The tyco one?

I loved that thing.

Yup. It’s weird, but that’s the way. When I first saw it in a book as a kid, I didn’t connect it to the word as it’s said for years.

In reality, nothing, that isn’t my vibe.

But, when messing around with my wife? I’ll tell a simple joke. Then I’ll exaggerate the fuck out of it. Then I’ll do a personalized version of it ala walking dad. Then I’ll wait fifteen or twenty minutes and do it again. And again until she’s almost ready to punch me.

Then I’ll wait a day, and start a normal conversation, go with it and then segue right into the joke again. Then go through the whole cycle until she’s ready to scream. Then stop and say I’m done. Only I’m not, and she knows I’m not after over a decade together. She knows it’s going to come back, and she’s waiting for it, only I’ll wait longer, until she thinks I’ve forgotten and drop it out of nowhere in the middle of something else, sometimes while there’s people around that I know have never heard the joke, and now she’s glaring at me, but trying not to laugh while everyone else is laughing because it’s new to them.

Eventually she accepts the absurdity of it all and gets that it’s all about committing to the bit.

But the reason it works is that she can never tell which joke it’s going to be. It isn’t every joke, every day.

Like, why didn’t the toilet paper cross the road?

Because it was stuck in the crack.

Simple, silly joke. Fucking hilarious though, it’s utter genius joke construction (and I wish I had been the one to create it). But when you start exaggerating the way you tell it, doing the whole “do ya get it?” shtick, then switching over to "it got stuck in the crack Coral! Only with Coral replaced by her name, it starts building into this absurd snowball that grows with every repetition until it’s bigger and more ridiculous than a simple bit like that can do on its own.

It’s shorthand for “I love you enough to look like a jackass for days or weeks just to give you a laugh”, and it’s utterly annoying, it’s groan inducing and sometimes “Jesus fucking Christ, South, how many times are you going to do this?!”. But it always pays off in the end because once the ride is over, and the theater of the absurd plays out, all it takes is starting the joke, and she’s laughing, and happy. That’s because she knows damn good and well I wouldn’t put the effort into it for just anyone. She knows it’s going to build a shared joy in a way just telling a joke can’t.

But it still annoys her during the process, which just makes it funnier.

Nah, man, it was working in both directions for a while. I wanna say at least as far back as 2019 for sure, because I got blocked by accident by someone I know irl, and couldn’t see their stuff when logged in, nor could they see mine

Document everything. And avoid the hell out of her. It’s impossible to predict how turning anyone down can go, so the safest course of action is to not turn her down, but to never go near her again

It’s effectively the same thing.

Whether or not the recording is kept or not, it’s using the same function.

Ehhh, I don’t think there is a unifying “white” culture.

Plenty of regional cultures that are predominantly white, and definitely city level ones, but that’s different from a “white culture”.

Hell, it’s hard to even say there’s am American culture because it’s just so damn big. Even regional cultures, like the general southern culture I came up in, I can’t say is a single one. There’s to much different between adjoining counties sometimes, and states can be even further apart.

If I point to the Appalachian culture I’m also a part of, you can’t really rely on that as much as you’d think, because five hundred miles in the mountains is a huge barrier to culture connections, even though much of the population shares common ancestry that informs the local cultures.

So, nah, I can’t buy the idea of “white” culture any more than I can any singular racial culture. They just don’t work when in reality, though they’re temping on paper.

Shit, even “ethnic” cultures vary too much between specific cities to rely on them translating fully, so why would arbitrary skin color groupings? The Irish folk here in the hills have kept and/or adapted the culture of their ancestors different than those in Boston, or New Orleans, or New York. Just looking at my maternal and paternal families, there’s enough differences that I wouldn’t give credence to an Irish, Scots-Irish or German culture being fully passed down in the same way.

The UK is way smaller than the US, and every city has its own distinct culture. Some are big enough cities that there’s multiple versions in each one.

If I had to lay claim to a national culture of the US, it would have to be adaptability. The overall culture of the US is to take what comes here and mix it around until it sticks. And that’s not a very distinct thing at all.

