Gust

My biological father did that shit every time we went to a restaurant while I was growing up. Then he’d usually try to get them to flirt with me, starting from when I was like 8. I still hate going to restaurants with table service decades later

Same but I still keep the gun around in case any printers sneak back in

Thanks! Trying right now to figure out how to ask my former advisors for letters of rec without explaining my motivations, which heavily imply that I think they’re in denial about their work being “make tools for fascists”

Was working on a PhD in CS focused on industrial cybersecurity, though current events involving the three letter agency that funded my research lead to me crashing out and now I’m trying to get into law school and do immigration law. Far too frail and pasty to buy a farm though