toynbee

I just don’t print.

So how long have you lived in Baltimore?

Cognitive behavioral therapy, right?

… Right?

Back on Reddit, I once saw a lengthy debate about whether this or what you meant should be the default assumption when seeing that acronym. I don’t think either participant left satisfied, which I suppose was appropriate.

I’m a man, but I like it when my wife has orgasms. Often I do, too. Sometimes the two coincide and I really like that.

I suspect men of old also loved their lovers, though not universally. Hopefully the ladies came as well.

Wasn’t he just copyright protection after Shazam was unveilled?

For sure. When my rollover happened I was alone - no dependents and no one in the car with me. Now I have a wife and a daughter and if anything threatened to happen to them, especially under my care, I would be terrified.

Again, though; I absolutely believe you were justifiably frightened in the moment, but I’m glad things worked out!

It’s good that you and your wife made it through that experience okay.

I once rolled my car just due to driving in the snow down a mountain. It wasn’t quite scary like yours - in fact, I remember feeling a detachment as I started sliding towards an obstacle, thinking basically “okay, this is going to happen. I can’t do anything about it. What can I do to minimize the damage?”

I never ended up hitting the obstacle. The car rolled and I think the material of the roof generated more friction than the tires had, so I stopped sooner.

The car performed one full rotation, landing on one side, then the roof, then the other side, then back right side up. The interesting thing to me is that I didn’t realize the car was rolling until all the loose objects in the car started, from my perspective, defying gravity, then started obeying it again.

I came out completely physically unhurt, but one of the loose objects in the car was a jack. I saw it fly straight past my head. That could have been bad.

As I said, it was snowing and I was on a mountain in Pennsylvania. It was a long time ago and cell phone coverage wasn’t very good, let alone in that area. I ended up walking into the drainage ditch (figuring that the debris there might give my shoes more traction, maybe not the best idea in retrospect, but I neither slipped nor fell) and walking up to knock on the door of the nearest house to call a tow truck. I think it was nine or ten pm.

I couldn’t really see the resident, but I could see their feet on their recliner and the TV they were watching. The first time I knocked, there was no reaction. I waited a short while and knocked again and saw them reach to turn the TV up.

I got the message and walked to the next house. They were much more helpful.

Bread sandwich

“The Earth is fine. People are fucked.”

• George Carlin

Fair enough. Thank you.

When I was learning to drive, my parents read a manual provided by the state. One of the directives was “say correct, not right!”

My kid is only six and therefore not driving as far as I know, but I have maintained that standard.

Can’t argue that, but I still don’t want to live in a robot. I don’t want to die at the moment but I don’t think I want to live… However long a robot does.

You might live forever.

All of my loved ones want to have their organs donated to science, then have the leftovers cremated.

My wife was in the funeral industry for a while and studying mortuary sciences. She says she left because it was too depressing being pressured to upsell grieving families all the time.

I’m not trying to be dismissive or critical of those who use a NAS solution. I’ve never used one myself, so maybe it really is amazing; but from your response it sounds just like an NFS (or perhaps samba) server with a web interface? I did try TrueNAS once and it basically seemed like that, but also with convoluted permissions.

Again, not trying to be dismissive or anything. Just trying to understand.

When I started at my current job, the company was still pretty small. I don’t know that the founder’s past was, but the company had contributed significantly to his wealth and he tended to share it (or maybe show it off) in lavish ways, mostly with the executives but sometimes with the staff in general.

For example, there was what was apparently a very nice, very expensive espresso machine in the break room. (I was told this was the only thing he took when he left the company.) There was also a very very nice grill on the property … That was allegedly only used once because the owners of the complex said it violated some rule to do so. I always wondered why they just left it instead of … Moving it to somewhere else where they could use it, even if only personally.

Anyway, the reason I bring up all of this is that he was notorious for showing up with extremely costly and detailed full body costumes and gifting them, unasked, to the executives. I think most of them took them home and hung them out of sight in a closet, but at least one of them kept it in his office in a spare chair as if it were visiting.

I don’t remember for sure, but I think it actually was a gorilla suit.

Are you useful? How would I get to Ozma without you?

If it helps, another thing that happens in that book is that one of the characters suggests he might bite off the penis of another.

He even suggests that he would be unbothered by doing so due to his Vietnam experience.

… Obviously …

I was providing information in the hopes of it being useful.

edit: In case it’s unclear: https://old.reddit.com/r/tipofmypenis/