I hope your day was more than adequate 🙂

My school had a kid build a computer for the science fair, and our science teacher was like “yeah, you basically just put together an expensive lego set.” and gave him an “adequate” ribbon

Was going through links on a wholesome subreddit the other day, looking to calm myself down, and happened upon a video of a young teenage girl in an audiologists office getting her cochlear implants turned on. She was emotional, and happy crying, as her mom filmed her. But it just seemed kind of wrong to share? Like, this is a private moment for you and your family, and you can see the moment the girl realizes she’s being recorded, and how she then immediately goes to wipe tears/cover her face.

I’ve come to revel in the idea of not recording precious moments, just because I don’t want to cheapen them with the inclusion of a smartphone, a screen to separate myself from life happening on the other side. I take a similar approach to good deeds. Do something good, or kind for someone, and then don’t tell a soul. Keep it with you, for you, only. Hoard those moments like a dragon, and whenever you are having a crisis of faith, where you’re unsure as to your own worth, remind yourself of those times you did something kind for no other reason than it was the right thing to do.

It’s not they filming that’s the problem, it’s posting a video of them being vulnerable on social media for everyone to see, and possibly be used against them in the future. Would you be appreciative if the next time you ugly cried, someone took a video of you doing so, adding their commentary, and then posted it for the world to see?

Such a hilarious show, Extras was

I discovered this at a wonderful restaurant in Columbus, OH that is now closed, but it’s a spicy indian chili-like dish that, when served with a fried egg on top, is just brutally delicious.

Pav Bhaji

Yeah, it was very cathartic. I was scared driving up, but driving away felt amazing

This past Saturday I drove 9 hours (one way) to confront and yell at the family rapist.

Had him and the rest of my family texting and calling frantically, telling me not to. That I was destroying the family, that I’d never see my cousins again, that I’d be arrested, that there would be a sheriffs deputy waiting to take me to jail if I showed up at the pedophiles house.

But on the way up I just happened to listen to an NPR story about the murders in Castle Rock Colorado and how police refused to enforce a restraining order that resulted in the murder of three children, and then the subsequent trial that ended up with the supreme court saying that “cops have no duty to enforce a restraining order.” and then the story of Joe Lozito, the subway hero who sued the police dept. for failing to protect him and his fellow passengers from a knife-wielding spree killer they were on that train, specifically to look for. That case resulted in the supreme court saying that “the police have no duty to protect you.”

So with that information, I decided that it was unlikely that 1. a pedophile rapist would call the police for help because his victim was coming to yell at him, and 2. that a cop, even if called, would show up at all.

I yelled at that bitch while he sat in his mansion for 20 minutes at the top of my lungs. His new neighbors must have some thoughts 😊

Got stuck playing Earthworm Jim when I was a kid. Literally fell in a hole and couldn’t figure out how to get him outta there. Turned it off and never went back

Cues up “What New PussyCat?” by Tom Jones

…

BWAH BWAH BWAH BWAH

WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH

For a bit of non-traditional men’s fashion, I want a a cape/cloak made of nice cotton, one that is swooping with clean lines. You can wrap it around you for a bit of warmth on a brisk day, or let it hang open for a breeze.

You can have informal, casual ones for out and about, or formal ones that have a rigid collar and can be affixed in front like a traditional jacket.

They’re comfy, protect your skin from sun damage, can be worn in layers, and if you’re in a pinch for tourniquet cloth, plenty of fabric!

I have an old, ripped up pair of work pants I use to do outdoor work like mowing the lawn. About a month ago a new rip appeared at the base of my buttocks that I didn’t really notice until one day I went to mow sans underwear. Lemme tell ya, the brief breezes of cool air that would get me right in the nethers was so refreshing. Like drinking from a crystal clear and cool mountain stream, except with my balls.

So if not short-shorts, perhaps some expertly tailored pants with breathable mesh in specific areas? or kilts? kilts would work great 👌

• Princess Bride
• Muppet Christmas Carol
• Lord of the Rings
• The Beauty and the Beast
• The Sword in the Stone
• Dumb and Dumber
• Young Frankenstein
• Nightmare Before Christmas

There’s already a company looking to do just that, although they are focused on using it as a replacement for prison. i.e. instead of serving time in prison, the tech implants traumatic memories into your brain that are related to the crime. It wouldn’t be a far leap to implant desirable memories, though I’m not sure it would actually help you do something like learn an instrument, as muscle memory isn’t something you can implant (maybe?).

When I was a kid I absolutely loved movies with this format. It was like I was learning the story along with the characters on screen, and it just made it feel more real. Like the story was so old and with enough truth to it that they made a movie just about people learning about said story. It let you feel like the caring, kind old narrator was your adoptive grandpa, and he was revealing to you some ancient, fantastical part of our history. One that you could imagine really happened, even if the story had some exaggerations. Those opening sequences where they show a big old, leather bound book opening up to the first chapter (e.g. The Sword in the Stone)? HOOK IT TO MY VEINS

why on earth are people so comfortable giving private companies their fingerprint and face scans?

I was 8 years old when my uncle raped me. Forced me to sit down, told me not to tell anyone, because they wouldn’t believe me, and why would I want to put the family through that? He is my fathers identical twin, he said I would ruin my fathers relationship with him if I said anything.

I believed him. Didn’t think anyone would believe me, and I didn’t want to tattle, so I decided the best way to do it would be to act as sad as I felt, wait for my parents or teachers to ask what was wrong, and then I would tell.

I acted out for weeks, nobody noticed, nobody asked.

So, I decided that maybe they already knew, maybe they already beat him up, maybe I should just forget it ever happened and move on, try to enjoy my childhood. I forgot. I told myself to, remember telling myself to, even.

Decades later, $200k in student loan debt, struggling with addiction, suicidal thoughts, very uncomfortable and obtrusive sexual thoughts, I almost killed myself so. many. times.

Now I’m sober, in therapy, good job, stable-ish home environment living by myself, the memory came back.

Decided that I would confront him, decided that I would tell my parents first to get their support. They didn’t believe me. I drove across the country seeking to confront the bastard in person, my parents got wind of it and warned him to stay away, protecting him.

It’s been too long to seek actual charges in a criminal court, I was in the bottom of a bottle for almost a decade after the nightmares started.

There’s no hope for closure. No hope for an apology, an admittance, compensation, nothing. I get nothing. He ruined my life, and I get nothing.

I wake up thinking about killing myself most days.

I’m from there so I can say this, Columbus is a shit-hole.

I’ve seen this image a number of times, and it always reinforces just how dangerous electricity can be. It’s like those signs that warn “Not only will this kill you, it will hurt the whole time!”

I do a lot of DIY, but I do not mess with electricity. The idea of Alternating current is something I cannot grok, and so I choose not to try.