are beautiful. She put the lid back on the box and went into the kitchen to help with cake preparations, her heart feeling both heavier and lighter at the same time.

“Open ours first!” Dustin said while he thrust a big box wrapped in glossy gift paper into Dottie’s arms.

“We asked my Mom for ideas, hope it’s okay,” Mike said, a little bit embarrassed he had to ask for backup for something as simple as a birthday present for a friend.

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” Dottie reassured him, tearing into the paper. “Aw, guys! This is so cute!”

They were sitting around the coffee table again after blowing the candles, James and Robert passing out pieces of cake on paper plates as they completed The Presents Ritual as directed by Uncle Joe. Inside Dustin and Mike’s box, there was a stationery set complete with a yellow folder covered with a daisy pattern and a matching pencil case.

“We know you love yellow and daisies,” Dustin said. “And now you can use this for Hellfire instead of your old ass binder.”

The old ass binder in question had fallen apart last Friday during a particularly intense fight that involved a horde of pixies and a bunch of terrible rolls. Next presents were equally thoughtful and Hellfire Club related; Jeff had gotten her a set of glittery dice (“So you don’t gotta use your Dad’s anymore”) and Erica’s little box had contained a set of mini figurines and paint. Donny’s bag, however, was full with a bunch of oversized colorful earrings and jelly bracelets (“My sisters said you might like these”). Gareth and Eddie looked at each other, silently deciding who was gonna go last.

“Alright, who’s next?” Uncle Joseph asked, looking at the two boys.

“You can go first,” Eddie hurried to say, acting like he was giving up his spot out of the kindness of his heart. A Beatles Greatest Hits vinyl was playing in the background.

“Mine’s a little bit… weird,” Gareth said, looking shy all of a sudden. “And it isn’t in the color I wanted but-”

“Dude,” she put her hand on top of his. “Shut up.”

“Okay,” he laughed, watching her rip the soft tissue paper and unfold a gray fuzzy blanket.

“A blankie?” Jeff looked at him, a joke ready on his tongue.

“Michigan gets really cold so…. I thought you might like this since I’m not gonna be around for you to steal my flannels anymore.”

“That’s… shit, you can’t do this to me, I’ve been crying all week!” she grinned at him. “You’re so sweet, G, thank you,” Dottie pulled him into a hug, the blanket bunched up between them.

“I wanted yellow, blue or white but they only had red or gray in this size.”

“Gray is perfect, I love it. I’m gonna take it to class with me when it snows.”

“Hold on, why did you say Michigan?” it was Mike’s turn to be confused.

“She got into UMich,” Donny told him.

“Wait, what?” Erica did a double take.

“You’re the full ride Michigan kid?” Jeff said, putting two and two together.

“You didn’t know?” Gareth asked.

“I only told you and Donny,” Dottie admitted, looking at the floor.

Eddie felt something akin to an arrow to the chest. She hadn’t told them. She only told Gareth and Donny. She didn’t tell me.

“Why didn’t you tell us? A full ride is awesome, you should talk about that more,” Dustin said.

“I don’t know, I… I haven’t really thought about college yet. We still have to finish the campaign, and there’s prom and finals first. It’s not a big deal.”

“Dottie, a full ride absolutely is a big deal,” Uncle Robert reminded her, aware of her tendency to minimize her achievements. “You should be proud of it, you earned that on your own.”

“I know but like… I don’t leave until September. Other things feel more important to me right now, I don’t wanna think about it yet.”

“Sorry I spilled the beans,” Gareth looked sheepish.

“No, it’s okay, I should have told you guys. I’m glad everyone knows, though, I promise I wasn’t hiding it. It just really never came up.”

“Well, with a 3.74 GPA we should have guessed it was you,” Eddie smiled, infinitely proud of her and yet terrified that she was pulling away before he even had a chance to make himself at home in her life. “Don’t be a stranger when you’re gone, alright? Don’t join another party without us.”

“You think you can get rid of me that easily, Munson?” she joked back, slipping into their usual banter for comfort.

“Alright, why don’t we open the last present before James starts moping about his baby leaving for college?” Uncle Joseph said, looking at his dear friend’s face.

“I’m not moping!” he defended himself, but it was clear to everyone that he was.

Eddie cleared his throat dramatically, walked towards her, dropped to one knee with his head bent, and presented the gift like one would present a sword to a king. She laughed and grabbed the soft package; he sprung instantly to his feet and put his arms behind his back, waiting. Dottie narrowed her eyes at him as she undid the ribbon and teared into the crinkly paper. She unfolded a very familiar looking shirt and stared at it with an unfocused gaze.

“It’s been almost a month and you still didn’t have one, so I printed one for you,” Eddie explained. “I hope it’s the right size.”

She looked up at him like he’d just given her his firstborn and threw herself at him with teary eyes. Welcome to Hellfire, Eddie had said during her first session, but this, this was different. This wasn’t a “Welcome to Hellfire” or an acceptance to his club. This was Eddie saying you belong with us in the form of a shirt. In the background, they could hear the boys making a scene, teasing him and complaining that they had had to make their own shirts when they had joined.

“Thank you,” she muttered against his chest. It seemed to Eddie that she did that more and more often every day: hiding her face into his body. He wasn’t complaining. “This means more than you know.”

