Poor Americans don’t know what they missed out on. There’s a very small list of people who I would legitimately call “Canadian Treasures” and he’s pretty much at the top of it.
The kicker is, he was an american who came to Canada to help Mr. Rogers develop a Canadian version of his show, and then decided to stay.
Based on the noises she was making, yo’ mama last night.
Some people do enjoy an “English muffin” but they’re not very popular, much less loved than crumpets
Wait wait wait…hold on. Canadian here. I thought English Muffins and Crumpets were the same thing with different names…
People tend to look at me funny when I tell them that I don’t remember my childhood all the way up through highschool.
Certain big events in highschool I can remember of course. But for most of it is just vague impressions of “Yeah…I must have done that at some point, but can’t recall specifics”.
For Childhood it gets even more nebulous; again, a few things I clearly remember, and much of the rest of it I can’t decide if I actually remember it, or if I’m “filling in the blanks” from old photographs (the brain is funny that way…implanting a fake memory is pretty easy it turns out)
People have told me that that’s a reaction to childhood trauma, but since I’m kind of stupidly good at holding useless trivia in my brain, I just think I pushed it all out to make room for random facts about ancient history and star trek lore.
It’s already been mentioned, but I’ll throw in for Jitsi. I believe it can also be self-hosted.
As a shut in with social anxiety and very introverted
As someone who is similar, my advice is this. Get yourself one friend who is the exact opposite. If they care about you, they’ll basically force you to attend social functions and stuff with them, and that will put you into a situation to get more comfortable with more people. Their friends become your friends.
You are going to get a whole lot of different answers. Simply because there is no one answer.
There is also no separation between the physical and the mental. They’re one and the same. If you don’t feel physical pleasure during sex, you’re not going to feel emotional pleasure, and vice versa. There is nothing wrong with not feeling sexual pleasure. Sexual interest is not a binary all or nothing. It’s a scale from Asexual (not interested at all) to sex-addict, with most people falling somewhere in between. So any answer you get is going to be from different points on the scale, not necessarily close to where you are on it (very close if not completely asexual)
I fall somewhere close to asexual, but not all the way. I’m much more interested in the lead-up to it, first second and third base, so-to-speak, and rounding for home is just kind of a let-down after all of it. A part of that (not to get too into the weeds) is that I love performing cunnilingus, but hate receiving blowjobs, because I can’t fathom that a woman actually enjoys giving head, and therefore I can’t take any pleasure from it. But 80% of my sexual pleasure comes from knowing that I’m giving HER pleasure. There is no greater rush of endorphins than using fingers and tongue and then seeing your partner not able to walk afterwards because their legs are shaking too much.
THAT is far more of a sense to me; the mental. The actual act of intercourse is no different than masturbation; it’s what you do to empty your balls once the fun part has been completed.
Not sure where she is. She was smarter than me and never really got into the social media thing when it was starting and so nearly twenty years later, I’ve not been able to find a trace of her in terms of social media presence.
She was very much a hippie. But not in a run around barefoot with flowers in her hair doing LSD hippie. Just more in a sense of really down to earth and loved doing things like making soap, or being out in nature. Just really not materialistic at all. Which I appreciated at the time, but something happened, she misunderstood my reaction to it and left me with the belief that she was crazy. And maybe she was, but I should have handled it better and explained things to her in a way that could have kept us together. But that’s life I guess.
Not having children with my (now) ex-wife. Thankfully found out her true nature before that happened. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to co-parent with her and deal with her on a regular basis. So I’m thankful I could just split our shit 50/50 and then forget I ever knew her.
Even the stupidest person on earth gets one right every once in a while.
Congratulations America. You put the reins of power in the hands of toddlers coming up with cool names for made up comic book superheroes.
Up here during COVID, a lot of grocery stores implemented arrows and traffic directions in their aisles so that no one aisle was two way. They basically became one way streets.
I desperately hoped that they would keep that, but nope. Quickly returned to the old jack-assery.
Can I just copy and paste this as my answer?
You think I have that much time in my life to list all of them!?
The one that pops into my head immediately is:
There is a special place in hell for people who don’t hug the curb when yielding to traffic before making a right hand turn. Instead they take up the half the through lane and half the turning lane, meaning that the person behind them can’t pull forward.
Onions
First choice would be a nordic country. They generally rank high up in metrics like health, happiness, etc…
Close second behind those would be New Zealand.
Literally everything.
Maybe I’m just used to my comfortable parliamentary democracy.
You vote for your representative. Whichever party gets the most representatives gets power. It’s either a majority (meaning that they can do whatever they want because they got more representatives than all the other parties combined) or it’s a minority (meaning that to pursue their agenda they’ll need to cooperate and negotiate with the other parties because they don’t have enough representatives to do it themselves)
The leader of that ruling party becomes Prime Minister. He holds less power than a president because in reality he’s just the Prime Minister (First Minister among many) but he has more authority than the leaders of the other parties who didn’t win.
It just seems so simple compared to the lunacy to my south.
I literally couldn’t tell. Which is why I just Homered back into the bush rather than attempting to even reply. If it’s satire, it’s master class.
apoplectic
Legitimately one of my favourite words.
Also keeping with the theme of Canadian Treasures who moved here from America, I thought Robert Munsch had passed away, but turns out he’s still kicking. Though he’s come out and said that he is suffering from dementia and no longer able to write.
One of my earliest school memories is him coming to read to us in the school library.