Damn – sorry!.

I ended up with a dermatologist who prescribed a steroid cream called triamcinoclone. But that was for diagnosed ectopic dermatitis.

I must say though, that diagnosis kind of covers anything that itches.

I had horrible skin problems after getting pneumonia.

Short term solution: Gold Bond makes a liquid with 2% lidocaine. It helped me get through some spikes in itchiness.

Good luck!

I’m not an engineer, but I can relate to this.

I’ve been trying to get a new job this year and have been lied to repeatedly with fake jobs that didn’t even exist.

I’m fucking sick of it. I hope you come up with something legit.

This is hilarious. Apparently the program did not pick up on staff grooming and raping young women.

Ive spent some time up close and personal with camels.

They are quite pleasant if you treat them nicely

If you don’t, Google camel teeth …

You guys are getting paid for this?

I just needed a place to crash.

You can’t help anyone with a substance abuse problem.

They either choose to fix themselves or they die.

Outstanding!

I really like the part about thanking your previous manager.

North Korea.

Likely malnourished.

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This is a remarkable solution. Maybe I just need to get a second house They’re really hard to steal though.

You have no idea what passive voice means.

But I have gotten into trouble for dishwashing habits. My wife lives 70 miles away, which is probably why she hasn’t strangled me over the last 15 years.

I’m totally guilty of using the dishwasher for storage. She and my (adult) kids have chewed me out for this. “But I was going to put away,” followed by a kick in the ass .

You need to piss just behind the umbrella.

I wish I knew what happened. It still bothers me.

Well, actually this went from funny to tragic.

The company was called Need to Know, and it was initially in an old Victorian under a freeway overpass in San Francisco.

So I got the computer Friday and ran into this 23 line fail that evening. I called around 8:00 pm, expecting to get an answering machine. Instead I got, " Hey come on over!"

So I drive back to SF and get there around 9:00 pm. Somebody immediately puts a drink in my hand. People are just partying in a low key way. There are computer parts all over the place, but people are just partying.

So one of the guys took my machine apart, diagnosed the CPU failure, and replaced it with parts on hand.

I’m back in Berkeley by maybe 11:00 pm with a fully functional computer.

Here’s where it gets ugly. I did business with them into the late 1980s. During that time , some psycho took on a grudge against them and literally burned their place of business down.

Several places of businesses, burned down sequentially. Fucking tragic.

I lost track of them by 1990. I don’t know if they went further underground or what.

But they gave me a really human intro to computing. I can only hope they are well , wherever they are.

I do have a funny story about the place I got it in San Francisco, of you care to hear it.

I just used it for writing papers in college.

I had no idea how to use COBOL.

Around 1983 I got a Morrow Microdecision with two floppies.

No hard drive or mouse. It did come with COBOL.

It failed after 23 lines of text entry. Turned out the CPU was defective.

People kept asking me, “Dude, what do you need a computer for?”

And people will be dismembered if they fail to comply.