“Means a lot to me too, darling,” he lowered his face into her hair and whispered back. “Happy birthday.”

Dottie was only vaguely aware that Oh! Darling was playing through the speakers as he squeezed her like he never wanted to let go.

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National Skyscraper Day

Skyscrapers have become pretty commonplace in modern times, and National Skyscraper Day is our golden opportunity to appreciate these architectural marvels and feats of engineering. Skyscrapers grace our big cities with their bold presence and define our skylines with mighty buildings that literally seem to scrape the sky. But skyscrapers have only been around for about 130 years. The world’s first skyscraper was completed in 1885 in Chicago and it stood only 138 feet tall, a mere 10 stories that would not even count as a skyscraper today. But the name stuck, and initially any building that towered high over the surrounding structures was dubbed a skyscraper. Over time, our ability to engineer and construct skyscrapers improved drastically, and now a building must have at least 40 floors to be classified as a skyscraper at all. In crowded urban areas where land space is at a premium, skyscrapers allow us to build upwards rather than outwards, converting a single allotment of land area into 40 or more floors of potential living space. For National Skyscraper Day on September 3, we invite you to join us in taking a long look up.

National Skyscraper Day timeline

1870 Elevators Rise in Popularity

According to one of the top NYC PR Firms, the Equitable Life Building in NYC was the first tall office building with an elevator.

1884 The First Skyscraper

Chicago's Home Insurance Building is built; at 138 feet, it is considered the world's first skyscraper

2010 Burj Khalifa Opens

Burj Khalifa is currently the tallest building in the world at 2,722 feet, including the antennae

National Skyscraper Day Activities

Visit the top of your local skyscraper

Explore your local architecture or engineering

Build your own skyscraper

Chances are, you live within visiting distance of a skyscraper, and National Skyscraper Day is the perfect excuse to see your local skyscraper up close. Take a trip to your skyscraper and get a sense of the building from the inside. Ride the elevator (or dare to climb the stairs) to the top of the building and look out the window at the city around you. The top floors of many skyscrapers have restaurants, tours, or other ways to engage visitors, so poke around the offerings at your local skyscraper and have some fun!

Most of us weren't cut out to be architects or engineers, but that doesn't mean you can't appreciate these two crucial professions and what they bring to many aspects of modern life. National Skyscraper Day is a great opportunity to learn about the styles of architecture in your area. Or if you prefer something a little less artsy, you can read up on the engineering challenges that were overcome to construct the skyscrapers near you. Every area is different, and regional construction challenges had an impact on how your local skyscrapers were built.

Most skyscrapers have a steel framework that works to support various curtain walls, but you can make a miniature version at home with building blocks, dry pasta and glue, or even toothpicks and tongue depressors. Decide on your materials ahead of time, and challenge your friends to a skyscraper contest! Give everyone the same amount of building time, and see who can make the tallest skyscraper of all. You could even hold a skyscraper party with a number of teams all competing for that top spot.

Why We Love National Skyscraper Day

Their lofty top-down perspective

They bring the prestige

They combine science and art

No matter how you slice it, there's one thing all skyscrapers have in common — they're tall. A modern-day skyscraper boasts at least 40 floors from bottom to top, and it can offer you some really unparalleled views of the surrounding cityscape. The higher you go, the smaller the bustle on the ground looks, and the tallest skyscrapers around the world can make the people and even the cars seem like tiny little ants. Whether you're struggling with some mundane problems or seeking a more big-picture outlook on life, there's nothing quite like looking down from the top of a skyscraper.

Whenever a new skyscraper makes the list of the world's tallest buildings, it creates a considerable amount of prestige for the city, state, and country it calls home. Skyscrapers really define the skyline from which a city derives a lot of its identity and unique personality. Hosting a skyscraper is really a mark of your city's economic prowess, and cities with more skyscrapers tend to see more business activity than cities with lower rooftops. If you've ever opted for a hotel's penthouse suite or felt impressed by a top-floor corner office, you've experienced the allure of skyscraper prestige firsthand.

Though the official origins of National Skyscraper Day are unknown, it remains clear that skyscrapers are a true testament to the awesomeness of humanity. They are gargantuan projects that rely on heavy-duty science and the artistry of design in equal measure. Skyscrapers require brilliant architects who can design beautiful buildings that will proudly feature in the city skyline for generations to come. But skyscrapers also rely on ingenious engineers to turn architectural designs into a real-world plan of action founded on modern scientific principles.

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kicksaddictny · 1 year ago

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PUMA All-Pro NITRO Lime Squeeze

PUMA Hoops has launched its latest basketball silhouette, the All-Pro NITRO.

Available in a lime-squeeze colorway, the All-Pro NITRO is a direct descendent of the original Clyde All-Pro NITRO which was previously released in 2021.

The All-Pro NITRO is the first PUMA Hoops shoe to feature NITRO™ SQD foam, a soft inner layer of NITRO™ foam for cushioning combined with a firm outer layer of NITRO™ foam for multi-directional movements. This silhouette includes a specially engineered knit upper made with multi-zoned materials for targeted support, a supportive but breathable fit, as well as cord lock-down lacing system in the forefoot for lateral stability that extends down through the shoe.

