wrath_of_grunge

everyone knows, there’s a certain amount of fucking around you get for free. the real problem is that the finding out part can happen quick, and seem to come out of nowhere.

let’s not just reference it and move on.

let’s show them doing it.

and let’s explore what it is they were saying specifically. they believe that Mr. Rogers was a ‘evil, evil, man’, because he told young kids ‘everyone is special’.

that’s what these evil, evil, people took issue with. a person on public television, not motivated by stacks of money, told some young kids they were worth something.

i also want to point out that this is the man they called evil. a man who went before one of the most powerful governments in the world, and talked about what was important to him.

in and of itself that’s not that unusual. people do it all the time. what made this time different is what was important to that person, and more specifically why it should be important to all of us.

they’re commonly known as busy bowls.

we had to get one for a young dog we took in. he was used to food being scarce, and would gulp down any given to him. the busy bowls make them work for it, so it slows them down a bit.

My dad has been using my old 6S until recently. We bumped him up to a 8 I recently quit using.

Currently I’m using an 11 Pro. Great phone.

you ever notice that Batman’s relationship with Robins is similar to Joker’s relationship with Harleys.

You thought you were the first? You won’t even be the last.

absolutely.

not every joke is going to land with everyone. sometimes they’re not even jokes, just pointing out absurdities.

if they don’t land with you, i wouldn’t stress it. sometimes the humor is extremely nerdy. it’s like the Far Side or Monty Python. it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s OK.

basically it became it’s own sub-culture instead of just being a situational label.

they’re just insufferable. the problem isn’t the situation. it’s the mindset they develop.

it basically becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy for them. they can’t get a woman, they develop unhealthy views, related to self-entitlement, and they become walking red flags to normal, adjusted individuals, which drives their isolation, and then feeds into what they think always happens.

a defeatist attitude never gets anything done. being a person is, in part, about self improvement.

if your skills won’t get you hired for a job, you need to improve your skills. dating and having successful relationships is not much different. the problem with many incels is that they improve all these other aspects of their life (job, property, car), and then can’t understand why the other sex doesn’t flock to them. they fail to realize that hitting all these various metrics is just a part of the equation, but not the whole she-bang.

if you haven’t had a relationship, maybe you haven’t had the right circumstances, or met the right person. the trick is to understand not to necessarily take that personally, as recursive as that sounds.

i’d like the James Gandolfini. die on vacation somewhere nice.

how’d he spend his last week? worried about the bills and work? no, on vacation in Rome.

we should all be so lucky.

also, i kind of hope my death causes a lot of paperwork.

repeat this process EVERY time they call.

this is the way. i had to break it to my friend recently, these scam callers don’t have a DO NOT CALL list. they just have a list where they call you more.

i got my cell number decades ago. for many years i would get calls for a Sabrina. i explained to them many times over the years, i don’t know anyone by that name and i’m not interested. every time, they’d wait about 6 months and the calls would start up again. about a year or two ago i was in the shop working, and got a call. i decided after that moment that i was Sabrina and i was interested in whatever it was they were selling.

a few days later, i got a call, told them i was Sabrina, was down for whatever services they had. i managed to get the person to give me the address they had listed, under the guise of confirming it. before the end of the week i had 3 different roofing contractors scheduled, all to show up at the same time, same day.

my only regret was that i couldn’t be there to watch the drama unfold. when they called back later i told them i had no idea what they were talking about.

in the year and a half since that incident, i have received no more calls for Sabrina.

moral of the story, sometime the best answer isn’t the honest one.

learn HOW to drink.

drinking isn’t just about finding out how much it takes before you black out. AND FOR EVERYONE ELSE’S SAKE, DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE. if you’re gonna drink, arrange transportation, or stay where you are.

also, read the Hagakure. there’s some good stuff in there.

he’s testing your resolve.

if you did nothing, you failed.

Huskies are like this too.

nothing really matters, that’s what gives our presence meaning. there is no grand score keeping, which makes things like kindness all the more meaningful.

when nothing matters, how we live and express ourselves becomes even more meaningful.

the entire existence of all living things is the struggle. some thrive, some don’t.

but we do it all for the good days. if it was all good days, we wouldn’t appreciate them like we do. the darkness gives meaning to the light, and the bad days give meaning to the good ones.

i’m sorry about your cat. it can be rough to lose a loved one. but that doesn’t mean there won’t be more good days.

captive bead earrings are the answer here.

a friend of mine and myself were wrestling a bit in the front yard. i was probably in my early 20’s. my thumb got caught in the collar of his t-shirt. we flipped around a bit and my thumb partially dislocated. i felt it start to pivot out of socket, and called for a stop. my friend immediately stopped and i was fine. it still aches to this day when i exert it. part of the issue is it’s on my left hand and i use that thumb while doing things like playing guitar.

it’s dumb but nothing else makes that joint really ache like that.

of all the ways i’ve been hurt over the years, it’s stupid that that’s the injury that gives me semi-on-going pain.

a friendly reminder for those who need it

sounds like somebody has never heard of Dwarf Fortress and the time they updated the cats.

“I added taverns to fortress mode, so the dwarves will go to a proper establishment, get mugs, and make orders, and they’ll drink in the mug,” Adams said. "And, you know, things happen, mugs get spilled, there’s some alcohol on the ground.

"Now, the cats would walk into the taverns, right, and because of the old blood footprint code from, like, eight years ago or something, they would get alcohol on their feet. It was originally so people could pad blood around, but now any liquid, right, so they get alcohol on their feet. And then I wanted to add cleaning stuff so when people were bathing, or I even made eyelids work for no reason, because I do random things sometimes. So cats will lick and clean themselves, and on a lark, when I made them clean themselves I’m like, ‘Well, it’s a cat. When you do lick cleaning, you actually ingest the thing that you’re cleaning off, right? They make hairballs, so they must swallow something, right?’ And so the cats, when they cleaned the alcohol off their feet, they all got drunk. Because they were drinking.

But the numbers were off on that. I had never thought about, you know, activating inebriation syndromes back when I was adding the cleaning stuff. I was just like, ‘Well, they ingest it and they get a full dose,’ but a full dose is a whole mug of alcohol for a cat-sized creature, and it does all the blood alcohol size-based calculations, so the cats would get sick and vomit all over the tavern."

after the update there were so many dead cats everywhere. alcohol is a solution, and all that.