Same here with dad. I handled my shit in the 4th grade a single time. Bullies at my school remembered and I got left alone. I got suspended and dad got me ice cream because I was standing up for myself.

Several years later some bullies from another school who didn’t know me tried pulling some shit in the wrong place. Not school grounds so there were no policies stopping us. I had just turned old enough to drive. A group of them tried their luck and started talking shit. So I pulled out my tire tool and started swinging. I didn’t hit anyone. I just came out looking crazy and they went on their way.

This will not be everyone’s experience, but in mine you just have to look insane enough that no one doubts you’ll try to maim them.

I picked drinking and having a band. Except that’s also what I did from age 16 to 40. Maybe I’ve always been in crisis.

I’ve got a buddy who does a variation of this. He’s got a little shack pretty close to town. He’ll work in the oil field for a few months, come hang out with everyone, and live a “normal” life. Then when he’s saved up enough he rolls out and lives in the woods with his dog hunting and fishing and growing veggies. We go by and check on his place every so often to make sure no one has broken in and it’s not rotting to the ground.

When he no longer has the money to stay in the woods he comes back. I say that, but he’s got the skills to feed himself out there. I think he gets bored after a year or two and wants to be around people for a while.

I asked him about retirement once and he’s got another shack right on a lake that’s been paid off since the 90s. His plan is to go there and fish and not come back.

4/10. No mention of TempleOS.

Nah, this is a really good explanation.

Not one I’d use.

As a drunk Texan, I can corroborate this information.

This is actually the most clever way I’ve seen this done. But, just like with all art, I can say something is clever (or good, or technically proficient) and still hate it due to the content.

I am and same colors here.

I’m going to start my own pizza brand and label it “now with no asbestos!”.

I’m an independent consultant who works from home 99% of the time. My boss keeps sexually harassing me.

It’s a reverse funnel system.

Says you. I call it a great way to kickstart Tuesday.

If you’re not shitting then you need to see a doctor, friend.

Otherwise, if it’s not your jam there’s nothing wrong with sitting it out. In fact I don’t recommend drinking as heavily as I have or take as many fun drugs as I used to (I can still do them but I choose to heavily limit myself) because there are long term consequences.

For me it’s the knees. I can still shit and bang and drink and do all the same fun drugs I did at 25. But I miss my cartilage.

I wear boots and hold a bottle of whisky. I don’t know why they wouldn’t include that on the list.

How dare anyone enjoy anything that I wouldn’t or couldn’t do myself!

We used to keep the light off in the tech bullpen. There were no windows but enough lights from the screens to keep people from tripping over themselves walking to their desks. Fucking director level POS hated it. When he didn’t have anything to do he’d come back there and loudly exclaim “I don’t see how y’all can work in the dark!”

It’s almost like different people work different ways and have different levels of comfort. I can deal with either just fine but damn, don’t just loudly pronounce shit and change the environment immediately. That absolutely stops pretty much everyone from working because they want to bitch about how it’s different now.

I think it was 50/50 not giving a shit about the comfort of others and wanting attention because he was as useless as a bag of used microplastics.

There’s 7 of them. Maybe she should have swallowed a few.

Warriors, come out to pla-ay

Like Violent Femmes. It’s punk played on acoustic instruments.