A peacock’s tail is a flourish, something that adds to the whole without detracting.

A cocktail combines spirits with other flavors to make them something else.

I don’t really drink cocktails, but thr antiquated term makes sense in a particular context.

Now looking it up, apparently the origin of the term isn’t actually known and my interpretation isn’t even in the running, but I’m saving this anyway because it’s amusing.

Maps cannot answer that question.

Genealogy could, but has its downsides.

I’m someone who builds up earwax easily, leading to infections.

For the last decade, I’ve been regularly scraping it out with metal spoons. I’m even used to accidentally tapping my ear drum.

Last time I was at my doctors he commented (to the intern in training) that my ear canals are well sloped and naturally clean themselves, and I corrected him. Glad to know he didn’t observe damage I’ve been causing.

I don’t know the why but the first thing I said when I found out was “Polonium”.

When I was in my mid 30s, a cute young 24 year old online started hitting on me.

Turned out she had three kids with three different dads and the most recent one was in jail for domestic abuse.

I still almost went for it though. Problem is my life was in the shitter and couldn’t even afford to fly down or for her up to see me.

We were ‘together’ for about six months when I wised up and broke it off.

I’m talking about Lemmy bots in general, on any instances.

I view all and have to block bots fairly often as they’re posting things in languages I can’t read in large amounts.

I think they’re supposed to use language tags and are not, but I just block them because of there being a large amount of unhelpful content.

And let’s be honest, there’s always gonna be a ton of that, hence my filtering. But if the people making bots to post content could make sure the posts are properly marked, I wouldn’t need to block them and would continue to see the content they post that I can read.

None of them do their language settings well.

While that definitely happened, the thankful reality is that many families raised their daughters unofficially.

The Christian Science Monitor is amazing, and from it’s name you’d never expect it.

My grandmother was a Christian Scientist. I respect her but it’s a baffling cultish offshot.

Its basis, though, was in radiacal feminism in the late 1800s. I used to read the Christian Science Monitor when we would visit her when I was a kid.

A large part of why I defaulted to atheism is from the fact that my Dad’s parents were never openly religious, my Dad is a Buddhist, my mom was nominally Christian, her mom we already discussed, and her Dad was a Congregationalist Minister and organ player.

I figured none of them could be right and it was better to try to be a good person without those structures.

Grandma and I never saw eye to eye, unfortunately.

I should’ve given the full context - when I was a kid watching the news with my parents it was likely late in the Carter administration, or early in Reagan’s. So yeah, fully agreed.

And this is why the Left can’t win.

It’s too obsessed with purity and infighting to focus on the true enemy.

The fascists, on the other hand, focus on the true enemy, then focus on purity and infighting!

I should’ve put a /s at the end. The joke was too good.

The gish gallop has gone mainstream.

What we needed, twenty to forty years ago at the bare minimum, were journalists who were willing to shut that shit down.

I remember being a child watching the news with my parents and seeing an oil company defender accusing the scientists of chasing profits.

Like what the fuck? How did that not end immediately with “And who is currently profiting?” is and always has been beyond me.

…I’m not sure that’s a great example of the gish gallop. Technically.

My point was that we now report the untrue claims rather than saying, from the start, “This candidate said something completely false and not worth repeating.”

For clicks, views, the algorithm, for profit. Nope. It was all to game the system in order to destroy it.

Sorry, this probably isn’t coherent but I’m tired and tipsy, and I’ve chosen to hit save.

That guy is full of it.

He goes back to Metropolis.

He owns The Daily Planet.

I’m 50 and have severe IBS. That, combined with a hernia I didn’t know I had, almost killed me.

I spent a decade back living with my parents in my 30s trying to figure it out, get healthy, and rebuild my life again.

Then my job became taking care of my mom while she died.

I kept myself sane with gaming, and did a favor for a local on the game Kingdom of Loathing. Didn’t know he was a local at the time, but as thanks he gifted me some pot plants.

That gave me a stake. My dad and I raised and sold those and pulled ourselves away from financial ruin.

At the same time a woman on that game took an interest in me and it got very serious very fast… because I was desperate and she was insane.

Once I pulled myself away from that I looked to dating sites and met my now wife.

As her sister has IBS, she was able to recognize that my condition was worse. Because I was on public assistance at that time I was able to get the surgery and start recovering.

Problem is that I’d spent a decade training myself to panic when I needed to shit. And I’ve largely dialed that back, helping my other anxieties in the process.

We’ve been married a decade. I have a crappy corporate job that’s WFM so I love that. My own toilet and food makes my daily anxieties easier to cope with, and I hang out with my pets all day.

Just repost that straight to Low Quality Facts.

She says when it’s an eye thing, go in to be safe. It can get bad quickly.

My wife is a vet tech, I’ll ask her tonight for an opinion.

I guess 25ish years?

There’s a comedian I saw on An Evening at the Improv in the late 1980s who was doing a detective schtick.

The joke I remember is “Either this man was stabbed to death with a spoon, or his entire body is breaking out in little smiles.”

I searched and searched for the clip and finally found one link, just one…

That was me having asked the same question a decade prior.

That would’ve been so much funnier if you’d used the backslash.