As a mentally ill dude I would like to trade the disgusting affection for a 1991 Fiat Polski.

As much as I am loathed to use the comparison I’m just imagining a house absolutely full of little easter eggs like a particularly autistic version of hidden Mickey. You stare at the bathroom tiles for too long and realize that it’s a repeating pattern of the Alpha Legion hydra, there an Enclave symbol in the light fixture, and if you open the pantry at exactly 3 am you hear Karl Franz shouting “Summon the elector counts!”.

Hell you could still have specialists even, just instead of it being Steve who only knows how to build cookie cutter housing it’s Irish who is obsessed with mid 200s Hispano-Roman architecture. Or maybe it’s both of them working in harmony to create something truly horrifying.

That is just kinda vibing. Don’t know bout you but between my instincts and paranoia keeping watch for threats is a relatively calm vibe.

Firestarter kits are weirdly expensive why would you eat the best accelerate?

I rip the wifi card out and if that’s not available all things can be solved with the proper application of an angle grinder.

What do you want me to act like my kin circa 1995? Because if so you may want to get out of the way cause I’ve got a weed sprayer filled with diesel and a little cigarette!

Gonna start calling my gay artist friend a faggart now thanks.

Pasta Alfredo and gamersupps.

So is it still imposter syndrome if I can recognize that I am in fact decently competent but think any recognition for said competency is at best stupid at worst a fine excuse to commit self sabotage? Because I could do an action of complete selflessness and heroism but if anyone congratulates me I will threaten their lives.

Nah I get why you hated it, most country is utter trash since most of it is Nashville country and fuck Nashville country. Also over the last 10 or so years music streaming has gotten become increasingly ready and available meaning it’s easier to avoid such trash. Though I’m partial to bluegrass, Reno, and Bakersfield country which have somewhat gone back to their more folkish roots.

This is why I can’t listen to radio at all, that and my tastes are way to eclectic to be satisfied by radio. How will I listen to obscure 1970s underground Ukrainian rock music.

Like my starting songs are repeated semi frequently but after 15 minutes it’s usually songs I havent listened to recently at minimum.

Eclecticness is honestly pretty standard for folk beliefs especially ones that may have pre Christian roots that have been evolving constantly since, also fun fact my kins weird form of animism also applies to machinery as well. From what I can tell it started with my 3x great grandfather with the term “fae of the engine” in reference to locomotives.

Luckily ive hybridized it with my kins folk belief system, synchronizing Odin with ancestor worship, a form of animism, and a semi Christianized version of a Celtic hunting god isn’t too hard. Helps water it down especially since I don’t really focus on any of the war aspects unless I am actively in a meltdown.

Could be worse a solid contingent of the followers of my god are Nazis. Neo paganism is fun.

According to my religion ignorance is a sin, thusly I must know as much as possible in a sisyphusian goal of madness. Is summary: why?

Sorry I can’t hear you I’m not wearing pants.

I cast Ketemine Ape.

Let’s be honest here if anybody from the 1700s slept with a trans woman it was definitely Ben Franklin. Man was a professional horn dog.

Immediately murders the closest person to see what happens