Retailing for $130, the All-Pro NITRO is available now on PUMA.com, the PUMA mobile app, the PUMA NYC Flagship store and at Foot Locker, Kids Foot Locker and Champs Sports

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cvrsons · 2 years ago

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INTRODUCING.

michael evans behling | he/him | cis man | Have you met CARSON WILLIAMS yet ? They’re the TWENTY-SEVEN year old HYDROLOGIST that lives around WEST POINT HOMES. I think they’ve lived in Seattle for FOUR YEARS. From what I’ve heard, they’re LAIDBACK but they can also be ANALYSTICAL if you get on their bad side. When I think of them, I usually think of LONESOME DAY BY BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN.

HIGHLIGHTS.

27 years old but already a career switcher : formerly a software engineering major at google turned hydrologist at noaa — yeah the world works in interesting ways ; moved into west point homes TWO years ago ; laidback & easy going, quick to smile and always willing to extend a helping hand ; stress-baker bc stress running is bad for his knees.

THE STORY.

— born in fresno. dad is an OR surgeon, mom is a nurse. they had a busy work schedule but they made it work. when carson was about 5 they moved north to portland following an opportunity that allowed both his parents more flexible hours to spend more time with family, and carson. he spend much of his childhood splashing around in the ocean, hanging out on beaches, barely stepping foot inside, not even when it rained.

— but eventually the good weather waned and it wasn’t because of any emotional abandonment that carson found himself drawn to computers, but the family’s busy lifestyle certainly lend itself to carson entertaining himself when possible. that love for the digital only grew as the internet and digital era began its rise, seemingly right in tandem with carson’s own growth.

— it probably wasn’t surprising that carson ended up perusing a software engineering degree when it came time for college. what was surprising was he chose a school on the east coast. for someone who valued family ( and still deeply does ) and was a bit of a home-body it was a surprise, but carson figured it was time to step out of his comfort zone.

— had the usual college experience, graduated on time in 4 years and was lucky enough to land a position with a large firm right out of college. worked remotely, though said firm was headquartered in nyc.

— work however... was not nearly as full-filling or interesting as he would like it to be, even after landing a coveted position at google. he stuck it out for two years, helped along by a lucrative salary before he decided a change was much needed.

— it was visiting a friend back in seattle, seeing the ocean again, remembering there are much greater forces at work here. after some thought, he ended applying for graduate school, ultimately getting his masters in hydrology & hydrodynamics from the university of washington - seattle.

— graduated two years ago from the program, and started working for noaa in their seattle office not long after that!!

PRESENT DAY.

— carson moved into an apartment in west point homes in july 2020 ( 2 years ago ). before that, while he went to UW, he lived in the swindelbrook st apartments. from then it’s was easy to settle right in. the career change has done wonders for him --- it’s still a lot of computer based worked, but more data and modeling focused which he loves. he still dabbles in web design through his free lancing which is constantly growing --- especially with a surprising request from the kraken, the newest nhl team.

— works primarily at noaa’s office, not too far of a commute from his apartment. even so, he appreciates the quiet times in the morning and evenings. sometimes he employs his electric longboard, but most of the time he takes the bus. though occasionally, he does just work from the apartments where he has a pretty slick set up in his bedroom. he also sets up in various nearby cafes too. there are some perfectly fine mondays and fridays that he just can’t be bothered by the commute either lol. change of scenery is important for carson to work efficiently, otherwise he gets bored.

— stress baking was something that he clung onto early in his high school days and much more so when he moved to college. it reminded him of home and his mother’s baking —often with unique nigerian influences. carson is no chef, not like some of his friends, but he isn’t living on pb&j either. it’s not uncommon for carson to look up where a certain nigerian food truck is and hunt it down either.

— hobbies : baking, indoor rock climbing, various gym workouts, running, a bit of freelance web design, longboarding, people watching, karaoke ( not good but spirited )

— hangouts : various different coffeeshops near his aparment ( or near his office building ), nearby gym, a nearby indoor climbing gym, any park

— carson is generally very pleased with where he’s ended up now. it’s still far from having a life plan but steady income, a nice place to live, and a job he enjoys is definitely a good foundation to build more things on.

PERSONALITY.

— + laidback, adaptable, intelligent, helpful ; - analytical, disorganized, forgetful, hyper-focused or aloof ( rarely in between )

— carson is a friendly person whose presence often puts others at ease. he’s always quick to smile, even at those he doesn’t know. has a tendency to think of everyone as a friend until proven he should think otherwise --- or is biased based on his current friends’ opinions.

— definitely not high strung and likes to think he requires very little to be happy. easy-going, relaxed, even when under pressure. occasionally, his easy-going nature can be misconstrued as not caring but that is certainly not true.

— always meets his deadlines, though more often than not, the bulk of his work is cranked out directly before said deadline. good at multi-tasking but his time management could definitely use a little tlc, even still.

— extremely disorganized. not necessarily in a physical sense. his apartment is neat enough, and he doesn’t like feeling like his space is messy --- definitely not a help to an already disorganized mind. carson is incredible disorganized in his thinking and often in his execution. carson needs many things going at once so he can jump from one to another if he needs to. sometimes he can work for hours on one project, other times, it’s something new every 20 minutes. breaks are crucial for times like the latter.

