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Cake day: July 2nd, 2023

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  • I’m almost 40, this place reminds me of the early internet in a good way. Like, people connecting and sharing ideas… what even Reddit used to feel like. Sure, sometimes there are arguments but, due to the lack of an “outage” algorithm to juice engagement, you usually only hear about it unless it’s something you directly follow. With the lack of profit motive on the side of the platform and hosting end of things, it appears that trolls and clout chasers have a genuine hard time monopolizing everyone’s attention.



  • I was 21 years old.

    CW: Descriptions of Being Sick

    Decided the best way to begin drinking was to do shots of Southern Comfort with my roommate. I got like blackout drunk, woke up hours later needing to vomit… I ran to the bathroom where I found my roommate passed out in the bathtub in the fetal position in his own sick. I turned to the toilet as the SoCo and bile made its way to the top of my throat, it was go time, now or never… to my horror both the seat and the lid were down. My mouth filled as I tried to get the lid open and then… disaster struck. The puke hit the diagonal plain of the half raised lid and sprayed all over the walls and toilet tank. I then slipped and face planted into the tank giving myself a black eye.

    I didn’t drink for two years after that night.





  • I’d urge you to organize your workplace and form a union. You can contact organizers at the AFL-CIO (a kind of union of unions in the US) and find which union is right for your workplace. If you don’t work but are still able to do physical or intellectual labor, start getting as involved in your local community as possible… volunteer at food banks, after school programs, nursing homes, etc. The more people you can reach out to and help or with whom you can organize the better. If you cannot do those things due to personal issues (disability, etc), do what you can in encouraging others to take these steps. You have a voice here on the internet (at the very least), educate yourself as best as you can on how folks can help one another and encourage others to take these steps.

    A massive action like a general strike isn’t just organized over night by total strangers… it takes communities with common cause and familiarity with one another. Realistically, if anyone is calling a general strike, odds are it’ll be like the United Auto Workers kicking shit off. Maybe the railroad folks or the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, but more than likely the UAW will lead the charge.

    You’re on the right track asking “how to” and that’s great! Organizing is a rough road, but it’s vital and worth it… the more people doing it the better in any capacity. United we bargain, divided we beg.









  • For a while I worked at a theme park in central Florida. Yeah, it’s that one. Some of the guests went wild.

    One time I was walking through a guest area on my way to the break room when a dude pushing a stroller ran into me without looking. Apologies on both sides and then the dude tried to hand me something. I put my hands behind my back as a kind of “no thanks,” we’re not really supposed to take things from guests. I looked down and it was a used diaper. He thought he could just hand a park employee his child’s shit filled Pampers and that we’d take care of it. There was a trash can literally right behind him, but thinking on it later where did he change the diaper? There’s trash cans in the bathrooms and they all have changing stations… did he just change the kid outside? Is that a thing parents do?

    Another time I was helping the transportation department during a park closure. Up on the monorail platform I was shoulder to shoulder with like a thousand people. A train arrives, the doors and gates open, and people start boarding. A woman who’d been standing near me stopped at the doors, turned to face me, poked her finger into my chest and shouted “YOU RUINED OUR VACATION!” She stared daggers into my soul as she walked backwards like a Bond villain into the car and continued staring me down as the doors closed and the train left the station. I have no clue who this was or what I had done.

    Finally, I had to break up a fight where grown ass adults were yelling at each other and had started spitting on each other’s children (like WTF). No idea who started it or even if the two groups knew each other, but shit was looking to come to blows and the security people weren’t quite there yet. Another park employee and I stepped up between them with a “come on folks” and “this is a place for families.” Both of us were big guys so we made a wall between them, I’m 6’2 and was about 280lbs at the time (128cm [typo edit: 182 lol] and almost 130 kgs [edit for my fellow Americans: that’s about one refrigerator in height and around weight of a Shetland pony]). Saw the parents faces drop from anger to embarrassment immediately realizing how dumb they were being when security jogged up and a manager on a Segway rolled in.

    The most magical place in central Florida really brings out the strange in some folks.