So, wait, Google can record calls, but we can’t?

Well, everyone on lemmy is just me talking to myself ;)

Any time this comes up, it’s always cool how many people have shared a similar experience. It also always makes me wish there was research into how this kind of dream happens, that so many people have experienced it. The fact that so many people do seems to me that there’s something about humans, as a species, that makes it possible, beyond just the ability/need to dream in general.

Well, on my end, idgaf. As long as Google’s dick is in the pie, I ain’t fucking with it. It’s bad enough they’re into everything already, I have no interest in adding to it by being limited to their one app that allows rcs.

Nah, he’s always gone beyond weird. Even back before the band got famous, he was a major asshole to people and abusive. If you can find people that were in the scene back then, it wasn’t even secret; some of the early fans were proud if he did something shitty to them.

Yup. It’s very easy indeed.

Pirate the fuck out of their stuff, enjoy, repeat.

Edit: the exception is when the the fuckery is in the music/art.

I remember a bunch over the years that I can still close my eyes and replay, so this is a harder question than it may seem on the surface.

The actual most unforgettable is a recurring nightmare that I’m not willing to talk about because fuck that.

But number two was a doozie. Heh.

Back in high school, I had one of those bonkers dreams that fucked me up bad for a while.

In the dream, I met a girl, fell in love, had kids and grandkids, grew old together. And I’m not talking about just those events and nothing else. There were entire days taking place, from waking up to going to bed in the dream. Entire birthday parties, vacations together, sitting on swings and swinging while holding hands and watching the kids play.

I lived an entire fucking life in a dream.

And I woke up from that still a fucking kid. And I immediately started crying because my family were gone, my dream family. I lost them just as sure as if they’d died. It was both beautiful and horrifying.

It fucked me up. Not that I wasn’t already pretty damn fucked up, what with PTSD already kicking my ass at that age. But that dream was brutal. Well, waking up from it was, the dream itself was amazing.

I’ve told the story of this many times online because retelling it tends to take the sting out of it a little more each time.

Not that I haven’t had a great deal of joy in real life, I have. And I’m happier with my wife and kid now than I ever was in the dream, plus it’s real. But that dream has sometimes made it difficult to be fully present in a relationship in the past. It was one of those things where knowing that the person I was with wasn’t the right one made it easier to end things before they went bad. But the fact that I would have to constantly compare reality to the dream meant that I could never be certain how much was a genuine incompatibility and how much was holding reality up to the lens of a dream.

But the older I got, the less that factored into things. Now, it’s more of a pleasant memory than a bad one. The dream has lost its sting from being only a dream, and reality is better in terms of having a fulfilling and real partner.

I’ve been cooking at home, and occasionally in restaurants, since I was about ten or so. So, 40ish years.

No single standard is better than the others. It does suck that there isn’t a single one that is used as a base, and then gets converted by the cook into their preferred units and structure, but even that has issues.

The good news is that most cooking, and even most baking, is very forgiving of the kind of discrepancies between sizes of lemons, onions, etc. You don’t really run into trouble until you’re dealing with things that react chemically based on the ratio of ingredients, which is still most common in baking, and not even all baking.

Even in those types of recipes, it’s usually flour that’s the problem, not leaveners, since flour compacts readily and to a high degree. But, then again, most modern recipes like that are going to be in weight measures, or in baker’s ratios. You’d be using a scale for the fiddly recipes.

So, generally, just guesstimate your produce size the first time you make something. It’s not going to be so far off that the results will suck if the dish itself doesn’t. Then you tweak things until it fits what you prefer, which is what happens anyway as you build your recipe book/collection.

My old recipe book had scribbled notes in the margins from years of refinements. When I copied that into a digital recipe manager, I added them in directly. Now, I’m able to just enter the original recipe, then add my notes as parentheticals or whatever as I refine.

Even with those detailed notes, a given recipe won’t always be reproducible as exactly the same. That’s because you just can’t standardize everything. You use good produce, there’s going to be varying water content, slight differences in flavor compounds, more or less sugars, so to get the same results over time, the cook has to know how to adjust for those things on the fly.

