Three is a magic number

This is a really good video.

This is basic mental illness.

I’ll upvote again.

I wonder how that new truck was paid for.

Time is the coin of your Life.

It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent.

Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

And when you spend it, spend it wisely so that you get the most for your expenditure.

~Carl Sandburg

This is the best in a while. So earnest. So perfectly innocently confident in SovCit Truths. And so about to slam into reality in a painful way.

Thank you for seeing me. Some days, the worst is the feeling that all of the struggle is not only insignificant in the end, but also invisible. I think of all of the rest that are in situations like me and that I’ll never know them.

Rough patch.

My wife is going through chemo for colon cancer. Prognosis looks good. But the treatment is hell. Halfway through next week.

Her aunt lives with us. She has Parkinsons. Starting to really slide. Needs bathroom help every 2 hours - 24x7x365. No one sleeps much here. She’ll need to go into assisted living real soon now. Will she live longer than her money? Maybe.

My kid is 14. Good kid. Smart. Well-intentioned. But 14 is hard. And he’s a total slacker.

My mom just had gallbladder surgery at 80. She’s recovering well. But lives on her own and needs extra attention. We all worry she will need to go into assisted living, too. But she’s mostly broke. Not good.

The place I work was bought out a few months ago. My job is likely safe through the end of the year. But after that… well, we all know how it usually goes. At least my wife’s chemo will be covered until then.

I’m over 60 and overweight with HBP. No heart attack… yet. But that can’t be too far off.

So… plenty of pressure all around. But I manage to keep to the Stoics’ philosophy and accept the world as it is. Be patient and kind and let things happen as they happen. I keep trying to loose weight.

Either we get through this, or we don’t. But I can easily accept that we all did our best.

Really? I’d love to see those replies here, too.

I have an old-school D&D campaign planned out. 1st-level, rural town. Like a reverse scooby-doo - small trivial problems like lost livestock resolve to hint at deeper mystical evil. As they level up they’ll find dark cults and demonic influences. The peaceful rustic countryside is far from what it seems.

But the players never get it together enough to set up a good date. The last campaign was fun, and they all said they wanted more. So I just keep writing more NPCs and extending the setting.

Starve? Die from lack of medicine/doctors? Get killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time?

I read this as that they gave written, legal NON-consent, then verbally backtracked. The hospital had paperwork one way and none the other. Of course they followed the paperwork.

That’s how I make sure I’m dreaming - I look for anything written. Written words in dreams are always changing and illegible.

As I understand, they believe that the keyword “coupon” applies to this piece of paper in the supermarket sense.

Wow. This one guy I enough to fill this community with lunacy for years.

Fish.

Tuna Colada. No.

Hmmm. Like a how-to manual with testimonials and all? Sounds fun. You’re right that it needs to be a series- a small audience means that you have to hook them as repeat buyers.

Plot twist: Bones is the real mastermind of the entire SovCit movement, creating content on both sides. Writing up the entire “legal theory” that they buy into on one side while also posting here mocking them. An arms dealer of idiocy.

/s

But if you ever do go into that business, do you want a partner?