

Me three! And, y’know, wherever three or four are gathered…
I like American music. Do you like American music? I like American music, too.
Other versions of me:


Me three! And, y’know, wherever three or four are gathered…
69 Love Songs is hard to beat, especially since it’s also an accurate description of the album and full of bangers.
I left for user interface reasons, actually. That’s why I’m still on lemmy and not piefed.


Oh, I always find a place to bring things up.
The real ones, a game using found materials that keeps them out if the waste stream? Sure.
The commercial mass-produced garbage that created a bunch of material destined for the waste stream? Pass.
Though I do still have my collection if anyone is down for a game.


I would think it’s the time I was rammed by a viking ship, but it turns out it’s actually the time I was almost killed by a will-o-the-wisp.


Lakota:
Help preserve an endangered language
I’ve always wanted to learn it
Useful when I go back home
and frankly, it’s probably the only language I’d want to learn without a community of native speakers in Chicago


I did say I didn’t like your phrasing. Several times, now.


That’s a terrible definition, where did you get it? (This is my opinion, you understand.)
Merriam-Webster has a much better set of definitions, if you want to compare. (Another opinion!) Though while you’re there maybe also look up clone?


A) if someone succeeded at this, they’d brag about it as soon as possible and
2] not knowing still wouldn’t make it a matter of opinion
This is going to sound insane, but it’s actually Len — "Steal My Sunshine”


Sara Bareilles — “King of Anything”
Malena Cadiz — “Rattle the Windows”
Queen — “Princes of the Universe”


Stamina, yes. It’s my kids and wife keeping me busy after work that keep me from the gym, not a lack of energy.
I also eat until I fill up, but I try to do it at least half an hour before I leave work at the latest, so that I’m done with the bulk of digestion before I get home, leaving me feeling ready to tackle home repair, laundry, and dinner prep the moment I get in the door.


Why would this be a matter of opinion?


In the past, I have. You gotta find a way through, though, on your own terms, or that wall is gonna break at a very inconvenient time, and meanwhile the pressure build up isn’t doing you any favors, either. The god news is that if you can do it once, it’s easier the second time.
Try to connect with things that use to make you cry when you were younger. Maybe re-read Bridge to Terebithia or something. Listen to sad love songs, The Magnetic Fields have some great ones. Even happy tears — if the speech at the end of Independence Day does it for you, that’s fine. Once you’re crying about something low-stakes like that then you can start thinking about what’s going on now that you’re blocked up about and hopefully the tears keep coming.
Best wishes, truly.
yes, and so is mbin


on the roof of the Regenstein Library


Human rights are the ones we have by virtue of being human. Since we were human before the Internet, it’s a little shaky. But at the same time, part of being human is assing down information from one generation to the next, and the Internet is a means to do that. I think both arguments have their merits, and I’m not in favor of access bring legally restricted in any case.
That doesn’t seem like it’d be in the child’s best interest.