Dammit! I wish I had seen your messages earlier. I was being encouraged to go to Dyke March and pick up chicks.
- You can pick your spouse, and you can pick your battles, but you can’t pick your spouse’s nose.
- Dammit, all I wanted to do was explore a procedurally-generated model of the known universe for free. Now I have to update OpenGL? Dammit.
- Chicks dig fearful symmetry…
- Mystery solved. My mom enabled group messaging and somehow the messages were shown as being sent from others. It’s… sort of an explanation.