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Trash trash bags, hmm.

IDK, maybe, I might be one of those guys and didn’t really notice before.
I don’t believe I do this differently around women vs men.
I’m often too busy in my own head to pay much attention. So, if your body language isn’t sketchy like drunk or overly aggressive, odds are I’ve zoned out and you didn’t register much.

Anyway, I’m a generally silent walker.
If I’m not paying attention, I might end up sneaking up on someone without meaning to, which can then startle them or spook them. Like, I spook my cat often enough and they’re the actual predators.

But yea, late at night, I think I might subconsciously make myself known ahead of time just as a simple courtesy.
I’d rather not find out whether anyone’s more of a fight/flight person when they finally notice me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Me? I’m the throat clearing guy. Hi. Ahem.

PS: I have 20+ years experience of throat clearing. Yes I’ve seen doctors, they didn’t find anything other than yea we can see inflammation in your vocal chords, no there’s nothing we can do, just stop doing it. That or prescribe random shit that actually fucks up other basic bodily functions and create actual problems.

Anyway, I’m sorry if it’s weird.

That’s basically a declaration of war against a NATO country.
The US should thus also bomb itself through article 5 when it decides to invade Greenland.

“Everybody can admit that we need to look at efficiency. It’s been a problem for decades,” Muro said. “[But] when you’re dealing with veterans, you have to be more intentional with your actions. You have to be more surgical. … It’s almost like he’s trying to tear the VA down.”

When you’re dealing with… anything… mate.
Yea, it’s almost like he’s trying to tear your whole government apart
It’s like even now he’s just bummed that it happened to him or people he knows but still doesn’t see the big fucking picture.

Fun fact, your body uses only one nostril at a time and closes the other.
It switches throughout the day and keeps nostrils moists.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nasal_cycle

I’m a little torn as to whether I should support my favorite Canadian brands or avoid them since the tariffs are going to be funneling money to the trump administration.

Come drink it at my house then.
That way you’re not crossing the border with any bottles, just your stomach contents which isn’t subject to import tariffs.
Unless you somehow get the whole bottle in there which would become smuggling.

Dear Mr. Daniel,
I’m sorry that a store pulling things from their shelves is hurting your business, but I thought you should know that this is not even the tip of the iceberg.
Regardless of what any store does, I will simply not be buying Jack Daniel’s, probably ever, along with a slew of other things, as many as I possibly can.

There are so many better whiskeys around the world that I certainly don’t need to.
I empathize with the collateral damage this may cause, and hope that something, anything really, is eventually enough for y’all fuckers to start thinking about getting your shit together.
In the meantime, I will simply Buy Anything But American.

I am just one person, but I am not alone.
Sincerely,
Fix your shit or get fucked,
A random Canadian

Not what you asked but there are pottery shops where you can sign up for a course and make your own clay pot.

Mount Rushmore already sucks ass but it could always suck more.

Fuck modern appliances.
I’m lucky enough to have bought both washer/dryer almost 20 years ago. Both of 'em for $600 at Future Shop, which now ironically only exists in the past.

I never really think about these appliances, which is the nice part that I realky love about them.
They don’t remind me they exist with beeps or phone notifications. They just do their thing.
Anyway, the washer is an old, cheap top loader, that can also periodically be used to tamp the soil beneath your foundation to make sure your house is stable. You activate that feature by bunching the bed sheets all wrong on the same side of the drum.
That’s a nice feature that’s been deprecated in newer models.
It’s an overall easy model to repair because it’s mostly just an oversized salad spinner with 2 water valves and a pump.
The dryer is like the quiet nephew that you like but never hear much about, nothing much to say really, but it works.

Anyway.
When the temperature dial on the washer broke 15 years ago, there was no way I was paying $90 to buy some complicated part that would break again.
So I just removed the knob and twisted the stranded wires to a dumb switch that you could reach by putting your finger in the knob hole as a proof of concept, left for the cold valve, right for hot. Sketchy? Sure. Warm? I don’t know? Use a bit of both, or whatever.
I never even got around to actually solder it, which is weird because I’ve soldered lots of electronics. It worked, I guess I forgot, so whatever.

