peoplebeproblems

As y'all know, shit be going down in the US. And while I'm all for staying and fighting, my son comes first. I'm pretty familiar with Canadian culture, and my state borders y'all. I have an uncle from there Tok (just don't know where).

1. I know it's super expensive, but if I had to guess thats based on population?

2. I've got 12 years experience doing software development, Devops, system engineering, device engineering, with a BA in Computer Engineering. Are there certain companies to avoid? Certain companies/locations to check out? Salary isn't nearly as important as being able to afford living.

3. I know some French and I am working on more. Is this helpful?

4. Also, I need a bit of a kickstart to understanding the political landscape. We'll start with I'm pro-choice, an Ally, anti-gun, support democracy and love the ranked choice system, and subsidized healthcare. Taxes and the government work for the people.

5. Work commutes? I've done hour long commutes, I've done bus commutes, Ive walked to work, driven, and remote, just need to know what to expect.

6. I already say sorry for everything, any other cultural norms I should know about?

7. Is it too obvious I'm panicked?

3 times with the same Llama, that makes it officially a shitpost right

Credit goes to my kid for unknowingly creating this masterpiece

Why is there a skinny scary looking kid dancing and laughing

Uh gimme a second seem to have broke the image

Ever since I was a kid my dreams have been crazy as hell. Last night, I had a dream where I was dropping my kid off at school, but there were people on both sides of the road standing waiting for a wedding. I see the couple and nope right out. Turning around a curb, suddenly I was in a fucking baseball stadium and rows of seats cut me off. I had to get home so I got out of my car? I'm walking down the stairs when I hear "oh, there it is!" I look up where the person was pointing to the sky. I see some rocket like thing, and assumed it was fireworks. It stopped, I hear three dreaded bomb falling noise, and then it slams into a seat a few rows down from the wedding. I hit the deck because I don't want to die. But instead of exploding it sprays enough glitter throughout the stadium I ended up with a mouth full. Then I get out of there, call my mom, explained what happened, head to their house which is now a bunker in new York City and they refuse to believe what I went through. Then I woke up.