Not sure if my feet are actually free yet, but I’m very happy to feel like they might be.
A little injection of potassium and the heart attack will look like natural causes.
It was super great being jaded about nuclear death by the time I was 12.
Built character!
(Anxiety is character, right?)
It’s a real fuckin’ horrible blessing to have outlived all the relatives whose phone numbers I most dread seeing pop up.
That would shake me bad. My step dad died when I was in my mid 20’s, so I never had to see where he went. But my mom remained pretty much the leftist hippy she’d always been up to her death.
Still wish I’d pushed back more on my aunt deadnaming my cousin constantly… but god family is such a mess.
My mom was pretty good about it, my cousin’s mother and brothers were varying degrees of shit.
But hey, she’s alive and the people
who were shitty to her aren’t. That’s not nothing.
I feel really lucky (and a little unusual) for always being basically politically compatible with my parents.
Oof! My Baptist uncle was one of the thumpers shouting about devil worshippers… and then, decades later, one of the most supportive when my cousin (from different branch) transitioned. Even made a Pronoun Jar to train himself to get it right.
I’m making the conscious choice to not steal this moment of joy.
Also, he might get so mad he dies.
I dunno, cockroaches regularly get new skeletons, and no matter how many I steal, I can’t replace the one that matters to me.
The first art gig I was paid to do ended in the teacher who hired me being fired for witchcraft.
Desperately wish I was joking.
Luckily, on that front, my parents were very cool.
Yeah, onions is a real bad one to lose.
In my case, I can be kind of okay if there's a little bit of onion, but stuff like onion powder is a one-way ticket to a couple days of agony.
For today, I will forget what a fucking nightmare it was to have to drive in NYC.
Today I am choosing to delight in the little things.
Specifically, a single word repeated 34 times.
That's really good to know!
And, well, the other element of the problem -- that I can't order it when I go out to Thai places with friends -- has been largely solved by Covid.
I do not eat in restaurants anymore.
Is it possible to die of schadenfreude?
I feel like I'm dangerously close now... Seeing your local monsters get staked might push me over the edge.
I really *should* try making my own.
Weirdly, whatever it is about onions that my GI tract hates, it's basically fine with shallots!?
This is the one I needed.
I availed myself of a place that made it for me as hot as the chef would have it, and my life is permanently enriched. One of the two chefs liked it with about 1 cup of pureed Thai peppers.
Such agonizing bliss. At least I lived!
God I hate the fact that I can no longer eat my beloved Thai yellow curry.
Traitorous gastrointestinal system!
In this case, I don't think there was any malice (beyond making money off people that want to own nazi shit) involved -- the folks that make these fakes just don't care. It's a preWWII German razor, so it's prime real estate for their home-made swastikas and eagles.
A single clove of garlic is *plenty* for two (2) individual noodles. You need one for every two in the pot.
Ah, those recipe books from around the time I was born.
"Use a few grains of black pepper."
Frankly, I'd like in on the action there. My cardiovascular system is just a little too fond of the 'powerwash' setting for pressure.
At least until you can get a new cardiovascular system made to order.
Oh, you BET I'd opt for it if it was that or have a heartrate of zero.
I might look for a formulation that didn't also send me into crushing depression, though.
It was *so* strange. I was doing the bike riding just before I went on it, so I just watched all the numbers for performance fall off a cliff. I simply could not get my heart rate above 130bpm at a time when I was regularly pushing 180 to get up steep hills.
I've been a subscriber to the monthly bundle for *years* now, to the point where I had an extra good deal for it because I was a legacy subscriber.
Instant cancel.
Well that was a new low.
Browsing auction sites for razors, came across a lot of 'third reich' which was all just early 1900's stuff with pewter eagles glued on.
The razor in the lot wearing fake nazi clothes was made by a prominent Jewish manufacturer who was killed just before the war.
Oh, I did all that stuff... Sat in the back of a pickup truck on the freeway, even.
But I also remember my fingers getting stained yellow from touching the inside of car windows, everyone putting a big comb in their back pocket, and the popularity of Shawn Cassidy.
On the plus side, I wasn't shot by police for punching a kid in the face with the hilt of a knife, and as a direct result, there was zero bullying at that school.
The 2000’s were an absolute golden age for dismantling regulations that impeded the concentration of wealth.
Plus, I got free clinical depression as a bonus treat.
Metoprolol is not my favorite drug.
It *did* end my migraines. Sort of. Instead of pain, I just got the full light show semi-regularly for about a year after I stopped taking it.
Man. When I had my “with THAT blood pressure, you get a ride in the ambulance” event, they put me on beta blockers and enough loop diuretic to power a dynamo at Niagara Falls.
I was also trying to pick back up endurance cycling, and the beta blockers were like having an engine that could only idle.
The list of obits I'm looking forward to has grown far beyond anything I ever thought possible.
Oh god, yes.
So many of the 'big mystery' based franchise TV shows fall into that pit.
My new rideshare app has seen the problems of other apps. Every car shall be driven by a bear.
A bear trained by the military.
Introducing, Major Ursa.
Blackwolf is a new ride sharing app that has all of the same problems of the old ride sharing apps but also your driver has a gun