Not that video, but I remember another one from a little more than a decade ago where the guy was talking the entire time, explaining the process (and joking at one point about how only the new guys constantly used both safety hooks because it doubled or tripled the time of the work). Then you realize that there was another fella climbing with him when they get up on the little platform.

Please don’t embarrass us both by pretending there was any logic to that comment.

The bonespur bitch, we call 'im round these parts. We jes put 'im in some of dem hai 'eels and bent 'im over a barrel to get all that nasty pressure off 'is 'eels. 'e came pre-lubed, too, which were a real nice touch from the factory, I tell ya what.

We as a species, is losing to whatever the “internet” is. We need real regulation.

And none of that regulation will have anything to do with age, if you want real effectiveness. A teenager seeing a dick and a dick, a vagina and a vagina, or a dick and a vagina, being mashed together isn’t concerning in the big picture. The stuff that is worrying about the internet affects adults just as much as children, like social media.

I… kinda actually like that picture. Does that mean there’s something wrong with me? Am I already a Cthulhu cultist? I do wonder if that is ‘anatomically correct’ though. I’ve seen how his little red shoes move, and it doesn’t look like those feet would be able to work that way. Being an eldritch god, maybe the little pink guy has weird nuclear propulsion reactors contained inside of them, or strange repulsion tech that is manipulated when he “flies.”

Ooof. I don’t need tea or coffee in my life, but I’d be grumpy if I couldn’t pull a cup off immediately on the days I do want one. I’ve heard about the butter in coffee thing before, but never tried it. I really just chug water like it’s essential or something. This might be too identifying, but I was just laughing yesterday with a friend that I’m like a camel. I weighed myself before and after micturition, and while the scale might not be the best, it was hilarious to see a two pound difference. Far too much water in and out, ha!

Your recovery sounds amazing. I’m sure you don’t need encouragement from a stranger, but I’m rooting for you. One handed splints are tough (I know! The first official thing I did as an emt was to splint my own broken arm, now there’s a stupid story), so that’s fantastic! There’s a lot in those described weekends that are just fantasy right now. With everything going on… well, time has been tight. I quite literally hadn’t read a full book in a year, and didn’t even realize it until my coworker mentioned they were going to try for a book a week. My success on that has slacked off from the first months of this year :(

I think you’ve got a decent argument for the ending of evangelion. I brought up the unreliable narrator more as a framing device for my distaste for ‘meta’ themes in general (I will argue against ‘death of the author’ theory/lens until I’m blue in the face), which may have been why it would never have occurred to me that the entire last portion was a fourth wall break.

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The story is called harrison bergeron. And it doesn’t mention his genitalia that I remember.

I’m really old school, unfortunately, which means that I try everything in my power to not overshare details that could lead back to me. I’m about to make this a burned account, and only come back for the tuesday posts to the little community I want to see flourish.

That’s an interesting take on the evangelion ending. I generally avoid media that does fourth wall breaks unless it’s strictly a comedic thing in a comedic story. Maybe that’s why I just didn’t get it. I generally even roll my eyes at the unreliable narrator framing, if it’s from an ‘out of character’ type of narrator. Obviously a character isn’t going to have all-the-knowledge, so it’s not like they can be reliable in every sense, but if the entire book is framed as being from an unreliable narrator, then it just gets ridiculous, like a movie where the horror monster can make characters (and the audience) be completely tricked (so not just like an illusion, but where they’ve been standing staring at a wall thinking they’ve lived an entire life or something).

I don’t think I have an ideal weekend. I’ve got so many balls in the air that I couldn’t get it all in with a month of weekends. I’d want one that’s inside, with a new (to one or both or all of us) media and hot chocolate or sweet iced tea and delicious snacks and warm blankets and soft murmurs, while outside the forest is softly blanketed in a chilly mist while the drizzling rain patters on leaves, or the view of the beach at sunset lasts eternal so when we get up to refill the drinks we look out and see a rainbow of reds and oranges setting the silhouettes of trees blazing black against the sky’s fire. Or a weekend that ends at a peak or overlook with a chill breeze against flushed flesh, and the brilliant calls of loud songbirds below us in little hidden coves in the rock’s face, and nowhere to go and nothing pressing to do but watch the distant river’s whitecapped flow in the rapids. Or a lazy cruise in the small sailboat with a pirate flag for a sail (I love my sail, and it was the best silly purchase I’ve ever made) on the bay, and all that needs doing is finding a little sandy beach to pull up on and have a little bonfire that friends are there for. Or a fantastic new world awaiting us on a screen to be explored with whatever cool vehicle the game designers gave us, OR a fantastic old world that we want to revisit! Good books; a fancy new meal that we’ve never tried to cook before; an activity that may be silly but is fun to try; acting out parts in a play; seeing a play; deep, romantic sessions; hours with friends on a long-term, cooperative ttrpg or board game; figuring out a problem with the residence and coming up with (and pulling off) the perfect fix for it; >.> a night out at the local food, not bombs org.;