— a helpful personality. doesn’t turn away from people in need and likes feeling needed : hence his willingness to constantly extend a hand to those who need one. seattle is a busy place and sometimes, people fall down. lots of people might walk by but carson will stop, even if he’s running late.

— likes to make friends, but that being said, when he doesn’t like someone he’s very internal about it. he believes in being polite to save face --- which sometimes is great, other times... not so much.

— a hard working himself, he doesn’t like when people don’t try to do their best ( regardless of the outcome ). he especially doesn’t like if someone says they’ll do something and then proceeds to not do it.

— level-headed to a fault. keeps things bottled up sometimes to “save face.” stress-reliever baking to the rescue ahaha.

APPEARANCE.

— 6′2″, 200 lbs, muscular from the result of a highly active lifestyle outside an “office job”

— hair often buzzed into a fade, stubble/scruff more common than not though he never sports an actual beard.

— 20/20 vision but uses blue light glasses while he works. consider this look.

— style : loves a good pattern and his shirts are often patterned or textured. slim fit pants, but not tight. clothes that are easy to move around in. loves all colors. loves all neutrals. definitely wouldn’t consider himself fashionable, but has decent taste.

— tattoos & scars : no tattoos, a large collection of various scars everywhere from an active childhood and an ability to try anything at least once.

— quirks : always moving in some way ( tapping fingers, a jumping knee, a tapping heel or foot ), has a tendency to look deeply focused, a “friendly” face that fits his helpful demeanor, quick to smile, very good at hiding when he’s displeased

— probably goes without saying but the look in all my graphics w the scruff & rainbow jacket is simply The Vibe. see this gifset.

MISC. HEADCANONS.

— certainly a home baker, nothing special or fancy. various cookies, brownies, various cookie bars, the such. everyone loves his brownies and says they’re the best ( irony is carson doesn’t really like brownies ). doesn’t care so much for presentation. not really one to sell his baked goods, though neighbors always know when they might be saddled with the consequences of carson’s stress baking when the fragrant aromas start creeping down the hall. doesn’t like being told what to bake. he accepts suggestions but they might not come to fruition until weeks later. it’s just a good stress reliever for him that isn’t as hard on his knees as running is. kinda wants to dabble in bread making. kneading sounds like it’d be a great stress reliever too.

— a messy baker though. the kitchen looks like a disaster when he’s through with it, but he’s very good with the clean up. it can be just as satisfying too.

— loves dogs but doesn’t want to commit to getting one. his past apartments didn’t allow pets anyway

— naturally an early riser dating back to college. his work schedule is notably flexible so long as he works his 8 hours a day / finishes his tasks. however, carson likes to keep a schedule and finish his work with plenty of hours left in the day to do other things he finds fun. never one to finally get on by 10 am, it’s not uncommon to see carson set up by 7 am for a finish time around 3 or 4, depending on how many breaks he took.

— has mild adhd. mostly manifests in small quirks and stretches of hyperfocus followed by unfocused periods. struggles to explain things in a logical way, though it is something he’s working on and had to work on for work. commenting out his code has helped him to find logic in his thoughts. doesn’t write things down, and was never the type to keep a planner. tries to keep to-do lists bc crossing things off is satisfying but it hasn’t taken quite yet.

— an analytical mind always likes to try to put things into a logical perspective, cause and effect, things like that. that being said, is in touch with his emotional side and rarely turns away from somewhere in need. it’s lead to a few times of him being taken advantage of but the fact hasn’t tinted carson’s life outlook.

— a very fast typist. in part a remnant of his software engineering degree, also in part due to a lifetime of growing up around computers. he had a typist job in high school too, something he kept up through college until he started landing relevant internships. carson can be very picky with his keyboards though, often opting for specialty ones with that make a nice clicky noise and feel solid to type and code with. had to see multiple laptops before he finally settled on one he liked ( a pc, not a mac ).

— lover of late 90s early 00s rock music. what he grew up listening to. it keeps him going during the work day and for most other things too.

— infinite iced lattes made throughout the day with the espresso machine that’s in his apartment.

— multi-sport athlete growing up : soccer, basketball, lax, football, track, hockey... didn’t play during college, just on various club or intramural teams. though he took his time playing seriously and loved it, he knew he was never going to be good enough to even consider going pro. religiously follows all the major sports in the seattle area and is always happy to go to a game. loves the atmosphere of sports games.

— still active. loves to surf, at the gym on a regular basis, trying new things ( one of which was indoor climbing which he loves now ), running though not too much bc his knees hate him for it. daily routine includes morning workouts/yoga session and evening walks ( no matter the weather ).

— engages a lot and surfs social media a lot, but rarely posts on platforms himself. more likely to post on his stories than actual posts themselves.

OOC.

hello everyone !! i’m o ( 21+, est, they / them ). just happy to be here and vibe <3. i started a list of flexible plot ideas HERE, so be sure to check those out. discord is my preferred contact method so feel free to reach out there if you have any ideas or are feeling inspired !!

