I’d live, but it’d suck even more.

I didn’t shit the whole journey, then I crapped it all out into Christ’s crib. You won’t hear about it in the Bible, but the Bible carries on the spirit of the gift: it’s a bunch of shit.

Once upon a time, there was a man named Abraham, who beget two sons, who each beget one of two shitty peoples, who both claim some mystical sky daddy gave them the right of land ownership. And they’ve been fighting ever since, barring an occasional peace that always got broken. But now, one side is curb stomping the other hard, largely in part due to outside aid.

Sorry, but I can’t see the justification for it. I’m on board with everyone else who’s suggesting statistics, though.

It gave me a sort of feeling I didn’t get from anything else, that I liked. But it’s kind of hard to describe. Like standing on the edge of an epiphany but never quite grasping it.

Only ever had one, kinda. Though I’m not sure I’d call it comfortable? But it’s… visceral, which is mildy amusing because it’s trying to be cerebrial, but too much of the dialogue is just scattered quotes and philosophy references. Anyways, the movie is Ghost in the Shell: Innocence. The second one that was directed by Mamoru Oshii. These days, I don’t get anything out of watching it anymore. I watched it one too many times. But I’ve never taken to any movie like I did that one, so, it wins.

Firework sulphur

I promise you the lack of modern oven wouldn’t be the worst part. Making do with a wood-fire oven would be fine. It’s the proofing process that would be a pain in the ass. When raising bread, time, temperature, and humidity are all pretty much ingredients, and things can get finnicky. A proofer helps immensely with keeping bulk batches of bread a consistent quality day after day. The cooking bit is the easy part. But imagine just having a change of weather fuck with things and then you have to adjust the environment as best you can so the bread’ll rise right, and keep it stable for hours.

I baked as a living for 5 years, and I’m in the midwest USA, so I dealt with all 4 seasons varying. And on top of that a lot of the shop was glass windows, so you can bet the weather messed with things. Even with the proofer. So without, man, it’s annoying just to think about. Would probably have to seal a room up aside from a chimney, keep a fire going, and take a boiling pot of water off and on the fire to keep the air the right humidity.

Baking bread goes back pretty far. Think I’d rather just jump of a cliff, though.

Being an astronaut was defo something I idolized as being a kid. Then I got older and realized what it’d take to actually live that life, and the risks involved in rocket travel, and things like muscle dystrophy from being in zero G too long. Not to mention all the schooling and training needed. And it’s all for… not much, really. Like, at the end of the day, space travel does not actually help humanity that much. Now, satellites have certainly changed things a shit ton, but like, we’re not going to other planets anytime soon. We’re not gathering resources from other planets. We’re not terraforming. Our “going to outer space” is parking your ass in a station in orbit and living with reduced QoL while you run experiments in zero-G. Just like, nah, fuck all that noise.

Definitely debt.

I preface this by stating I am not a parent, so if you want to take my words with a grain of salt, fine. But overall, I don’t see anything inherently wrong with a senior befriending a freshman. Like, I understand your caution, but as long as the older person is decent, it’s really just fine. Being wary is one thing, but I wouldn’t step in and force a seperation or anything unless some bad signs crop up first. If your wife and daughter are both on the same side, and they’re close to one another, then I think that’s all the more reason you should just step back and wait and see for now.

The movie, Aliens, plural, the James Cameron one, is utter trash. It is not a sci-fi hallmark of any sort. It is garbage that is a total slog to watch and should be lauded as terrible taste from the 80s. Even the much shat on AvP franchise, with it’s especially looked down on Requiem, is better than the shit Cameron shat out.

The classic style MMO, laden with hotkeys and hotbars, fetch quests, and grindingly gathering resources, needs to be taken 'round the barn and shot. This includes such megahits from WoW to FFXIV.

Dark Souls/Elden Ring was never good, and was only ever “okay,” at best, and never worth full price.

I’ll take my downvotes, now, thanks.

In keeping things in the spirit of petty problems, there has got to be a better way to remove hair than dragging a razor over ones skin or having the hair ripped out with wax. But I’m too dumb to realize the solution.

PTSD and trauma victims gobbling the pills like mad, the skills are just a bonus

I’d give away two years for expert knowledge in two areas: a painter and illustrator artist, and a successful stock broker. Fuck off from work and win at the market to cover expenses, spend the rest of my time creating whatever the hell I want with my art.

My mind seems to favor the negative memories, focuses on them, and I forget the good ones as they are no longer referenced. So I really don’t care which years I lose.

An autistic wallflower becomes the latest in a line of clones for the god-emperor. Long philosophical rambling ensues as the wallflower continues to just let bad shit happen to him without ever just walking away or speaking up.

Toss me in with the “there isn’t one,” lot. You do or you don’t do, and the brain keeps thinking until it doesn’t. But I guess if I had to slap one on there, it’d be one of the most basic-level things that most all successful forms of life achieve: to propogate.

You exist because for hundreads of thousands of years things fucked, fucked, and fucked some more, until you got fucked into existance. Now go, continue the cycle, the fuckening must go on.

Why not do both?
colonizing and plundering of resources intensifies

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My negative thoughts, mostly. Even if you don’t believe in do-gooder fallacious platitudes like “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all,” the truth of the matter is it eases social instances to just not bring negativity to the table unless it’s really needed (which is usually to shut someone down who’s being an asshole, or seriously weighing pros and cons of something.)