Brinens and Things

Comments on my own posts:

[cw: what it says on the tin (no pictures)] Recipe: Chocolate Nut Torte

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Comments on other people's posts:

[cw: venting] [Dreamwidth; Wayback] (OP by yvannairie) Understaffing bullshit.

[Dreamwidth; Wayback] (OP by sigmaleph) What to do when a public holiday falls on a Sunday.

[Tumblr; Wayback] (OP by little-brisk) Various ways to back up a Tumblr.

[Dreamwidth; Wayback] (OP by sigmaleph) Mathematical (and other) mnemonics.

[cw: amnesia, arguably unreality] (Note: the Tumblr reverse-post-order glitch continues.) [Tumblr; Wayback] (OP by reasonsmysoniscrying; in response to maryellencarter) Minor precognition, or so your brain insists.

[Dreamwidth; Wayback] (OP by sigmaleph) Stratford-based news broadcasters won't tell you what Justin Bieber is famous *for*, but by God is he from Stratford.

(I've decided that tag rambles are a substantial enough contribution to be worth including.) [Tumblr; Wayback] (OP by minatokun) "Accounting majors, who hurt you?"

(Note: I do not actually *endorse* the claim that people imposing [selection pressure for accounting talent] on my *ancestors* are harming *me* (though I can see why someone might argue it, and certainly it was harming *them*). Personally I've been rather enjoying having won accounting in the lottery of fascinations, *especially* because it is--by the standards of the general population--a fairly rare prize: people keep being appreciative of and impressed by my contributions, and it's nice to feel like a Valued Member of Society.)

((A little while ago I impressed *the Dean of Business* while chatting with her about US-expat-friendly investment strategies, which was quite the ego boost.))


[cw: heteronormativity, amnesia] [Dreamwidth; Wayback crawling forbidden] (OP by hebethen) Horrified screaming regarding the view of sexuality a character in "The Lifecycle of Software Objects" espouses.

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Links:

[Dreamwidth; Wayback] (OP by gdgdbaby) Secret Santa compliment meme! Here is my thread.

[Tumblr; Wayback] (by bobacupcake; h/t consumptive-sphinx) Art thieves vs Disney.

[Tumblr; Wayback] (by Carl Muckenhoupt; h/t prokopetz) I'm told that this game is not for newcomers to the genre, so perhaps I will not actually play it, but there is just something so satisfying about reciting the blurb:

Finally, here you are. At the delcot of tondam, where doshes deave. But the doshery lutt is crenned with glauds.

Glauds! How rorm it would be to pell back to the bewl and distunk them, distunk the whole delcot, let the drokes uncren them.

But you are the gostak. The gostak distims the doshes. And no glaud will vorl them from you.

(As for the experience of attempting to *understand* it, it reminds me rather of reading French. "[???] the card on your head and walk [???] [???] the table. If it doesn't fall, [lose?] $1000."

(When we salvaged our bilingual version of that game, the English and French decks had gotten all jumbled together, and rather than sift them out we just went "what the hell, it'll be educational" and played with a shuffled English/French deck.))


Laugh rule:
[cw: unsanitary, violence] [Rock Paper Shotgun; Wayback] (by Nate Crowley)
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(I think I'm going to have to keep an eye on this guy.)

I think I will try making link roundups part of my backup routine, so every 1 - 2 weeks.

(Although after going through my recent comment logs, I've found that this roundup isn't as overwhelmingly large as I thought. It looks like my comments over the past few weeks were concentrated into a relatively small number of threads, so there aren't *all* that many different links.)

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Comments on my own posts:

[cw: embarrassment squick] The one about Daylight Savings

[cw: death, aging] A thought experiment [four comments]

[arguably cw: amnesia] The tracker for ArchiveTeam's Google+ project is a sight to behold right now

On microtransactions [three comments]

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Comments on other people's posts:

[cw: poverty, arguably disordered eating, kind of discourse-y] [Tumblr part 1; Tumblr part 2; Wayback part 1; Wayback part 2] (OP by shieldfoss; in response to rustingbridges) Food budgets and travelling. [five comments]

[Tumblr; Wayback] (OP by eightiesbf; in response to maryellencarter and sigmaleph) Mental addition. [two comments]

[Tumblr; Wayback] (OP by yesterdaysprint; in response to rustingbridges) Optimal bread buttering. (addendum here) [three comments]

[Dreamwidth; Wayback] (OP by sigmaleph) Why say "half-elf" when you can say "orf"?

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Links:

Three laugh-rule entries:

[Bloomberg; Wayback crawling forbidden] (by Matt Levine)

The business came of age in an era of excess, but where the culture of Wall Street was reputedly fuelled by drink and drugs, Gross insists he never saw anything troubling at Pimco. Their main high, he says, was sugar — especially M&M’s. “It gave us all the false courage in the world to take on dealers and tell them to go f*** themselves,” Gross recalls wistfully, as he tucks into what looks like an unremarkable tuna melt.

He … what? Their secret weapon was M&M’s? I’m trying to imagine Gross, high as a kite on red M&Ms, calling his coked-up Salomon Bros. salesman and screaming at him over a basis point. Gross, seeing a young protege looking stressed and bleary-eyed midway through a difficult Fed Day, tossing him a bag of candy and saying confidentially “here kid, try some M, only way to survive in this business.” Gross and his crew of traders, celebrating a big year with an all-night party in Vegas featuring fountains of M&Ms. I hope someone does make a movie of his life, just for the M&M scenes.

[Slate Star Codex; Wayback] (by Scott Alexander)

If this doesn’t make a lot of sense to you, you should read this tutorial, in order to recalibrate your ideas of how little sense things can make.

[Blogspot; Wayback] (by Chris Witham)

but truly everything about how she was holding herself suddenly screamed, Bashful!

Or, at the very least, Sunset's posture meekly opened the door, cautiously stuck its head into the room while hiding most of its form behind the door frame, whispered:

Um... I'm bashful, if anyone . . . you know, is interested in that information

paused a moment, added:

Sorry for bothering you

shrunk back a bit at any attention, real or imagined, it had gathered, quickly finished with:

Bye-now

and sprinted away as fast as its figurative legs would take it.

Because posture like that doesn't really scream anything.