I wonder how many of those "pack a day" smokers were really just "light a cigarette ... take a puff ... hold it in your hand ... notice it burning out ... light another one ... maybe puff once or twice" kind of smokers?
If you're not thinking about the cost of every cigarette, then this might make sense.
Is it just me or did bald from bald and bankrupt go dark? We saw him in one of Johnny's videos. Entire vibe shift. He is not the same person that he was in his older videos. And then you see the skull figures on his kitchen countertop.
In laws: "Wow there's a mighty fine number of dead ladybugs on your front porch."
Me: "Yeah, they all died! Isn't that interesting!"
My youngest daughter who is two and a half years old has a curious virtue of being _trusting_. The counterpart to that is that she has zero tolerance for any people BS or pretending. She evaluates people by their vibes and their shapes and lines.
We're going more and more fragrance free. The last thing I want to smell when doing laundry is some dorky chemical fragrance. So I love the unscented movement.
I never got why some people don't like washing their toothbrushes with soap.
(these _people_ used to include _me_...)
But, The smell of soap is a lot better than having plaque and toothpaste crust.
I have soft water by the way. So some of you wouldn't understand.
(_You don't know who you are._)
What's up nostr. Should I get a real face pfp?
But is there a website where I can go to, that digitally alters a headshot of myself in a way not very detectable by humans, but it throws off the facial structure recognition / encoding algorithms?
Possibly "AI powered", even?
And a quick chkdsk...
man, I was worried that my blood pressure would be caused by _food_
Oh! The luks password too! Normal.
And now I'm getting scared by a fucking GRUB screen ... that I told myself I could be fine with.
In the middle of a Handbrake queue, and when I'm trying to stream upnp from downstairs.
My toddler just deadass turned off my PC rig by pressing the surge protector reset button.
TikTok is now an American company at least partially because the US government felt it necessary that the company should be willing and able to service government warrants.
Main on Madison feels super dead. Edgar Wright type of stuff...
The man's kids were not permitted to answer him with the phrase "nothing..." --- for example: ("what are you doing?" / "nothing...") --- because, as he explained, actually the phrase "nothing..." is short for "nothing you'd understand", and that's something that _parents_ say to their children.
"On your end -- there _are_ things you truly don't understand. On my end, there is no such thing."
Have you ever tracked another person? I have. After a weed deal gone south. I tracked the motherfucker through neighborhoods and backyards, and intercepted him. I popped up _out of the dark_ yaknowhatimsaying, like I emerged from a fucking shadow. It was right shit. But the most we did was just puffing and eye raising. Maybe some arm waving too. I wasn't going to do shit, because I was a fucking pussy that didn't know how to fight. I could probably land some blows, but suffice it to say "I have never fought a fight" is what it was until then.
Maybe I was tased in this happened backwards, but at some point I run into his twin brother, my friend Ricky and his brother who is younger but bigger. It turns out that Ricky's other brother was impersonating him on instant messenger asking me to come down and serve him weed through the window while he ghosts me and doesn't pay for it. So I was pretty pissed at Ricky, but Ricky had nothing to do with it. He got defensive. I got to pushing. The two of them got to fighting me and I ended up on my back in the gardening getting walloped, and at some point lil bro was whacking the top of my head with something pointy. I call it quits and they get off and we part ways.
It turns out I got bloody. The top of my head was cut open, and blood had been running down the front of my head. Just a little, I hope. And I had to ride all across town on my scooter (yes, we had a cool ass scooter that we could totally just ride fast, you know?). But that night, when I got home, I had to explain to my brother that I got robbed, and there's no money, and no weed.
But he was actually fine with it because the weed was pure shit. We had actually grown it, until my dad discovered it and my brother's closet, and poured bleach on the plants, of all things. And I don't know what he did with the plants but we got the plants back, and sure, they were pungent with the district smell of bleach. But it was weed.
And I felt bad betraying Ricky by selling him bad weed. But I'm glad we served it to Eddy, because fuck that guy, we didn't know him. And he fucking robbed us. Eddy just served the weed immediately to a guy in the nearby shopping center. So essentially it was a victimless crime? Some bitch ass with a car has to buy twice? Idc. If you trust a guy like Eddy then maybe you get what's coming to you.
So I get home and wash my head, in the sink, as is the normal way I washed my hair sometimes. I could see it faintly, in the sink. But what I most remember was the distinct smell of my head oils mingling with the blood. A very distinct smell that I would remember later in a similar injury. These kinds of injuries don't happen that often. Anyway, I wonder if other guys know the smell of blood and hair. It's a fucking weird thing to talk about, sorry...
Anyway, so that's what happened that night.
