Educated City Rat 🏳️⚧️ ☠️
@kingratjello
Boring old queer trans guy. Queer trans shitposter. Will post about my lunch, with pictures. Will complain about shit endlessly. You have been warned.
Okay, screen printing is not that difficult. I bought a $75 t-shirt press off Amazon, and some white ink, and a couple screens and a squeegee. I think I was like $125 all in. I am so tired of store bought shirts flaking and failing out after a few washes, so I am just gonna screen print my own.
Since my work is pushing CoPilot like it's going to make everything better?
Seriously. You can look at their financials statements. Anytime a corporation does this shit, look at their financials statements. They are making BILLIONS in profit. Follow the money.
I got tired of T-shirts dying or graphics flaking off after less than a year of light use. Here is my review of 8 different popular black T-shirts after washing them in warm and drying 5 times from www.bulkapparel.com. I liked the Gliden, and will be making my own graphic T's now.
I watched 1986's The Wraith last night. It helps up fairly well. There was threats of sexual violence, but it was tame for this era's norms. It was violent, but not graphic. The story line was actually fairly well done. I did not realize that the car in it was a real concept car from the time.
Apparently the bigotry against transgender people attributes earthquakes and droughts to us? It's refreshing to be considered a force of nature. (Before anyone asks why they disclosed, sometimes it's better to be rejected up front than move into a place, get settled, and then get harassed.)
As a transgender man in my 50s this is what it would look like if they made me go back to the women's room.
This is my problem. The Boomer generation changed retirement to 67 for my age cohort. It really was a "I got mine, fuck you" situation. I audit pension plans from time to time for work, and I really see how they got the great pensions, and fucked everyone coming after them.
An oldy but goody. If I am dead, shot put my flaming boated corpse over the security fence to the nearest billionaires mansion/bunker. Full permission given. If you hit said billionaire with my corpse, I would rest happily.