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nycerny · 2 years ago

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Protecting Your Building's Exterior: The Importance of Facade Repair and Maintenance Services in NYC

The exterior of your building is the first thing people see when they approach it. A well-maintained and visually appealing facade can make a great first impression and increase your property value. However, over time, wear and tear can take a toll on your building's exterior. That's where facade repair and restoration services in NYC come in.

Facade repair and maintenance services in NYC specialize in repairing and maintaining building exteriors. They can help protect your building from the elements and ensure it looks its best for years to come. Here's what you need to know about facade restoration services in NYC and how they can benefit your building.

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lavelled · 11 days ago

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I’m sick over the crash at the Muan International Airport in South Korea. At posting, we don’t know what caused the aviation disaster, other than a reported bird strike. I’ve written about the movie, Parasite, several times before, including mentioning, reverently, my Screen Actors Guild Award winning actor, Lee Sun-kyun, who killed himself last Christmas. He played the father of the wealthy family.

An apocalyptic media presence for Meta CEO, Mark Zuckerberg, suggests that there exists a fallout, zombie-invasion, doomsday bunker in Hawaii for tech moguls.

For the contemporary reader, you have to admit, it seems plausible. Think of my life and the rise in Windsor Generational activity in the last couple of years. I wish the central thesis was a bit clearer. But I think what you’re saying, Biz, is that you watch, too. At least you’re observing him. Tom probably, too. A Luther Stickell. How a stitched-up, vengeful, crotch-grabbing, eager-beaver, pedophile rapist wheedled his way to a NYC doorstop recently remains a mystery. I guess an accented, red-headed rapist caught a system entirely by surprise. I don’t want him near the East Coast. I’d also prefer a third ex to be in the tech bunker. He’s a hunter of skulls to crush. If all this security surveillance was dramatized in The Social Network, I missed it. I just don’t get how it’s legal, at least not a violation, to openly, plainly, directly, blatantly contact the person within a confidentiality agreement. Harry did that. From Harry impersonating celebrities and their fan club presidents in pageant-style arrogance to publicly exchanging written dialogue as a concerned housewife to our tappity tap tap of blocking and unblocking morse code when all this evidence wasn’t performed surreptitiously.

Are you telling me that Silicon Valley lawyers cannot prove that as a practical matter, Prince Harry has egregiously violated gag order materials in a confidential relationship by installing spyware on my devices and conversing with me directly? For years?

You’re saying this airhole shitbag with knife dildo fantasies and his supercharged technology, invisible to no one, who intentionally yet disparagingly calls me out pretty much everywhere on the internet, beckoning my attention with his choice of fonts and unflattering sobriquets, he’s not violating some kind of intellectual property infringement? It’s his right to speak freely? There’s unauthorized use everywhere. Hollywood—in accordance with pacts—has had to refer to me by numbers, symbols, initials, stickers, body paint and Sanskrit, and here’s Harry Windsor, your fiery hued CEO, of all criminals in the world, ungoverned as he gives himself up in cyber print.

To past and present Twitter CEOs and Board of Directors, Product Engineers, Human Resources Business Partners, Head of global ad sales, and General Counsel, Jack Dorsey, Noah Glass, Noah Vihinen, Evan Williams, Florian Weber, Richard William Costolo, Parag Agrawal, Omid Kordestani, Peter Currie, Patrick Pichette, Bret Taylor, Ned Segal, Sherwin Baghai, Leslie Berland, Sean Edgett, Dan Davydov, Larry Ellison, Vijaya Gadde, Marcela Benitez Reyes, Robin Wheeler, the firms Union Square Ventures and Sequoia Capital, and Andreessen Horowitz, Linda Yaccarino, Renee Atwood, Numazer Pavri, Keith Coleman, Matt Derella, Kristin Binns, Renato Leite Monteiro, Alex Josephson, Jenner Balagot, Ged Tarpey, Yoel Roth, Sarah Personette, Kathleen Pacini, and, of course, Isaac Biz Stone:

Hi. You can read the wail and rage and totalitarian political ideology that Harry preaches to young adults from his desk cubbyhole of privilege; you can barrel through or just casually yawn and idle the day away with the teachings: Hitlearn. Nazombie. Zombieteen. Zombie Bonez. Nizzie Laughinghouse. Adolpha Lee. Adolph Hamlet 2. Adolphathewolf. Adolph Reed who could be anybody. Adolph Hare, which could be anybody. Adolph Herley. Izan Lopez, hidden backwards. He writes, verbatim: Naziflower. Accept permanent decline or we will call you a Nazi. Its amazing how much they love those NAZI Good Old Days. Nazi-British 'moral compasses' surely converged and pointed the same direction. Twitter is wild because I can say “fuck nazis” and it's a controversial take. Like Nazi moths to a Nazi flame. Forced to work as a nurse at a Nazi 'baby factory' called Hochland Home. This debutante wants you to know she's a nepo baby, not a Nazi baby. LOCK THIS NAZI WHORE UP. Nazi nun. The shoe fits you nazi whore. My korean nazi whore showing me her new “cool” tattoo. Cope and seethe nazi whore. Fuck you, you mother fucking trump worshipping Nazi whore. Yep. I'm a Nazi whore. Save your comments, you cunts. What's cuter than a Goth girl? A NaziGoth girl! Twitter has become Elons personal Nazi porn bar. Do we have nazi porn bots yet.