like… gosh. So many things that I would just be happy doing. I’m a really boring average westerner though: I like my coffee in a drink that could be classified as a dessert. I like my teas super bitter (yeeessssss, let that cup sit with the tea in it until it’s ice cold, and then heat it up again!!) or super sweet, and matcha is surprisingly good (I’ll fight the folks who don’t like the grit)!!! Matcha milk tea with the boba is the best! Slightly bitter with the slightly sweet, so good! Hot chocolate is my secret vice though. That stuff will put pounds on me like a farmer fattening up a pig for slaughter. I know the vegans are right, but culturally (and all the other typical excuses) make forgoing all meat difficult. Anyway.

I’m actually all about the colon eyes. I can’t stop trying new ones just to see if people can get what I mean. The kirby dance is still classic though: (>o.o)> (^o.o^) <(o.o<) (^o.o^) (>o.o)>

I think it’s an exercise left to the reader. Probably more likely the second one, as why would she not finish eating it, or eat half and then leave, if it was the first?

One of my friends was fired at work for similar. I was pissed when I found out why he had suddenly disappeared. It wouldn’t have surprised me if the management was happy to get rid of an openly gay man by way of saying he was associating the company with political comments.

Honda has never done me wrong. Suzuki has been pretty amazing as well.

I think I’ve borrowed a car about a handful of times in the last year, but otherwise my scooter has been good enough. Just in case there is anyone out there wondering about what to buy if they need transportation, don’t overlook a really cheap (and brand new) scooter. The ‘needing a car’ thing turned out to be almost exactly like ‘needing a truck’ idea: mostly overblown and the $20 rental from home depot will do fine.

So then people like you get filtered by people like me, because the entire system is stupid.

I mean, hey, I’m right here ;)

if you behave in person like you do here, you might be coming off as not very fun

You’re talking with a massive troll. Just look at the comment history.

My problem with the kids thing is that I don’t feel strongly about it. If my partner wanted kids, sure, we could discuss it and I’d probably come around. If the partner was against it, I’d be just as happy.

And there are very few people, just like with the confidently not wanting kids aspect, that would be happy with that. The ‘maybe wants kids’ is always used as a ‘not right now’ thing, and they would get upset if you didn’t fit that.

If I gave you an answer, could you trust it?

Donations as part of a sale are a very american solution to the problem. Remember those shoes by Tom? I’m not unhappy about the results, just agreeing that for the company soliciting the donations, it’s a very easy and lucrative game.

No, that’s always been a myth. The companies do it because the ‘goodwill’ of being able to say ‘We raised X amount of dollars for Y condition!’ is, as yeehaw said, a psychological game. And it works.

Um… This is sort of what I do.

First, dry brush without toothpaste,

then use floss (at night) or the water pick (midday),

Then use the fluoride toothpaste and brush again.

tHis way, the fluoride gets even between the teeth on the second brush and doesn’t get removed by the floss, and especially by the water pick.

Picture one is a reality though. I have a family member who dedicated a significant portion of his time to looking like atlas himself, and the sorts of people interested in him changed dramatically. Not necessarily more, but definitely a different crowd, both the ones in the hobby (just from proximity) and in his everyday life. I used to jokingly show his pictures to coworkers when the topic of family came up, and got a lot of that sort of reaction.

As someone who doesn’t attend them anymore, I think most of the fun in an air show ALSO involves the ground stuff. As a kid I actually touched and sat in a few planes.

To be the devil’s advocate, that is exactly what AIs are good at. They give answers that sound great, and are, in many ways, like the exceptionally charismatic friend in the group that can answer ‘any’ question… and the answer is great until you get 15 years down the road and finally realize the tiny mistake/lie that unravels the whole bit.