Yeah, I don’t think we’ve had a real “natural state” since we discovered agriculture. Our whole thing is kinda setting ourselves above/apart from nature

Same with my kitty cat, she curls up tight against my chest, in my arms 💕 she is snuggled there at this exact moment, even, since I’m putzing around on lemmy instead of getting out of bed just yet

Am an American in my mid 30s. Recently bought my first and almost certainly only house. There is so much stuff about homeownership that feels like a luxury vs renting.

I’m a somewhat tall guy and my house’s only bathtub is too small to do this. God knows when if ever I’ll have the money to renovate that.

Good gues, Hues and Cues almost brought my family to blows

My mom’s been trying to make us a board game family for over 30 years and she still hasn’t succeeded, lol

I have today off, and no obligations to anyone or anything. The world is my oyster, friend. So y’know, pretty good. It’s still early morning my time zone (stupid internal clock set for AM shifts) so I’m just snuggling with the cat and putzing around on my phone before I get up.

My only complaint today is that my coffee grinder finally died last week so I’ll have to resort to the pre-ground for my coffee when I do get up in a bit. I’m not a coffee snob by any means but you can totally taste the difference, so I might get a little crazy today and add some oat milk or perhaps even sugar. I know, I’m a wild man.

My appliances.

The only “smart” appliance I own is a TV, and the ability to just press a few buttons instead of swapping inputs/cords to watch basically anything on it feels pretty futuristic. Even my dumb appliances have features now I never saw even in the rich kids’ houses as a kid in 90s. My toilet has a lid that is engineered to close slowly on its own with gravity instead of slamming. I can use the internet anywhere in my home from a handheld rectangle, man.

I’m dating myself hard with this comment, I know, but as a guy in his mid 30s I’m pretty routinely struck by the thought of how sci-fi some of my commonplace stuff really is compared to what I thought shit would look like as a kid/teenager.

My favorite type of pizza is “nearby and warm,” though I’ll happily settle for “nearby”

Speaking to a few stories my dad’s told me over the years, sometimes you’re just a rural dumbass, have a large thing to get rid of, and want a big splash for your amusement

Is a home not under the constant annual threat of becoming unaffordable (I’m talking about renting, since you since seem to have reading comprehension difficulties) “too much” for someone to expect to achieve?

I lie a ton, but it’s dependent on the audience. There are a lot of people (largely work related) I don’t feel like sharing details of my life with so I omit them or simplify them to the point of inaccuracy.

With people I actually know and like I lie very little if at all. It’s mostly for convenience and ease.

Say one thing for Logan Ninefingers…

I reframe it as a reminder that something is temporary. “I only have to deal with this for x more hours/days/whatever” helps me remember that while I gotta be tough now, I don’t necessarily have to be later.

Came here to say the same. I feel like “indoor shoes” are a lot more rare in places where you have a chance of tracking in snow

Ramona and Diabeezus

Quit coffin nails five years ago after 15 years. Maybe a couple times a month after work I think about how good a cigarette would be right now

Except maybe ten percent of those times I’ll actually bum one from a coworker and it’s never ever ever as good as I imagine it’ll be in the moment. I bum them less and less because it keeps getting harder to pretend it’ll be as good as it used to

So in essence I guess I actually quit pretty effectively overall

Where you learn mall karate

“You callin my girl fat you piece of shit?!”

I’ll throw a reverse: I can’t name the song but I can hear it in my mind from a couple old Looney Tunes commercials. It starts with the strings, they play the same note twice and then a short strike from the rest of the instruments, four string notes, two hits. Na-naaah DUM nana-na-naaah D-DUM

I’m sure someone will know exactly the one I mean.

Reminds me of that “can you make it virgin” “I know how to make it” gag

For real. As anyone who’s done psychedelics could say, consciousness is a spectrum