Brinens and Things

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.