My parents each smoked two packs a day inside the house for the entire 20 years I lived with them, and my mom had a massive heart attack and died at age 63. I carry a lot of trauma around all that, so I have a boundary about being around people who smoke anything, really. I should have exercised it that day, but my boundaries were sort of flimsy then.

Possibly from stoners? Not badmouthing weed, and I have anxiety myself so I get it, and I get that some people medicate with it for the purpose of anxiety. But holy cow man, you gotta respect a person’s time.

She was an hour and a half late. I only waited for her because she was responding to my messages, apologized for her tardiness, and said a couple times she’d be there within 20-30 minutes which led to a 90-minute wait). Once she got there, she told me that she was late because she was having some anxiety that day and went to a friend’s to smoke a bowl first. She chainsmoked on the patio, and I sat away from her because I don’t want to smell that while I’m eating. She told me about a terrible book she was writing, with the sort of stupid plot you’d get from r/writingprompts. And then she said she needed to get high again and asked me if I wanted to come to her car with her while she did. I declined and said I was gonna head home. Proceeded to promply never see her again.

He’s a “lifelong bachelor” 🙄, not allowing himself to experience true happiness with another person of his choosing according to his orientation out of the knowledge that he would be ostracized by his colleagues, voted out of office, and would lose his livelihood. He chose capitalism and power at the expense of his own joy, so he can go ahead and be as miserable as he wants to be for all I care.

They do, but are fewer and further between. Research studies have shown that there is a much higher proportion of bi/pan women compared to men in the US. So a triad with two bi women is gonna be much more likely to occur than one with two bi men.

Hippies.

From My Name is Earl:

Philo : I gotta go tinkle.

Randy : Tinkle! That’s so stupid. I wonder what he uses for “going ploppies.”

jeezus christ

I’ve had students named Happy, Classic, Diamonds, Epiphany, Scorpio, you name it. I wouldn’t even cock my head to the side with a Khaleesi on my roll sheet at this point.

Facebook up, hit the lawyer, delete gym.

It’s a Friday. Because all that matters in any date with a year greater than four digits is the last four digits, and July 26, 2024 is today, and today is a Friday. 😊

But, if I didn’t know July 26, 2024 were a Friday…

Step 1)

Starting numbers:

• Century is a multiple of 400: 2
• Century is 100 more than multiple of 400: 0
• Century is 200 more than multiple of 400: 5
• Century is 300 more than a multiple of 400: 3

2024 is in the century of the 2000s. 2000 is a perfect multiple of 400, so the starting number there is 2.

Step 2) 24 is a multiple of 12, specifically 12 x 2. Thus we add 2.

Step 3) 24 is a perfect multiple of 12 with zero years in excess, so we can add 0.

Step 4) There are no leap years in the 0 extra years beyond the closest multiple of 24, so we can add another 0.

Step 5) The Doomsday for July is 7/11. July 26th is 15 days after July 11th. 15 mod 7 is 1, so we add 1.

Step 6) 2 + 2 + 0 + 0 + 1 = 5

Step 7)

• 0 = Sunday (Noneday)
• 1 = Monday (Oneday)
• 2 = Tuesday (Twoday)
• 3 = Wednesday (Threesday)
• 4 = Thursday (Thorsday Foursday)
• 5 = Friday (Fiveday)
• 6 = Saturday (Sixaday)

Our total was 5, so the date July 26th, 2024 (or any year with the last four digits 2024) is a Friday.

I can read UPC, ISBN, and EAN bar codes. Tear the numbers off the bottom, hand me the lines, and I can tell you the numbers you tore off. Also, if you give me any specific date on the Gregorian calendar (on or after October 15, 1582), I can tell you the day of the week it was or will be on.

Finally…way less interesting…but I have a Master’s degree in math and have taught elementary, middle school, high school, dual credit, and college math classes.

The Rural Jeweler

Maybe it’s just my corner of the world, but I don’t think I’ve been in a fast food joint in the last ten years and found a single eating surface that wasn’t covered in the trash of the previous person who sat there, sticky, or both. The employees just don’t seem to be keeping the places clean and, to be honest, I don’t blame them. Make the food, take the money, call it a day. Minimum wage gets minimum effort, and I dig it. But because I am autistic and can’t stand sticky tables, I get it to go.

I could care fewer on that one.

Beverly Hill Cop: Axel F is a brand new movie and is a sequel to previous BHC movies.

That being said, I agree with you. Nothing about this article indicates that he was being humorous. If this were a video interview, there would be context. So if he was being a goof with a print interviewer, then that interviewer should have described him as such:

“He wasn’t a fan of ordinary life. ‘No one told me they loved me and I had to wait in line for coffee…it sucked!’, he quipped tongue-in-cheek about the experience.”

Something like that. Not indicating the attempt at humor just makes him sound like an asshole.

Plus, articles like this get run by a star’s publicist before they are printed. I am surprised Kevin Bacon’s PR person didn’t pick up on this.

I have been trying since January to get a teaching job in Portland (I live in Dallas) for the next academic year, and this week I was offered positions by two different school districts. This weekend, I have been working out which job to go with, I think I’mma go with the one that pays a little more, might be able to offer funds to offset relocation costs, and has less trafficky access to downtown and Vancouver (I have friends in North Portland and Vancouver.

So yeah…got that figured out; tomorrow I’ll be looking for an apartment, taking my kids to Terry Black’s for some world-class barbecue before Texas is forever in my rear-view mirror, doing some packing, and playing some THPS 1+2.

Resign and you can smoke cigars at home, you pricks.

Do cool shit, and be awesome. Living well is the best way to get over the life you you wanted but will never be. The one constant in your entire life is you, so the relationship you have with yourself is the most important relationship you’ll ever have.

So take a solo road trip. See that movie in the theater that you heard was great. Treat yourself to a nice dinner at that fusion place you were wanting to check out. Read and learn about the world. Take a class in that language you wanted to learn. Bake yourself fancy treats. Take on a new hobby. Make art.

To be the kind of person others will find awesome, you have to first become that person; in so doing, the pain of losing that ideal life you are mourning will slowly fade. It will never vanish completely, but over time the pain will become minimal, like rediscovering a tiny paper cut on your finger that you’d forgotten about.

Okay noted, but how is it oriented? Is ass crack of the statue the diagonal like going down and to the left from the top right? If so, then why does the left butt cheek look so round and the right one so flat? It’s just a really weird camera orientation, my brain can’t grok it.