Are they hiring? (Asking for a friend).
Dicking Around
Storytime!
Halloween a few years back my mates and I were dressed up for Halloween and my cat furry roommate (good guy, furries are entertaining folks) was wearing his partial suit out with us. We were in Boston proper and all of us were on a budget at the time, so the only option for a late night drink and dinner open to us was a place called Dickās Last Resort.
If youāve never been, the big draw at Dickās is that theyāre dicks to you. The staff are sarcastic, they throw your menus and straws and shit at you, and they make you hats that say mean stuff.
I donāt get it either. So anyways, weāve got - Iāll call him Frank - the cat with us, and Frankās 100% ready to go fuck with Dicks, so we head on in.
The waitress starts doing her bit, but the cat in the room has thrown off her game and she doesnāt really know how to handle Frank in Full Cat mode.
He points out the drink he wants without speaking, with a paw, on the menu and she asks for an ID and starts saying āI swear to god your ID better have a big fuckkinā cat on it or-ā
She threw his licence back at us and walked away speechless. Didnāt talk to us the rest of the evening.
Anyways, I dug up this old photo today and thought it deserved to be preserved for posterity. So here you go, the day Frank broke Dicks.
I donāt think he looks quite like his license photo, but then again, who does?
Passport pictures are what people really look like.
ā Talking Heads, Stop Making Sense (liner notes)
I love their posts. They are a perfect intersection of mundane tech products meeting the uncanny valley.
Donāt pet the toxic kitty
Or maybe this?
Who doesnāt need a cat to take care of us, and make us lovely bentos for lunch and sort our garbage properly and take care of us when weāre sick and bring us beers⦠if dipping a cat in nuclear waste gets us a masterful cat, I say letās do it!
Cicadas pee in jets? Dammit Boeing, youāre not even trying.