If you’re going about your daily errands and a guidebook to sexual fingering seems to be just the right thing, the establishment known as The X app is the place for you. I warn you, he’s neither a gentleman nor a grammarian. Harry’s own words on Twitter, like a symphony conductor:

1. fingering u. starts fingering you Fingering you in front of a full body mirror. Don't close your legs, see how my finger play with your pussy. fingering you while having a normal conversation about your day. Fingering you while making eye contact. kissing you and fingering you while you wear my shirt. HOW TO FINGER: I'll be showing everyone a unique method in which you can use in messaging your girl's clit, and pvssy. fingering her with a mood ring on to see if she's mad at me. and fingered as in "having fingers"! you nasties! She ain't just let him finger her kat in the middle. Finger Kate. Violin Fiddle Cello Clock by fiddlekate. big mama fiddle queen. Kadoodles. I lick my fingers. Same thing kinda. A handfucking convention. hand fucking makes me so. mmmm. MOM'S HELPFUL HANDFUCKING TIPS! Fingering her under her lovely sundress is such a delight. Brunch dates all summer fingering her under the table & stirring my drink with the same finger and letting her taste it. harry when he liked the tweet of the girl fingering herself back in 2014 then decided to cover it up by liking pictures of kittens. Ride those fingers. heavensbvnny. fingering her tight teen egirl pussy then tasting it on snapchat. POEM: this old man is fingering this young woman at the bar. #prince #harry Fingering book is crazy. How the hell is he - recording - fingering her - and driving. All at the same time.

Did I mention the double entendre of fingering in Henry Windsor code means fin, dolphin, whale hump, whale, Wales?

Anybody want to give Prince Harry and his wife the Distinguished Leader in Feminism Award? The Feminist Majority’s Eleanor Roosevelt Award? How about another Women of Vision Awards Ceremony in New York City like you did in 2023 when Gloria Steinem, a true hero, presented the selected breeding Californian who knew of scissor-clamp plans and that her husband had set up the nymph evening purposefully so that the whole world got to hear his preferred Steinem and hymen manner of speaking? There’s no denial of personal responsibility anymore. If institutions or organizations employ, profile or reward Meghan Markle based on feminism, anything wholesomeness or homemaking after her Insta-blogging chisel reveal, her broadcast news and Internet disallowance, Windsor Family legalese signing, and the fact that all of humankind knows her relationship is the close intimacy of a cheque and script, I’ll get the impression you’ve assumed the burden of guilt and I’ll list your organization, your executives and their spouses by name. I don’t rejoice out loud to youth suicide, which happened a lot near a royal counterfeit wedding and hasn’t let up.

On Twitter are pirated photos from Instagram without consent (what his family is known for), silk pantyhose and Grandpacore, couples into Shibari culture (google it) that he combats with “Shibarius was a beast” because Harry’s an oozing jealous little bitch, rape confessions, rape wishes, rape taunts, entangled reminders, pure bedlam threats, incarceration threats, ruminations on both entrapment and sex, turning a cancer diagnosis into a commodity, Merlot wine whining, Bring Your Dad to Work Day, Nazism, fingering, his cutting vocalism, giving your website a nice ultra-dark knife dildo atmosphere, inciting violence, his input on suicide to a point of despair, glorifying suicide, blaming suicide on Tom, wishing death on his lasting enemies, writing I like cats and hate living, rewriting history to destroy lives if you’re an actor he doesn’t like, going after athletes at slightly faster speeds, celebrity impersonations, redefining what it means to be first, using machinery to promote his propagandized marriage, leaning on linguistic cultural appropriation, typing negative observations and his natural instinct for the n-word.

His step-mum. He reduces her to puerile talk. Vivat Regina Camilla. Cam Chuck. Chief Queef. Camilla Hole. Camilla Hornebo. Twat Talk Queen. Camila Pastel. Camillassexpart. Kamilla Parkes. Camilla Park-her Bowels. Camilla Creampie. Camilla Baker 1. Camilla Tyrpak. Camillion Corp. Camillia Bedillia. Like reading the footstep stomps of a temperamental child, tripping over strewn toys, if that child was an overgrown sneak and notorious pedophile rapist with mummy issues who wants to finger his sister-in-law. Nobody else has an abundance of free time in which to strongly dislike or adore Camilla Parker Bowles online.

Currently, there is Twitter misuse. I don’t care that there’s a Heavy Flow Fanpage. I do care that kids need social media whether it’s to remedy loneliness, neglect, low self-esteem, poor physical health, eating disorders, or lack of stable housing—irony since it’s young people who are the ones who possess good internet skills and less rape pursuit, but feel guilty or gross using Twitter with the imagery and language that is spewed out by Prince Harry. If done right, their health-related quality of life can actually be improved by social media. In the wrong hands, the tendency to self-harm, feel distress, hopelessness and victimization or be suicidal can lead to a deadly reality. The lofty aesthetic of Twitter, in CEO Prince Harry’s control, has been his misplaced yammering, buzzwords, innuendo, insinuation, euphemism, and lexicon deviousness about a distorted long-held grudge. Why is the person in charge of literati, digital journalism and news headlines the one starting offensive hashtag trends and offering insights into fingering Princess Charlotte? The executives at Twitter don’t need to be clinicians. They just need to give a shit and demote him.