After that, Ricky and I's relationship was strained, and his little brother _hated_ me (it turns out it was all posturing, which disappeared once I responded with humility and love (which happened after I got saved). Eddie wasn't in school, so I didn't hear about him much. But Ricky was a funny guy. I liked Ricky, and he was a decent guy back to me. He had a genuine smile, and was funny. Not calling him a saint or anything. But I sort of did a thing by _willingly intended to sell him shit weed_ just so I and my brother could get paid. In other words, *I betrayed him to get high*. And that sticks in me as something I haven't yet asked for forgiveness for. Ricky, I am sorry.
But I have done many things in the cover of darkness. From creating a second moon, to stealing and sneaking, even with buddies on occasion. Had to all sneak out of our parents' houses but yeah. But I myself did a lot of shameful sneaking around at night. I regret doing any of it. ...
But let's talk about the plain aspect of _sneaking_. Walking silently. Looking for others. Hiding silently in shadows while they pass. Really ninja type shit. I once laid in the shadow of a car beside a sidewalk, as one of the townhouses let their dog out of the front door to pee. I heard the clicking of the dogs paws as he walked past my head. Undetected. So I could do some ghost shit. That's not to say that I never met another man in the dark. I have. But you don't say much to them. I once only saw an ember glow in the back of a house I was walking past. With no sense of alarm. Who the fuck smokes a cigar on their back deck in the pitch black in the still of night? It's sort of what I'm doing right now, minus the stillness of the wind..
I'm smoking, which has risks and considerations. I have to do it in secret, outside. It needs to be dark so that the neighbors don't see me. And also I have family that I don't want to see it.
"in Jesus' name _let it be done_" is what you're supposed to say, people. How did we miss this?
Ending my posts with periods like a sensible adult.
Which I am now. Though it feels weird to say.
Threats were made, I'm sure.
What type of helplessness? Like not being able to handle the power going out?
Or even worse: there is some planned obsolescence in here and you need to find it and fix it.
"Do not use outdoors." ???
You're telling me I shouldn't use this flashlight outdoors?
Where the Fuck else ...
...Would I Need a Fucking _FLASHLIGHT_?
But then I realize, as I read, ...
There is an underlying tone. From man to man. A message written by the sad engineers who were forced to give up a decent IP spec for the sake of cost cutting.
But they are laying it out for you, in the text!
- "Don't use it outdoors."
- "If it gets rained on, it's gonna break."
- "We are not allowed to tell you that ... _if you take it apart, you can probably seal it up and have it be fucking *waterproof*_."
Suffice it to say that I'm gonna get out my tools real quick...
And if I weren't a poor ass bitch then I would spend a buck or two extra for something that smells nice.
The difference between Windex and the store brand is that _Windex smells nice_
What's wrong with a little spirituality?
Doesn't it bless people?
And motherfucking bitches will say, "but you will depart from truth". Those fucking bitches don't understand it. Because they never had it.
And I did hear about this kind of thing before I had it. But I understood that I didn't have it! So don't fucking talk to me about how this is some surprise to you.
But I am rebuking what they call, "the religious spirit". Not that I think it is a spirit more than an attitude.
They don't know that the spiritual stuff COMES FROM truth that IS revealed by scripture!
I want to follow people who are anons, but actually human. Like at some point you can tell whether someone's a bot. But I don't want to scroll through 10 pages of their tweets just because I'm inclined to know. We need some sort of grapevine web of trust system...
And also, I want to chat with other reasonably unhinged individuals, sharing our quirky reasonably (but not two reasonably!) unhinged views and opinions.
It's all good dude. No one is going to hunt you down and shoot you. Unless you get doxed of course but the thing is nobody will fucking even want to do that unless it's a assignment from the devil (in which case you have other protections available to you).
No one in this social network will ever be offended, because everybody say weird retarded profane shit on it. BECAUSE it's anonymous!
And the cool thing is, not everyone who says weird shit is completely retarded! Sometimes they are interesting people, especially to interact with.
All the good jokes are by nature weird shit that's why it's called funny. Funny is a word for weird! ("that looks funny"). And with some jokes, you sometimes look to each other and say, "he sort of has a point!". That type of interaction is very valuable in society.
So? Am I saying that giving everyone anonymous profiles on nostr is the solution to world peace? No! That's completely ridiculous for you to think that.
"mommy, why did someone shoot daddy?"
"because they didn't like daddy"
"why?"
"because they didn't like what he said"
"but why did they have to shoot him for it?"
Perhaps we should ask Cain the same, about why he killed Abel.
When my father in law visits us, we always have to wipe up after him. He greases everything up with his greasy hands that he doesn't wipe.