Of equal import is that no matter how scientific your process of recipe development is, the table is never the same as the cook. My taste buds and brain aren’t the same as my wife’s, my kid’s, my cousin’s, etc. So there’s limits to the benefits of standardized recipes on the plate.

Now, formatting? That’s a huge help.

You want your ingredient list to include instructions about when an ingredient is used in multiple places. You want lists broken down in sections when a recipe calls for multiple procedures (like making the main dish, a sauce, and a crust).

In the instructions, make sure the ingredient quantities are included for redundancy.

If there’s an instruction about duration that’s variable explain what the variables change. As in: bake for 10 to 15 minutes. Okay, great. What’s the difference? If my stove runs hot and I go for the short time, will I see golden brown, and will 15 be burnt or just really dark? Yeah, you can’t expect identical results from one circumstance to the next, but at least drop an “until golden brown” at the very minimum.

That applies to any variable, imo, but it can get to be too much detail in complicated recipe.

Cooking and baking are chemistry, physics. But they’re also an art. The more you try to strip a recipe of flexibility, the less successful it’s going to be for the next cook.

Everything is a balancing act. Privacy, anonymity, and security aren’t the same things. They’re sometimes, and in some aspects always, difficult to achieve without compromising one of the other two.

When you add in the goal of quick, easy setup to make the service useful in the first place. Doesn’t matter how good the service is at the trinity if nobody is willing to use it. Signal just errs on security first, privacy second, anonymity third.

Only when you stick your tongue in their mouth.

Which is fun, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes things are busy and you don’t have time.

The mods do their job. I don’t know for sure which ones are and are not active, but reports get handled same day in every case where I’ve reported, or been reported. I’d have to check the mod log to see if there’s been recent activity in that regard, but don’t have interest in doing so when anyone can.

On my pen name account, I moderate two communities, and it would sometimes be months before I’d do anything on the account that would show up because those communities were very slow, and I’m subscribed to them on this account. No need to switch to that account when there’s no mod action needed, unless I want to post/comment on it, which is fairly infrequent.

Lemmy is way more forgiving of relaxed moderation.

Oh, heck yeah! Elotes en vaso especially. It still needs the cotija or parm, but the yeast bumps it up.

Grits are the same; still needs actual cheese, but the yeast amplifies it. Popcorn, it can just go straight on!

As long as you’re getting “favorited”, it’s working as intended. Retooting (sorry, I know that’s not what it’s called I just enjoy the term) is less a determinant of what kind of interest there is on your post, but if you’re getting any at all, you’re doing good.

Mastodon as a whole isn’t really about this kind of discussion. Just like Twitter was not going to have the same degree of interaction that reddit offered. Mastodon serves a different purpose, so it’s very difficult to make it work for threaded discussion, even though you can even use it to interact with lemmy (or other federated services).

If you don’t want to use Mastodon as just a place to send your thoughts into the world, you have to follow hashtags that are about discussion and engagement. They can be hard to find, and often aren’t great because most people use instances that limit character use. Hard to have a nuanced talk with under 500 characters.

I mean, you quoted the line and missed the last two words as umami. That’s absurd, it’s right there to see.

Up until the term umami spread outside of Japan, nobody called the flavor that. And it still took longer before people figured out that it was its own taste in the same wau sour, bitter, salty, and sweet are; that it has distinct receptors.

Before that, there wasn’t really a specific term in use. When people referred to what is now called umami, the vocabulary was different. Savory and meaty are the two I remember being most used, and they have other usages for food. Savory is very often just used as an antonym for sweet, and meaty just means “meat like” without drawing a distinction between the saltiness and slight metallic tang of meat from the part that is umami.

I don’t know how old you are, so you may or may not have been around during the spread of the term and its eventual discovery of having its own receptors. But it was “viral” in the way it initially crept in, then exploded as every cooking show started talking about it and familiarity with the term spread. There was a collective “ohhhhhh! That’s what I’ve been experiencing”, and the word got adopted. Now it’s a part of the collective lexicon.