You gave the worst human a platform to have a significant impact on society. Speaking of platforms: The Golden Gate Bridge. It used to be described as a suicide magnet. About 2,000 people have jumped off the bridge to their deaths since it opened. In January of this year, they installed a safety netting, or barrier, to prevent an intentional tragedy. They say that the netting deterrent is a symbol of compassion. On January 28, 1993, Steven Page murdered his wife Nancy and then threw his 3-year-old daughter, Kellie, off the bridge, then he climbed over the railing himself and jumped to his death. I was barely out of my teens. Roy Raymond was born in Connecticut. A prodigy, he started a wedding invitation business at age 13 in Fairfield. He attended Tufts and Stanford Graduate School of Business. On August 26, 1993, at 46 years-old, Raymond jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge, killing himself. Roy founded the billion dollar company, Victoria’s Secret. I was barely out of my teens. Casey Joanna Brooks, a Redwood High School student in California, 17, adopted by American parents from Poland, graduated at a particularly young age and earned early admission to Bennington College in Vermont, but on January 29, 2008, she jumped from the Golden Gate Bridge, ending her young life.

Prince Harry’s computer-linked coaxing into firsties, ownership, suicide, death, and leashed misogyny remains undimmed in 2024. Thanks to Twitter.

I have celebrity screengrabs that show Prince Harry’s moods and sociopathy. A few comedians flustered him because their comedy output proved at odds with his unorthodox notions of rape and entry point. Amy Schumer was labelled a joke thief online and in the press because she had the audacity to write and produce a Friday Night Lights parody. She and her writers use wine, football and rape culture to highlight the aggression of sport, the often excused off-field behavior while also revealing the Windsor’s psycho rationalization for drafting and passing along a rape clause, all in impeccable precision. It’s called Football Town Nights and it debuted on her show in 2015. In 2016, Amy was accused of stealing other comedians’ jokes. Total coincidence.

Football Town Nights — link below:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TM2RUVnTlvs

In 2017, there were online rumors or grumblings of sexual harassment by comedian, Louis C.K. Then five female comics accused him of on-set inappropriate behavior. He apologized and expressed remorse for the unwanted sexual encounters. He was then fired from the FX comedy, Better Things, but remained a writer on a show that he helped create. I find a couple of things ironic. Louis C.K. whose real name is Louis Alfred Székely, though older than me, attended high school one town over; is Mexican with ginger red hair; his initialed last name phonetically sounds like his ethnic name yet is the initials of the company my model cousin once represented. I don’t think the comedian-actor who went to school near me, with 3 sisters of his own, ever warmed to the idea that a young woman was being tethered and told who to fuck. Go figure.

Michael Richards. He’s as well-known for playing Cosmo Kramer on Seinfeld as he is for his 2006 racist rant at a comedy club. I’ve never been eager to listen to or watch his videoed heckler interaction. Something definitely stands out: that six number. Michael starred in one of the most highly-regarded sitcom back when my sisters and I were very young. From 1989 to 1998. A lot of the characters and actors on the show bear family names, including his own middle name. I don’t think the ex-Armyman particularly savored the idea of signing paperwork pertaining to one little girl caught in a revenge fantasy which he then had to craft slapstick routines and punchlines around and spout to a guy named Jerry.

I’ll never get how one family was able to flourish in such noblest of ways when virtually everybody knew their secrets. Harry makes it seem like Twitter is his public service to the encaved loner when it was his family who put up this partition in the first place. Harry grew vastly richer after September 11. How it that fair? All I see when I see King Charles, Prince William, Prince Harry and Meghan Markle is four heartless underdogs of social ladder climbing, and also school and mosque shootings, people jumping off ivory towers and domes and bridges to their deaths and respected and talented people fading into obscurity. Society gave this family ribbon cutting prosperity. Invitations to Africa and South Africa to represent the crown. His WellChild events when he denied me basic human rights as a girl and never let up with his own-able and tagged vaginal press. A filmmaking career when he and his family kept me unhireable and financially ruinous in the arts.

If important people with connections and people in positions of power—over four long decades—bestowed less adoration, less goofy wacky depictions, less niceties in surplus to the predator contract son responsible for prolonging the unequal divide, I think I would have figured it out sooner, until one day, while borrowing someone else’s blog, I asked: why not sue him for breach of contract with the screengrabs?

