hayden_horn

so, like, a, uh, web hit counter? can you change the fonts and shit?

boomers fucked us proper fucked

it will change your life forever. kind of like traveling in first class. nothing is ever the same again.

this shit has been in amsterdam as long as i can remember. fun fact: as fucked as I've been in amsterdam I've never eaten a burger out of an automated box. now shwarma wrapped in pizza? we can have plenty of conversations.

yeah. i saw this with my sister and her kids and my ma. it sucks, especially when mom started flirting with dementia and would forget this or that and suddenly' sis's whole family had new mobile phones. i think that's different than what the op is talking about, which is casual comfort. "oh, your mom still pays for your cell plan and...your housekeeper? okay..." yeah that shit seems a little weird to me, but like i said, i don't care, everyone lives in different situations. my ma has helped me with some pretty significant shit, so i can't really judge. i'm pretty far from a bootstraps kind of guy, even if i wasn't no silver spoon motherfucker neither.

goddammit i snorted

i have friends who get help from their folks, i'm sure. i don't really know. i don't really care. the fuck should i care? i've gotten help from my folks when i needed it. that's called "having a support network." i see what you are saying about perhaps "propping up an unearned or unfair" lifestyle, but i don't really give a fuck about that. i mean, not everybody is the perfect person in the world. everyone does, kills people, murders people, steals from you, steals from me. i just feel people need to give em a chance.

yeah, this is where i'm now living after wondering how the fuck we haven't fired this guy yet days after i read that arrest affidavit. he's got some kind of defense (like video defense), or texas is playing a longer game than i like for a situation like this. i don't like the idea that an arrest can end someone's career before a guilty verdict, but this a long time for the university to sit pat. i think they ("they" they, you know who i mean) think he's the guy. i think they are tepidly lining up with him in the hopes that the man can clean the shit in his own nest before it gets too shitty in bellmont's nest. and anyway, they don't care if it gets kind of shitty in bellmont's nest - that's an acceptable risk with a guy in the "winner" column. and because he's in the winner column, they don't much care about his business as long as it stays his business and doesn't become theirs.

so i'm a tech analyst who has made a decent career out of pretending to understand tech. in reality, i just count things. you can name em what you want. but in short, the stack is the software. that's it. it's jargon. if this, then that. blah blah. whatever. people make a lot of money on that and i wish i understood the nuts and bolts, but i could answer that question better than elon who was more angry at being questioned over his bullshit jargon than anything else. "achieving velocity?" go fuck yourself, nerd. twitter was in fucking orbit as an existing company. the problem isn't the fucking stack itself. it's trying to make the existing stack behave as though it was a wholly new and different fucking stack. you colossal fucking egotistical cancer. i used to kind of think this guy was cool when he was launching his roadster into space blasting bowie. that shit was cool in a childish but still kind of cool way. like how they actually fucking shot hunter thompson's ashes out of a fucking cannon. practical? nope. childish? yep. kind of cool? absofuckinglutely. pretending to understand what the stack is? fucking stupid. you're the boss. you don't have to know that shit. stop trying to be everything to everyone. idiot. and stop taking the drugs.

i dunno yall, this dude acts like he might be on drugs

yeah, that was me. some news station in lubbock published it without hornfans attribution or attributing it to me at all. looking back, i might have written it a bit differently, but i was younger. and a much better writer. jesus. found the news station in lubbock, they still got it! haha. https://www.kcbd.com/story/2463125/so-i-met-coach-leach-in-honolulu/ and pos rep for saving that GD photo. i have no idea where the hell a copy of that might be. he was such a gentleman and was keen to talk my ear off, like many of the stories in this thread - that was him, it wasn't a put on. i met him for, what, 10 - 15 minutes of my life, and i'll never forget the impression he made on me - not just the skimmer and the hat, but just how much time he had for me to discuss football, the museum we were in, etc. i never want to be that guy who takes people away from their family, but he never made me feel weird for talking to him. he made me feel weirder for ending the conversation - like he had so much more to be said and he actually wanted to say it to me. like i was that important in that minute, even though he didn't know me from the museum lady hollering at him, but he didn't care. i dunno - i will say that experience, as trivial as it was and makes for a funny story, did change the way i thought about things in a way, and made me more closely follow the dude through his career. they always say never meet your heroes, but he wasn't my hero when i met him. he was just a coach that was kind of quirky and annoying because his teams were always a pain in the ass. but he was a presence. and we are all now lesser that he's gone. rip, coach.

oh wow what a surprise anyways

i ain't crying, i watched the first half with argentina fans. the dutch knocked us out, i didn't want them to win. i was hoping for a great match, which it did end up being, but i wish argentina played more stand up football. they were lucky to avoid two reds in that match. arguably should've had 9 by the end there.

what happened was the ref lost total control of that match and argentina went full conmebol bullshit and was rewarded. f them, f messi. hope croatia fucks their shit up. and of course macklemore is an argentina fan. lol. of fucking course.

so good to see that shit not be rewarded

seriously. that's a red without the challenge. what the actual fuck

honestly i hadn't even glanced at this show as i figured it was another yellowstone universe prequel thing. looks awesome. thanks for posting

man, i'm so glad all those facebook moms saved all those kids lives on halloween from the multicolored fentanyl thank you father elon for leading us bravely into the future. ps, are you on drugs?

holy balls

https://www.kxan.com/news/crime/man-convicted-of-super-aggravated-sexual-assault-connected-to-offenses-starting-in-2012/ i don't know how to look up his sentence, if he has been sentenced yet.

recently sat on a travis county jury. two counts of extra (or super or whatever the elevation is) aggravated sexual assault of a minor. we found that dude guilty and he'll likely never be a free man again (i don't know his exact sentence, he asked for the judge to do that bit, and i haven't really felt like following up). i know travis county is an easy target because of dwi and drug possession sentences don't lock people up forever, but the county does seem to take its criminal court responsibility very seriously.

holy shit, i wrote that op? covid has really done a number on me. that guy seems smart.

i dunno maybe, but i find that kind of statement a bit lazy. that's not directed at you, but i see that and it rings out a bit hollow to me. don't get me wrong - i agree there's a dose, but i imagine a lot of it is toxic masculinity "ok why you hassling us?" mentality. if you got the pua community on your side, you need to seriously start questioning your direction. i think it's something a bit more pathological than that. it's an insecurity so deep that most of these dudes can't put themselves above others, so they must find others to put below them, villify those others, and spend the rest of their life essentially trolling that position. i think the bigger dose is mental illness.

nah, paparazzi deserve beatings. he flew in to do this three hour interview of crazy. "i like hitler." that's a real quote.