In case you can’t tell, I’m passionate about rationality and critical thinking.
I’m grateful that, when she was pregnant, my sister-in-law insisted that anyone who planned to interact with her kids got the MMR booster beforehand. I have no idea when my last booster was before that, but with all this shit going down I can feel comfortable knowing I was boosted within the last decade.
It’s astounding, time is fleeting
Oh hey fellow night owl. I woke up around 2:30am this time, a half hour later than usual. I must be getting better.
If only on one side of the body? A mirror, probably. If they’ve been used to treat phantom limb pain, maybe they’d work for itches too?
This reminds me of how my old dog used to like when you blew raspberries into her cheek. She’d push her cheek against your mouth to tell you she wanted more.
It all started because my brother’s a prick who likes to piss off animals. He used to blow in dogs’ faces to see how they reacted (and is the only person our childhood dog ever bit, in her entire 19 years of life.) But when he tried it with my dog, she liked it. Eventually it turned into blowing raspberries into the side of her face. Maybe she liked the vibrations? Maybe she liked our breath? Who knows.
Weird little pup, I miss her.
He literally has a “safe space” the way South Park imagined it? Poor Butters, going through all his shitty news just to find the rare, delusional comment in Trump’s favor.
Tiiiiiin roof
Rusted
Watching Futurama and hearing them say that Nixon was the worst president in history AND alternate history is hard to watch now. The writers get a lot of things right, but Trump completely breaks that joke in a heartbreaking way.
Well, that’s one way to start the new Axis powers. The internal fascist structure could be a gamble (usually even other fascist leaders want to have more authority than deference), but I guess we’ll see how it goes.
I love the quote, but I think it’s important to credit its creator - James Nicoll
One time in high school, I dissociated so hard that I temporarily couldn’t understand spoken English. Tbf, I did it intentionally just to see if I could (as nerds do when they’re bored in gym class.) It was very interesting. English sounded like a softer German with French pronunciations, which tracks. I thought it sounded pleasant. I still want to know what non-Native English speakers think, but it was fun to listen to English “from the outside” for a few minutes.
I was on the loud, busy bleachers with many other people. I decided to concentrate on the sounds I heard, and only on the sounds, without attempting to understand anything that was said. At some point it’s like my comprehension disengaged and I was in a sea of meaningless chatter. It should be noted that I am neurodivergent, so perhaps it was easier for me to concentrate on pure sensory information? Who knows. I sure don’t.
If anybody else has had this experience, I’m curious what it was like for you, too.
Reading this as I pack a bowl and contemplate which version of society I want to build a simulation of today (medieval, modern, or futuristic?)
What a thing to read as I went to take my first bite of the day.
Breakfast has been postponed.
"I apologise it was taken that way. I was with a group of friends and there was nothing serious about it.”
Haven’t we heard that enough by now to know that’s a pathetic, bullshit excuse? What you say with friends reveals something about you and how you think. The guy could’ve said nothing and he’d have been fine, but for some reason the idea of taking over Iceland was in his mind and for some reason he felt comfortable making light of it. If infringing on another country’s sovereignty is such a non-issue that he feels comfortable joking about it, he’s clearly not fit to be an ambassador. (Though as a Trump-appointee, it’s hardly surprising he’s not fit for the job.)
Trump declares himself the acting president of Venezuela.
He also thinks it’s fine to kidnap the president of Venezuela.
Well, if both those things are true…
If you need a job, it’s a job to have!
Right? It’s such a petty thing. Yeah, I get not wanting to touch the toilet, but I don’t understand why the burden should be 100% on either gender. Just pay attention to the seat before you use it (regardless of which direction it’s going), do your business, keep it clean, replace the toilet paper when it runs low/out, and we’ll all be fine.
Edit to add. My ex’s ex made a huge deal about the toilet seat. When I first moved in with him, there were stickers that said “PUT THE SEAT DOWN” on the bottom side of it. I thought it was humiliating. I bought some Goo Gone and removed that shit.
It’s because a lot of women “hover.” They don’t want to touch the seat, but also don’t want to use seat covers or lay down toilet paper. Instead, they squat and hover over the seat, which leaves a gap for piss to spill onto. Then for some unknown reason, they don’t take some toilet paper and clean up the pee they leave.
It’s terrible and I can’t understand it.
I’m a woman but I grew up with guys, so I never understood what the big deal was. It’s ingrained in me to check the seat before sitting, as well as to check the amount of toilet paper before going.
Guys have to lift the seat, I have to put it down, so what? I’m washing my hands when I’m done anyway (and I hope others are too), and I’d rather just have to put a seat down than have to wipe someone else’s piss off it (which I have to do in public restrooms, because some women are straight-up animals there.)
This explains all the people who react to someone else’s depression with, “Why don’t you just think positively?”
My friend, if it were that easy for everyone, depression wouldn’t be a thing. When I’m off my Lexapro, literally any given topic can be driven to a depressing topic. Cute kitten pictures? Now I’m sad thinking of how short their lives are. Looking at flowers? Great, now I’m thinking about how many bees are dying. I can’t even look at the sky without thinking about space debris cluttering low Earth orbits or something.
Thank goodness for anti-depressants. They’re the only way I can derail the sad trains of thought that my brain drives me down.