Her deleted Insta

I already showed 4 of her rough-cut admissions. Rock, paper, scissors, nutcracker, childhood hometown, 2016 they started dating:

Fight club stamp, a few minor suggestions, knife-wise:

John is Tom, knife laid upon red napkin:

Gin and Tonics Game Night. Apples, like her jam company, means firstly rape; scotch means caught; chip chop; cutting cutter:

Bereaved and Bereted in 1998, third wheel varsity high school jackets:

A relief press is an etching printing press; in 2003; bracelet and hanging strand of string on right side:

My Little Ponies. Archewell Productions, Boardwalk Pictures, and Nacho Figueras: Prince Harry has always used hobbyhorsing to proclaim 1st-ies on behalf of his elderly father, declaring first rape of a little girl who says no:

Archewell Productions, Boardwalk Pictures, and Nacho Figueras: An author, Judy Blume reference whose books were published in the 1970s; overriding a little girl until she can’t walk; spurring a girl:

2022 Harry & Meghan Netflix documentary about a high-speed crash that never happened; SHE, not him, utters scripted onscreen dialogue about a pap (pop) and scooter (cooter) like it’s everyday conversation to entertain fans with; she’s not a victim:

Prince Harry paid for goods, services and heirs. Hence, why his 2018 tweets are so vulgar and ungallant; also, he’s really really into mouth holes:

Duchess mouth hole because he posts them:

A regular NHL ad that he regarded as the Great War so in derangement he spliced her mouth hole into the commercial:

Duchess proving that any dress is a built-in bed when she wears it:

Prince Harry doesn’t appreciate SNL when they go after his two-faced lifestyle in realism mode. This photo, I think, was inspiration for a Dame Emma Thompson sketch… link to comedy below —

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PNtvXTjVg0

Scammers:

September 1, 2023, Harry, Meghan and her mother. Mirrorball dancing at Beyoncé's Renaissance concert in Los Angeles. Sad victims:

Pedophile old-timer faking cancer at 76:

Harry’s red-dotted love for his step-mum:

Guy and gal heartblood genital mutilation:

Harry’s dream-drool for his niece Charlotte:

In 2016, Amy was wrongly accused of stealing jokes because of her football rape parody; because of Tom Cruise; and I guess because she has a legal age something, which is too repulsively old for The House of Windsor:

Same year as unsuccessful cancellation; self-admission of hardest (harry) and working (prince):

17 aged timecode. Autumnal leashing. Three months after fake wedding. Humiliating or embarrassed meaning redhead or red-faced:

Harry penalized Louis C.K. by projecting anger at my cousin onto him. Guest equals firstly in a queue:

Golly, Tom must own a London flat because Montecito:

Crotch-out presentation of September 11 reparations that his family and wife and kids have enjoyed:

Harry’s seething over Bookclub blogs that began in the summer, but he can’t express it via Archillect so he tucks his anger away in UK rape-play dungeons as you do:

But how can we be sure that he wants to cut a sea-green lady:

A Brighton Breach Memoir. . .

I visited my good friend, Celica, right before XMAS and she was privatized. You added blood splatter to her picture. Since she’s a shy and wily geisha, I figured she was just apprehensive conversing on the new sex dungeon X layout. But now, she’s disappeared. Her articulation and profile. Gone. You've been decoying Ohtani me all week via the press and Reddit. Something tells me you know you infringed upon a legal pact. Could this be true?

I have some Celica screengrabs that I saved from years ago:

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Tomorrow (November 29), I'm at NYC's Strand Books with my novel The Lost Cause, a solarpunk tale of hope and danger that Rebecca Solnit called "completely delightful."

#15yrsago Peak Population: when will population growth stop, why, and how? https://www.alexsteffen.com/peak_population_and_sustainability

#15yrsago James Boyle’s “The Public Domain” — a brilliant copyfighter’s latest book, from a law prof who writes like a comedian https://memex.craphound.com/2008/11/29/james-boyles-the-public-domain-a-brilliant-copyfighters-latest-book-from-a-law-prof-who-writes-like-a-comedian/

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#10yrsago New CC licenses: tighter, shorter, more readable, more global https://creativecommons.org/Version4/

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#5yrsago The prosecutor who helped Jeffrey Epstein escape justice is now a Trump Cabinet member https://www.miamiherald.com/news/local/article220097825.html

#5yrsago Reddit takes a stand against the EU’s plan to break the internet https://www.redditinc.com/blog/the-eu-copyright-directive-what-redditors-in-europe-need-to-know/

#5yrsago The secret history of science fiction’s women writers: The Future is Female! https://memex.craphound.com/2018/11/29/the-secret-history-of-science-fictions-women-writers-the-future-is-female/

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#5yrsago Redaction ineptitude reveals Facebook’s 2012 plan to sell Graph API access to user data for $250,000 https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2018/11/facebook-pondered-for-a-time-selling-access-to-user-data/

#5yrsago Google engineer calls for a walkout over China censorship and raises $200K strike fund in hours https://twitter.com/lizthegrey/status/1068208484053856256

#5yrsago Correlates of Trump voting: searches for erectile dysfunction, hair loss, how to get girls, penis enlargement, penis size, steroids, testosterone and Viagra https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/monkey-cage/wp/2018/11/29/how-donald-trump-appeals-to-men-secretly-insecure-about-their-manhood/

#5yrsago Google’s secret project to build a censored Chinese search engine bypassed the company’s own security and privacy teams https://theintercept.com/2018/11/29/google-china-censored-search/

#5yrsago Mozilla pulls a popular paywall circumvention tool from Firefox add-ons store https://web.archive.org/web/20181130141509/https://github.com/iamadamdev/bypass-paywalls-firefox/issues/82

#1yrago The Big Four accounting firms are one (more) scandal away from collapse https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/29/great-andersens-ghost/#mene-mene-bezzle

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