Until it stopped working a few months ago, having finally shaken itself loose and I opened it up again, only then realizing I didn’t solder it way back then. Oops.
This time, I ordered a proper 3 position rotary switch, which I did solder. Left for the cold valve, right for the hot valve, and amazingly: middle for both, which is how warm water is made.
I also 3d printed a knob to fit the new switch.
Fancy right? but my last repair is still nowhere near as complicated as the original broken part was and we still only ever use the cold water setting.

Now, it turns out the reason the original part is complicated and expensive is that in normal washers, the temperature selection thingy only ever changes the washing temperature and not the rinsing temperature.
This means which valve needs to open has to change depending on where it is in the wash cycle, thus the more complicated part.

Anyway, technically, my washer now has more features than before it broke in the sense that we could theoretically now rinse with hot or warm water, which y’all plebs probably can’t. Not that we ever use anything but the cold setting, but we could and you can’t.

The dryer? It has just kept working.
Now and then we’d feed it something wrong like a bunch of loose balls from an old bearing that was sitting in a pant pocket or a set of lockpicks or whatever and I take the back panel apart to retrieve the stuff stuck in the back elbow somewhere. When that happens, I also vacuum the lint that is stuck in this quantum realm of not being caught in the lint filter, but also not expelled out, just caught in that same hungry void elbow.

Both have no music, no tunes, no beeps, no capacitive buttons that you don’t quite know if you pressed or not, no lockout, although there’s a safety switch that stops the drum from turning if you open the lid. No wifi, no app, no mold.
There’s no soap dispenser, although I do have a peristaltic pump and tubing so I could easily enough just drop that in a jug of liquid detergent and time how much to use… but… we prefer powder detergent anyway because shipping water around is just dumb when I can get the same shit in concentrated powder and add water myself, which washing machines conveniently already do.
A bucket of the stuff lasts several years too.

They’re old and all that, but these things keep on doing what they’re made for while friends have gone through 3-4 sets in the same time line.

Fuck modern appliances.

800% APR is such absolute bullshit.
Like, even the mob would front you some cash with a lower rate.

I think the only way I’d ever give it another shot is if there was a mod that deleted most dialogue and story and just skipped from minigame to minigame without context.
Maybe.

I vaguely remember genociding squirrels with a flame thrower…

I’d never do it, but… break all the stuff.
It only ever happens in these tiny stores with a bunch of ornaments and shit.
Shelves and shelves packed with knickknacks and other fragile whatnots where you risk toppling half the store if you turned around too fast…

Unpopular opinion: It Takes Two was overrated.
The gameplay had its moments, but the storyline and characters were just terrible.

I love a good couch co-op, but playing it felt like being forced into role-playing a shitty stereotype of some bickering narcissist parents.
My wife and I couldn’t finish it.

Hey honey, did you wanna play the lazy ass disengaged deadweight tonight? or would you rather play as the workaholic narcissist?
I think we were just about to try and destroy some toy our daughter loves, so she’d cry for our benefit.
I think that’s what the annoying talking sociopath book suggested and that’s like a metaphor for crushing her feelings, or something.

Nah, I’m fine thanks.

yea, me too

I really can’t umagine however any aviation companies ever designed and built airplanes that didn’t fall out of the sky before they fitted all employees with chair occupancy butt plugs.

So, my question is, what would you want to do in your final days?

Honestly, that’s a good question that I don’t know the answer to.
I don’t know that I’d care doing anything super specific, but mostly that I’d want to spend at least some of that time with the people I love.
Not even as a goodbye, really.
There’s just something about connecting with people that is its own reward, for one more moment.

Maybe I’d like to watch the stars on a clear night, away from the big city lights?
Gazing at the light from a star from a billion years ago, there’s always been something calming to me about the sheer vastness of the universe. Our time here, almost a blip, but ever precious.

Know that whatever happens next, your story has touched me.

I really wish you the best.
Some people have survived unimaginable odds, and I hope you do too.