What are people going to say, “Yeah, I knew he was gonna do it, but I had other shit going on so I ignored it.” Meaningless quote you hear all too often after people commit suicide unfortunately. And I don’t mean to admonish anyone, but who comes out afterwards and says “Yeah, his life was shit and he was a miserable fuck it was only a matter of time.”
It’s funny, two things that made it infinitely easier to pick up women were my wedding ring and my kids. Of course it’s probably the complete lack of pressure, knowing I’m not actually picking up anyone. Always been a confidence issue.
Aerospace engineer, 16-40$ per hour. I hope the benefits include an actual salary.
Just another strategy, she clearly wants to date a Nazi, grammar or otherwise.
We have a black coffee table and sometimes it’s just on the coffee table and I’m like “Jesus fucking Christ what is wrong with you.”. In fairness to me, it’s summer, I keep the shades drawn, keeps the temps down.
Wait, you can secure SSDs and not just kinda push em in there?!
Shit should be barebones by default. Features should always be opt in.
Yeah, I believe you will absolutely find something to put there. But I also write this from my dining room, which the China hutch behind me also has Lego sculptures and slime, and there’s cabinets with children’s art supplies and whatnot. And I to my right is the kids playroom, but also the way to our ground floor bathroom, and so you take your life (at least your feet) into your hands when nature calls. But I just tell myself, when they’re older, they have less shit, it’ll be better. Right?
My kids do each have their own rooms though, and I think that’s a fair line to draw. Boy and girl. Boy’s room is a shoebox, but he’ll survive.
Unfortunately, I renovated my detached garage into a place to hangout, and so I can kiss that goodbye in like 10 years.
Different strokes and all that, but I tend to say the more space you have, the more shit goes in it. We have about 1350sf, two kids, cat, on a quarter acre. We rely on the kids being able to (when they’re a bit older) go out around our town, which are homes on properties just like mine, but with parks and a downtown and a meandering Brook with green space all around it. I say to my wife, could we use a little more space? Absolutely. Could we use the space we have a little more wisely? Also absolutely. I just know that if we had more space, we would instantly fill it with more crap, so we’re good.
Except the old trick with these matchbooks was to fold it back and close it over to make those paper matches easy to light, so you’re ultimately looking at brown paper, and so that’s how Brown Paper won the election that year.
I don’t want to live without milk and cookies.
You mean MSN messenger doesn’t exist anymore?!?
The craziest part is that when I use Google search to search for a service, that’s when I have the most trouble. Like many tech problems here on Lemmy (was similar on Reddit too), I find the outrage to be a bit overblown, but holy shit, if I want to find some kind of service where I want to exchange my money for something, Google fails me almost every time.
It is. I watched it with my daughter when s1 came out, and it was well beyond just tolerable, which is the baseline for kids shows. Good story, well acted, great animations, good music.
You and OP are two peas in a pod.
If anyone recalls, OP also posted a picture of their garbage can complaining about how garbage bags were somehow improperly manufactured. I want to believe this is a troll account, but I’m concerned that OP is someone who legitimately needs some help, and not the kind you get from message boards. This is the same OP whose response to jokes was to say their ASVAB scores were high.
I came into this post thinking it was gonna be a silly “kids these days” post, and ended up having OP tell us she’s concerned the children she birthed are not hers somehow. It am not a psychologist in the slightest, but I can’t help but think there is something just not right.
They’re the size of my kids, since they’re generally the target if my references to goofballs.
And I guess my phone thought changing golfball to goofball was what I needed. Maybe I should read a little better what I write. Maybe next time.
Funny, I’m in NJ, and within the past month I’ve seen guava and rhubarb for the first time ever on the shelves. Haven’t gotten rhubarb yet, I really don’t know anything about it.
I just got into guava recently. I live in Jersey and my local ShopRite started stocking clamshells with six guavas or so, ranging in size from a goofball to something larger than a goofball but smaller than a baseball. Maybe like billiards ball sized. I’d never eaten them before like a month ago, and so the seeds threw me T first, but I’ve got the technique down now and shit, when they’re ripened, nice and soft, they are fantastic. I worry about the day when I get to ShopRite and the guavas are no longer.
Glad to hear t-pose is the way to go. I’m beginning to think it’s the solution to the world’s problems.