I have become that cliche where I genuinely look forward to getting socks under the tree on Christmas morning.
I’m a grown ass man who can at any point in any day decide to get in my automobile and go to any store and buy a mountain of socks, or order a pallet of socks to be drop-shipped to the door of my grown up house on a whim.
But I prefer to suffer holy toes and see through heels in anticipation of starting fresh on Christmas morn.
When I realized this in my soul, I was no longer a child.
I keep my car’s gas tank half full, at least, at all times. Any disaster in my region (except something cataclysmic) I think I’d be able to get far enough away from to protect our lives.
Had a gas can inexplicably catch fire in my yard but close enough to the house to scorch and melt siding. Was able to put it out on the third attempt just before the fire dept showed up. I now have a variety of sizes and types of fire extinguishing apparatus around my house.
Invest in fire safety. Lives are at stake.
Sincerely, thanks for being willing to provide a thoughtful response.
Amazing. May I ask what region of the world you’re describing?
“Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that, perchance? Steve.”
Best ride of the day.
Um, this thread. This thread was a ride. Not whatever the thread, um, was about. Damn.
You are a special sort of person, major major.
Seconded. The blanket is equivalent to a formal invite.
nazi cock might have npr spit on it
Ne’er shall I find poetry as eloquent in sentiment and imagination on this hallowed Internet. Good night.
It honestly was the thing that pushed me to Linux. Once I could no longer kill programs at-will I couldn’t handle it. xkill ftw.
Small procedure involving a ball peen hammer and metal spike applied to the back of the eye socket we would recognize today as a lobotomy.
Maybe. I don’t know shit about it.
Give that good boy an extra long belly rub from his fans on Lemmy.
Dad took me and my brother to see Predator in the theater. Would have been about 10 and my brother 8. While I applaud him wanting to share something he was excited about with his children I am sure there were better options.
This is amazing.
For my spouse and I there is no “my money” and “their money”. It is all our money.
If one of us wants to make a big purchase we have a conversation about it something like, “I’ve had my eye on a new graphics card. What do you think?” Then it goes either, “That’s great. Have fun.” Or, “Don’t forget we have little Jimmy’s orthodontist bill coming up.” “Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me. Maybe later, then.”
I realize this isn’t the norm and it took us a long time to get there. Many couples, my spouse’s parents among them, argue over money and use it as part of a power play. We still have separate accounts for budgeting purposes, and around the holidays we have to be honest not to peek at bank statements and spoil surprises. But not having to worry whether you spouse is messing up your eventual retirement or little Jimmy’s college fund sure makes life a whole lot easier for me.
This one image justifies all the research and investment in AI. Well done, OP. I didn’t think it possible.
But which of my 300 “few minute chores” do I start with?