Last night while I was bowling in blacklight with flourescant balls I was hitting the gutter and other lanes more often than pins. Until the last ball - they had called "shutdown of the lanes in two minutes" and said to everyone to keep bowling as many balls as they could before the counters/computers were turned off. Everyone rushes so much that they bowl like me - miserably. That's when I get a strike with only one second to spare. Workmates seem to only remember that strike, so it really aint what you do, it is the way that you do it.
Nashville. A city in the middle of an American state which is deeply conservative, where "everyone" prays to Dolly Parton, drinks whiskey, and owns a cowboy hat, a few guns, as well as real cowboy boots. Right? Or?
Now the social app formerly known as Twitter, X, wants you to verify your identity by uploading your ID. If this becomes a requirement, my account will be script-deleted so that I can remove as much data as a user possibly can.
