An informal language experiment

I heard a random language observation somewhere on the Internet: Regional differences are emerging in the anglosphere for the term for “a small data storage device you plug into a computer’s USB port,” even though they’ve existed in the mainstream for about seven or eight years.

Here’s an informal, unscientific experiment: Write a comment on this post stating which term you usually use, and specify roughly where you live. Choose from the following:

  • Flash drive
  • Memory stick
  • Thumb drive
  • USB drive
  • Another term (specify)
  • I know what this is, but I don’t have a specific term for it

I’ll get the ball rolling: I say “flash drive,” and I’m from Southern California. What term do you use?

BTS members n things they make me think of!
  • Jin: Mulled wine, fluffy bed socks, caramel sauce on ice cream, pinhole cameras, 3 piece suits, tidy rails, purple iris flowers, 4G mobile data, varifocal lenses, strawberry daiquiris, feather pillows
  • Suga: Computer suites, drawn-on desks, accidentally falling asleep at your laptop/computer, bruises that you have no idea where they came from, hilarious off-hand comments, swearing under your breath, neck pillows, caramel apples, moscow mules, granite counter tops, lemon sorbet
  • Hobi: Sneakers squeaking on the gym floor, almond flakes, heated blankets, daffodils, butterfly cakes, anonymous valentines cards, thank-you notes, gold piping on clothing, sweet and salty popcorn, bloody marys, sports socks
  • Rapmon: Reading nooks, white russians, dust motes in sunbeams, the notes app on your phone, caramel macchiatos, comfy arm chairs, Twitlonger, losing a button from your favourite shirt, USB/memory sticks
  • Jimin: Toe beans, birthday cake with perfect fondant, Pompompurin, squeaky toys, statement necklaces, fake freckles, Animal Crossing: New Leaf, crunchy autumn leaves, mojito, hair chalks
  • Taehyung: Extra squishy beanbags, snowmen, your most comfortable pair of shoes, "do it for the vine", falling asleep at the beach, rose gold jewellery, strawberry cheesecake, slushies, pina coladas, sleeping on top of the covers
  • Kookie: School sports days, cut grass, minimalism, white sheets on unmade beds, being a flustered mess around your crush, FIFA, knitted scarves, long island iced tea, snare drums, lost pen lids

Submitted by Johnny Brown

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Creepypasta #432: The Puzzle Box

Yesterday I was at a self-storage unit I rent for old furniture, boxes, etc. Anyway, when I went back out and got into my truck there was a envelope on my seat. I left the doors unlocked, but I was only 10 feet away the whole time. I might have been moving stuff and didn’t see, but I had no idea anyone was even in that section of the place, let alone walking by my truck. That was a little freaky, but nothing compared to what I found inside the envelope.

It was a USB memory stick. My name was on the envelope, but the stick was totally generic. Maybe I shouldn’t have let my curiosity get the better of me, but when I got home later I put it right in my computer to see what it was. Without even clicking anything a text file immediately uploaded to my computer and opened. This is what it said, (redacted identifying names):

“Hello (my full name),

You don’t know me, but I’ve been following you around for a while. Something nice you did for someone else made me take notice of you, so I’ve chosen you to help me. You see, my life isn’t kind, or normal like yours. I hurt people, and when my job requires it, I kill them.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. I’ve done enough killing, and my own number is up soon, so I wanted to do something different with the last few weeks I’ve had. I’ve been watching you, and whether or not you know it yet, you have a very important decision to make.

First, let me talk shop. Disposing of a body is generally an easy thing to do. Wrap it up in trash bags then stick it in a large 5 foot long storage bin. The problem arises when you have two bodies, but only one bin. Then it becomes a puzzle. You can’t just cram them both in, it won’t work, so you have to do some cutting. Once you have more manageable pieces then you can work the puzzle. Let me just give you a hint, you gotta start with the torso, it’s the biggest piece and the rest you can fit in as needed.

But let’s get down to business. I own the storage unit to the right of your unit. The bigger one. The key is currently under the doormat outside the back door of your house. Also, on your next bank statement you’ll notice that you’ve been renting it for several months. Don’t worry, I took care of the charges.

Inside the unit you will find, stacked from top to bottom, storage bins filled with bodies. Most of them are there for a good reason, some maybe not, but what you should be more concerned about is the body of your old boss, (name). The one you had a very public falling out with when he fired you for bogus reasons. Probably one of the few times I’ve seen you lose your temper. You made some pretty serious threats.

Before you stop reading and attempt to contact authorities you should do yourself a favor and keep reading. Inside the storage bin with his body is a pair of your work gloves. The ones you thought you lost. Why am I doing this? Because I want you to do something for me, something I can’t do. And I want to be sure you follow through, not just go to the police.

Inside one of the other storage containers is all of the money I’ve made over the years. More than I could spend, more than you’ll be able to spend. I don’t want it going to the police when they eventually find the storage unit. I want you to use it. I could never donate it with blood on my hands and a guilty conscience, but I think you’ll do the right thing and use it to help others. Like I said, I’ve been watching you, and getting to know you pretty well. I know what drives you, and I know if you had the resources you would try to make things right. For her.

You have a choice to make. Go to the cops right now and take your chances with the justice system. The evidence might be circumstantial, but you’ll be lucky if you don’t get death row. Or you could try to find your boss’ body, but you’ll have to go through a lot of storage bins before you find the right one, putting your DNA all over the place. That would be even harder to explain.

So you really only have one option. Find the money and use it to destroy all the evidence. That should be your first priority. Hell, you could buy the entire storage company and demolish it. I’ll leave that up to you. I have no doubt you’ll do the right thing.”

I figured it was a joke, someone that knew a few details about me trying to freak me out. Then I went out back and looked under the doormat. The key was there.

Credits to: thedreadlordTim