i’m sorry, but, sploot?

i think you’ve hit the nail on the head regarding why robbing recent graves is unethical; that is, it’s denying valuable data to the archeologists of 3024 CE.

definitely hate DST, but mostly because of the annual death toll it entails, and the fact that it makes no fucking sense.

as far as most disturbing thing to watch, probably the self-immolation of aaron bushnell back in february. i generally avoid the more messed up infamous internet stuff.

eta: more disturbing, but not quite as punchy due to not being a video, was a post i saw once about a young lady who picked at her legs so much, that they had to be removed. there was a lot of pictures. she eventually dug a hole straight through them.

11. all of them, as far as i can recall, are bots. most of them just reddit repost spam bots.

let’s split the difference: usetilize,

when i was a kid, i figured it was a reference to some now obscure detective story, where a bowl of pudding contained the important clue as to who the killer was or something. it wasn’t until much later that i heard of this etymology.

so you’re fine using ‘like’ as, like, a pause word, but not in similes?

All right, then. Keep your secrets.

i don’t see the relation to rule 34

nerf dart

it kind of is, as far as i can tell, or at least it’s adjacent, though the term actually predates modern asexual nomenclature, and the split-attraction model, which didn’t really take off until the internet did. ‘bambi lesbian’ has merely had a resurgence in recent years because it sounds cute as hell.

it’s like people forget that trump was already president before. the Israel/Palestine conflict is not new. i’m pretty sure every US president since Israel was founded has supported Israel in every form the conflict has taken. there’s more gas on the fire now, but it’s not like trump wasn’t stoking the flames when he was president last time, and it’s weird to think he wouldn’t actually contine the bipartisan US policy of providing material aid to Israel, regardless of what fucked up shit they do.

both candidates will support genocide, so at that point you can either not vote, and just let the chips fall where they may, vote for a third party candidate who won’t support genocide (because they won’t get elected), or choose between the two genocidal options based on other factors, and try and minimize the damage in other arenas.

well i think most of us were born here.

i find this very easy on lemmy, in english. i’m usually talking to folks more than about them. if i do want to talk about someone, i’ll check their profile, or default to ‘they’ if data is lacking, but it’s a rare enough thing so as to be little burden.

maybe? i’m quite sure you can use them in the same way though. garlic greens are good too. and depending where you live, you can forage good wild options too. my dad’s back yard usually gets a good crop of 3 pointed leeks that i would harvest when i lived with him.

i only ever get green onions a few weeks after buying an onion that i didn’t get around to cooking.

the begats ain’t so bad, it’s only a couple short bits in the first book, as i recall, which is otherwise one of the best books that i read, with lots of relatively interesting short stories. the worst part in the early first books that i read in their entirety would have to be in exodus, where god spends ages going on and on to moses about the precise details of his dream tent. it feels like it goes on for a hundred pages, and then, a few chapters later, he does it all again.

I have knowledge. People who disagree with me have beliefs. /s

nah but for real its all the same, innit? it’s just a matter of how well supported you think your thoughts/beliefs/knowledges are. if i was drawing that kind of a distinction in my head, wouldn’t that mean that i’m thinking things are true that i simultaneously know are false? if i was gonna have ‘knowledge’ and ‘beliefs’ rattling in my head as separate things, that seems like me it’d smack of willful self-delusion.

one time, i saw somebody try to sneak by a big truck making a necessarily wide right turn, and get the whole left side of the car sheered off like a pad of butter.