I was told there’s an English lord who was so reviled that when he died they rolled a massive rock onto his grave lest he ever rise again (rumors that he dabbled in magic might have informed the decision).
That would be appropriate for Trump. Or similarly, bury him in a deep geologic repository (where we put our vitrified spent fissile fuel beneath signs warning THIS IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR ) as a reminder of how we never want another person like him to exist.
In LOTR, all the things that needed to happen, needed to happen eventually and the Fellowship decided to get proactive about it. (Well, Frodo did, and a bunch of princes swore to champion him).
Here in the states, when I was a kid, there were things that needed to happen eventually and it was clear during my childhood (1970s) that every year we weren’t proactive risked problems in the future.
And we were all nah, kick the can down the line a decade. It won’t matter. even after the 2000 general election which was stolen by SCOTUS and the Federalist Society. By then it may have been too late. But we didn’t care.
Frodo’s super-power was proactivity. Initiative.
I became sexually active in that window where women commonly kept their pubic hair unless they were kinky or specifically into the bare feels¹, and porn was rife with shaved offerings and French-style runways.
¹ Every woman I was around for too long would reveal that yeah, she struggle with the maintenance process, whether in-grown hairs or surprise scratchiness or whatever. Full bush is a lot easier to maintain.
So my brain associated real relationship sex with pubic hair. It was one of those signals that indicated we’re not just honeymooning or doing a one-night stand but trying to do something real.
It wasn’t always true, to my disappointment, but brains work in funny ways.
I’d be tempted in fiction to make Hooters a secret line of temples to Athena the way Nike outlets are… well… temples to Nike.
The good news is that some of them don’t hate their jobs, and appreciate the money and high tips without having to ride a pole.
Granted, it’s perspective in contrast to diner wait staff (a high-suicide job) and professional stripping (a high-turnover job) so still not great.
That’s a part of my problem. My suicidality is high enough that I hope they gun me down when they come for me, and I will be strongly tempted to encourage them to do so.
I’m not going to their torture prisons where my life would be forfeit anyway. That is – to me – for certain.
No, but I’ve seen CBT play feature vibrating the rope connected to a bound knob, so a GP medical vibrator can be used in that regard.
In my original story, the fancy vibe wasn’t for me; I’m half-ace which is probably related to psychotropic meds and low-T. Also I shoot off once in a while NP when the stars align and I have a mind to.
Here in the house we have re-usable, washable plastic straws.
Out and about I’ll use the disposable straws because the whole turtle-death thing was over-exaggerated. (Microplastics from automotive tires are killing us, though. There are real great filters to be navigated)
I also just don’t eat out much, especially since the 2020 lockdown.
Nothing AI can’t fix (badly).
Avolition Toast
Not a good racer.
Related from my own defunct blog: Skulls in military symbolism are actually not particularly odd, as indicators of toughness and ferocity (and in Navy a nod to the Jolly Roger, which was partly an identifier of the pirate vessel, but also a call to surrender with the promise of quarter…)
Discussing the M&W Are We The Baddies skit and the preponderance of skulls in Waffen SS kitch.
Related: Why TF is ICE wearing camo if they’re law enforcement?
Yes, though they aren’t usually available at the concession booth in that format. Trader Joe’s has a nice basket of DC cups.
It’s okay. I prefer dark chocolate with peanut butter rather than milk, but Reese’s gonna reese.
And this is how you get a positive crackpot index.
Though I’ve known legit physicists and engineers take pride in [their] >0 CI.
I blame executive dysfunction.
Mom needed to start me with a comprehensive checklist of specific tasks. Clean the kitchen isn’t sufficient. Wipe down the counter, being sure to get under all the counter-top appliances is better.
Otherwise, my missed spots are due to insufficient instruction and insufficient training.
For most definitions of supernatural, no.
I believe in unidentified areal phenomena, not that it’s ETIs or aliens, but that something’s up there doing its thing.
I believe in ball lightning even though we don’t have a model of electrodynamics that explains it.
There’s some weird shit out there, Horatio, that isn’t explained in our philosophy. I’m sure we don’t have all the answers. I just am okay with knowing we don’t know what those answers are.
As for ghosts, spirits, afterlife, etc. There’s strong evidence those things do not exist, just in the stark silence where there should be noise.
I do pretend that treating my cat well and wearing cat themed tees and keeping cat kitch does please the cat gods. 🐱👤
Klein bottle for sale. Inquire within.
This raises a big question of what the heck comprises city dust. Is there a microplastic element to concrete or asphalt? Is it just more tire deterioration? City dust is a conspicuously vague category.