Everyone sucks in their own, terrible way.

Good.

Work sucks.

You are very good at taking control of a situation

Free Tibet.

Unlike this meme which is classic tankie whataboutism

I’d wait a half hour while playing Descent

Depends on the type of sheep dog. Herding types like border collies definitely know sheep are different.

But the big, fluffy, white sheepdogs were bred to hang around with the flock so they might see the sheep as their pack which they defend.

Two things can be bad.

There are two options. One wants a bigger military and the other doesn’t want to look weak so they also want a bigger military.

Don’t forget that the whole thing is a massive make-work project that would crash the economy if it stopped growing.

Very true. And the more I learn about post-War plane development the more I see that a lack of field experience meant stupid designs and terrible planes

BRB, headed to Sunbelt to rent some cones and a road painting kit.

I’ll finally get that bike lane!

It doesn’t matter what they say because I know they’re not gonna do it and make excuses.

But it’s not like I have anyone else I can vote for.

Same, but I do feel a bit conflicted because I’m not sure if I actually like the person or I’m just in Sales Mode

Stay inside from 11-3? More like stay inside from May-September.

I never stop sweating for like four months of the year and hate it.

That frog’s name? Michigan J. Frog

Most people are idiots and the bell curve isn’t as wide as you’d like to think.

When they said in The Matrix that the late 90s was peak human civilization they weren’t lying

My wife is West Indian and trying to convince restaurants she wants actually spicy food is a constant struggle

I have dreamed of this life since before I was in tech.

I was born in a passive-solar, earth-sheltered house that my dad designed and built himself. Instead of a stack of Playboys he had Mother Earth News in the back of the closet. My parents owned one of the first Priuseseses in the US.

For a wonderful few years I had this life. I raised pigs and chickens and managed my property. I got into the best shape of my life, physically and mentally, and just stepping out of my front door made me feel more alive than I’ve felt since I had to move back to the burbs. (I don’t think people realize how little oxygen they get in urban and suburban environments.)

Though I am stuck in the suburbs for now I am determined to get back to that. I would rather wake up to a hungry pig tearing apart its enclosure than to another fucking meeting.

I have a business plan ready for raising heirloom breeds of pigs and expensive ingredients and selling them to fancy restaurants. If I can get the right connections I can make it a pretty profitable business. Damn near broke even on four hogs last time, even with setup costs.