… In the last fifteen or so minutes, he got an email “message” from what looked like the USPS. BitDefender (bless them) caught it and said, “Uh, you might want to look at this before you even THINK about complying with the request”.
It wasn’t from the USPS, even with the pilfered logo. Not even close. The message was addressed to “Dear sales” and said a package we had shipped via USPS was lost, and he should download a form to correct that. Had a “tracking number” and everything.
Having been doing online sales for YEARS, he knows what a genuine USPS tracking number looks like. This wasn’t it.
Doing the backtrack through the origination of the email, guess what we found?
A (dot) ru. Yep, it looks like it originated in Vlad-land. Downloading the “form” would likely have wreaked untold havoc.
So, all you online-shippers out there, be warned. Vlad wants to eat your computers.
11/7/2020 The Blue Haired Girlfriend wants to develop a citrus plant that can live outdoors in our climate, which requires inventing a new kind of fruit. It’s probably a lifelong project. The only citrus plant that grows here is Poncirus trifoliata, the hardy orange. It is small and fierce, with gnarled branches, thorns, and hard fuzzy fruits too bitter to eat. She is growing 200 tiny angry citrus trees in pots on the balcony; they’re a year old now, cute and stabby as porcupines. The balcony has become a Tiny Angry Tree Sanctuary.
When they’re bigger, she will breed the Tiny Angry Trees to eachother or to well-mannered indoor citrus and try to produce something sharp and fierce and sweet that will survive here.
The Tiny Angry Tree sanctuary has been invaded by liverworts, probably from spores on pots we reused. They’re flat green dirt ruffles that just lay about fancily on top of the soil. They’re not hurting the tiny angry trees, since they don’t have much in the way of roots; they just use nutrients and moisture from the top of the soil. They probably mean we gave the tiny angry trees more fertilizer than they needed.
Mostly liverworts reproduce asexually. They make little cups of spores to catch raindrops and use the water to spray the spores over to the next pot.
Not the inhabitants of Poncirus trifoliata #143! This is the party pot, and everyone has decided to opt for sexual reproduction and sprout some palm-tree-shaped genitalia. The Tiny Angry Tree, thorny and fierce, is surrounded by a knee-high thicket of horny liverwort appendages.
hyena positivity that focuses on spotted hyenas only is so fake. if you don’t love brown and striped hyenas then get out. if you don’t love aardwolves I can’t even look at you oh my god
oh shit wait you guys know about the aardwolf right?????? right???????
I did the math. If I do a load of laundry every week (I technically have to do two, as my undershirts are washed at a different temperature and air dried), so its $6 a week. That’s $312 per year. There are six units in my building, assuming they are spending the same on average (but probably more), that’s $1872 per year that my landlord pulls in. I can FRIGGIN GUARANTEE YOU that the collective building *DOES NOT* spend $1872 per year in water and power to run the washer and dryer. I also pay $1200 per month in rent, which is $14,400 per year. Between 6 units that’s $86,400, plus the laundry fees lets call that $88k that the building pulls in per year. I can FUCKING GUARANTEE YOU this building does *NOT* use that much in water and property taxes, and every unit pays for its own electricity.
My landlord owns 10 buildings, all of the same design. The entire lot of 10 buildings has one superintendent. The buildings do not have AC, their appliances have not been replaced in a minimum of 20+ years, and the washer and dryer are…well they’re ancient.
I feel *ZERO* sympathy if I can make this work in the laundry room.
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