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It was family. I don’t want to picture my brother’s or my mother’s O face.

Spotty or oozing, which is just right for banana bread.

Lorna Shore - “Unbreakable”

I never really noticed, but I might have just been lucky. I heard sex in the same house, though. /shudder

You know the walls are too thin when, after sex, you hear your neighbor light up.

She’s moaning. I’m groaning. Neighbor is coughing.

What would be a better alternative that you’d recommend to hide a public IP? I’m familiar with self-hosting, so I could deploy the necessities.

I love you, Dad.

We’re low-contact and he’s had some health scares. It’s a sensitive relationship, but I still love him.

“Don’t be a drag, just be a Queen. Don’t be a drag, just be a Queen.”

I listen to deathcore, but Gaga is fucking great.

A whole roasted pig. It’s horrifying to look at, but so damn yummy.

I just stop when it’s no longer fun and I lose interest. I find arguing in the comments to sometimes be a decent way to search up details about the topic at hand, to gather ammo.

Yes, the focus should be on problem solving, thinking for yourself, navigating texts, etc. I don’t want to issue them a tool to get a job done. I want them to build their own toolbox and decide for themselves what the best strategy is going to be.

If AI takes over my field (education), we are truly fucked.

I guess I’d try out a personal business of making home servers for people who want to start their own businesses.

That would be like having sex with Wimp Lo from Kung Pow.

Breast implants can squeak.

I was making a joke about gas prices, but point taken.

It takes a lot of gas to make the trek from Toronto to the Keys in an RV. /s

RTFM, a prerequisite for Critical Thinking

It boggles my mind how many students can’t find answers in the one tool they have for any given subject. That’s Step 1 for problem solving just about everything: trust the literature and sort it the fuck out.

This, somehow, will be Biden’s fault.

Also, the Sunshine State (Florida) is going to get destroyed.

Good on ya for respecting the gravity of it and his silence about it. It’s fucking horrible what war does to people. You could sign a contract with the best of intentions, naive as they may be. Regardless of why you joined, they have your ass, and whatever you’re forced into will weigh on you.

This happened decades ago, but I still think about it sometimes. It’s foggy, but some details I haven’t forgotten.

One of my friends invited me to the movies. His wife was doing laundry and wasn’t interested in the movie, so she stayed home while we took off. When we got to the theater, we realized we were over an hour early. So, we decided to go back to his place to grab a bite.

When we got back, I stayed in the living room while my friend went upstairs, looking for his wife.

Then I heard everyone shouting and screaming, the sound of metal banging on the floor. Heavy thuds and crying.

The door opened to the master bedroom upstairs and another man, covered in sweat and blood, scrambled out of the house.

I went upstairs and saw the aftermath: my friend’s weight set tossed to the floor, scuff marks and drops of blood everywhere. My friend and his wife were in the master bathroom, arguing and crying.

I don’t remember clearly what happened after that, but I know that my former friend beat a man nearly to death for sleeping with his wife.