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snapshots of my work day:
Sometimes you need synthetic whale noises.
It takes a special kind of human to whistle along to Kraftwerk.
(those two incidents are related.)
Also a prolonged debate on the merits of tacos as a currency. Pros: they’re awesome. Cons: literally everything. When President Trump brings about the apocalypse, my not-terrible coworker (well, he’s mostly not-terrible, but he whistles along to Kraftwerk) hypothesizes that tacos will be the only currency.
Terrible Coworker sat behind us occasionally giving us disbelieving glances but mostly watching Gilmore Girls on her laptop, which she does every shift for at least 45 minutes.
Things I googled today:
when does boy’s voice break at puberty
(apparently 11-15? concurrently, I texted my boyfriend and asked him if it was as awful and awkward as it sounded. He said he really didn’t remember, everything was kind of terrible then. I pointed out that I’d had one of my internal organs begin a regular process of turning itself gorily inside-out at that point in my life, and he conceded that maybe i won.)
can you mix different milliamp-hour-rated nickel metal hydride rechargeables in a single appliance
(apparently, yes, but you probably shouldn’t)
fundido meaning in english
(melted)
election of 1828
(awful)
Welcome to my twisted mind, I suppose. I seem to have decided that Tumblr is such garbage I’m just going to post to it like it’s Livejournal. Only with tags. Which I’m terrible at.

snapshots of my work day:
Sometimes you need synthetic whale noises.
It takes a special kind of human to whistle along to Kraftwerk.
(those two incidents are related.)
Also a prolonged debate on the merits of tacos as a currency. Pros: they’re awesome. Cons: literally everything. When President Trump brings about the apocalypse, my not-terrible coworker (well, he’s mostly not-terrible, but he whistles along to Kraftwerk) hypothesizes that tacos will be the only currency.
Terrible Coworker sat behind us occasionally giving us disbelieving glances but mostly watching Gilmore Girls on her laptop, which she does every shift for at least 45 minutes.
Things I googled today:
when does boy’s voice break at puberty
(apparently 11-15? concurrently, I texted my boyfriend and asked him if it was as awful and awkward as it sounded. He said he really didn’t remember, everything was kind of terrible then. I pointed out that I’d had one of my internal organs begin a regular process of turning itself gorily inside-out at that point in my life, and he conceded that maybe i won.)
can you mix different milliamp-hour-rated nickel metal hydride rechargeables in a single appliance
(apparently, yes, but you probably shouldn’t)
fundido meaning in english
(melted)
election of 1828
(awful)
Welcome to my twisted mind, I suppose. I seem to have decided that Tumblr is such garbage I’m just going to post to it like it’s Livejournal. Only with tags. Which I’m terrible at.
