If by “help” you mean buy cool toys and beat the shit out of people while wearing skin-tight rubber and lycra (not that I’m kink-shaming, mind)…
makuus
joined 2 years ago
I’m curious: Which station was this?
Oh, I bet that “reason” is to achieve some kind of mythical “purity”, as though such a thing was even desirable…
Well, at least you got one thing right: I’m very much entitled to my opinion. And, I opine that I don’t want to live the same, boring, homogenous, inbred, weak life as everyone else. If you think that’s what you need to be happy, happy trails and good fucking luck. 🫡
Really? As a weirdo, I’m not sure I agree with that.
You say “weirdo” as if that’s a bad thing…
It was his sled. It was his sled from when he was a kid. There, I just saved you two, long, boobless hours.
Bold of you to assume that I have family that I want to keep in touch with. Entire family tree is twisted and gnarled, and full of white-trash sociopaths and narcissists.
For the one remaining person I might keep in touch with, it’s a text message at holidays.
Yeah, maybe if someone told me I should have specced my character for wealth or charisma, instead of creativity or wisdom, I might be enjoying this game more…
He’s on a rest day. Asked us if we could come round instead…
Seattle council president on getting workers back to the office: ‘We have to build those numbers up’
Make coming into the office worth it. Period, end of sentence.
Here, I have my own quiet, private office, a ginormous monitor, a comfortable chair, and zero commute. I can make my own lattes, eat on the cheap, and take care of what I need to take care of while listening to a meeting.
My experience coming into the office is an open, noisy floorplan, a monitor designed for ants, a nice-enough but ancient chair, and 75 minutes each way gone from my life—to say nothing of the $20 gone from my wallet for the privilege. The free coffee is dogshit, the food is expensive, and I can barely get a bathroom break as I’m locked into so many meetings.
I’d happily work from the office if it had literally anything to recommend it over WFH.
I’ve been very slowly getting more open and candid with the idea that I’m not going to be around to retirement age. The men in my family have incredibly rough odds, starting at 50, and I don’t think I’m going to be the one to beat the odds.
Healthy or not, constantly rolling this knowledge around my head—even voicing it —has helped to put a lot of things in perspective—even if it hasn’t yet instilled a YOLO mentality.
“It is God…”