

Well, you see, their lungs stopped moving, for reasons, and we figured that’s what really did them in, you know?


Well, you see, their lungs stopped moving, for reasons, and we figured that’s what really did them in, you know?


Truthfully, I don’t think about it much unless the media bothers to bring it up. If it’s not a particularly strong element of the narrative, I’m not concerned about it.


This is definitely on point for myself as well. If it were also OPs problem, I’d say his high when the “something has happened” high hits has become so minuscule as to be almost non-existant and now he is in a desperate search for anything he can find. But also maybe he has an entirely different root cause.


Nah, Ford is straight up overly common.


Setting aside whatever morals about this, it seems rather unwise to just up and publicly declare. Like, “Ayo, yo, cartels! We’ll be coming to get you! Eventually! But definitely! So you better be ready for us!”


I mean, that seems like a pretty dumb conclusion for him to jump to, but yeah, it could be the case I suppose.


TBF to the guy, I never believed in instant love either for the longest time. Then a couple really shitty things happened, and I was pretty much left with zero emotional anchors. Then attraction/infatuation suddenly went wild, and I was so not ready to cope with it. Maybe that dude is just not there yet for one reason or another. It’s hard to believe in an experience you haven’t had yet.


Pajama day. Know someone who doesn’t have pajamas? GIVE THEM PAJAMAS. Or a fuzzy bath robe. Or a snuggee. And tea or coffee.
I’m reminded how in hospitals they keep blankets inside heaters to give out warm blankets to patients or people waiting in the ER. TIME TO MAKE BLANKET OVENS A THING.
Coffee and tea cakes not required, but heavily recommended. Decorations can be anything from cottage core to the plushest bean bags. Soft, plush, or fuzzy is KING.


Unfortunately, I seem to favor the neurotic. It’s not a thing I can control. I know damn well not to act on it, but attraction/infatuation can be a bastard sometimes. On the flip side, on the not-instant side of things, plenty of togetherness and shows of affection and tenderness can also call forth attraction over time.


I got poor, and the vapes/smokes got expensive. That’s really about it. I will say that after vaping, I’ll never ever go back to cigs. Vaping is just better and there is no awful smell.


Can it, dude, I’m not on that side of the political aisle. I’m not in Australia and the knowledge it had to do with that was not known to me nor posted here at that time. But you bet the right would still call it woke, there’s a reason they’re hiding the epstein files. This isn’t some gotcha, you’re just a wanna-be hater.


Well as far as I’m concerned we’re going to wait and see what happens because I’m not part of any committee that has a say in the matter, I’m not about to put in the work to form one to do so, and in all likeliehood neither are you. But hey, if you are, by all means, salt the ice on the slope. I buy resin minis and paint them, and I wouldn’t exactly appreciate more hurdles in doing that.


It’s being over the top in the way it’s saying “sexualizing childeren = bad,” but at the same time, yes, it is bad. So, eh. It does give the article a sort of strongly PC coded vibe. I’m sure it was written by a leftist the right would call woke. Take what you will from it, despite the language used, the article is still sound.


I got where you’re going with that, but presently, 3D printers were, to my knowledge, in the business of printing hard objects. So I double checked and looked it up. Turns out silicon printing does exist, but it’s currently pretty small-scale stuff. Gaskets and the like. But in the process I bumped into a different idea. 3D print the molds used to shape the silicon, then just fill them.
So yeah, you’re probably right.


Oh boy, I am already clinically depressed, what’s there to lose?! Jokes aside, reading through the article and how these companies get away with selling the product piece meal or relabeling it reminds me of how gas stations used to sell crack pipes.
No matter the era and no matter the addiction, someone is trying to make a legal buck off it if they can.


That’s not really the same as a person.


I would love a new wave of happy hardcore.


Yeah, my parents did that when I was really little. I enjoyed it. Parents even did the thing where they each hold a hand and sorta pick you up and swing you as they walk. It was fun.
I enjoy physical affection, whether platonic or romantic, though as an adult, I feel pretty starved for it. I wish I had a girl I could walk around and hold hands with. That said, I still get hugs from people within my community, so it’s not as bad as it could be. But I still feel starved, anyway.
Ah, life. Just like, all of it.