No, guns are for maiming and killing living things. I didn’t grow up in the bush or in a rural area, so there was no need to shoot anything.
Had my parents raised me around guns in suburbia then I would have categorised them as reckless fuckwits.
Because who in their right mind keeps guns anywhere near children? That’s absurd. To think that’s normal is institutionalised, cult-thought.
It’s worth it
It’s both sweet and bland somehow. Pointless.
Watched Fury road for the billionth time last night. God it’s good. Doesn’t set out to be anything it shouldn’t be; delivers what you want. Not too much dwelling on the past, no shoehorned romances. Just fast and fun.
Christmas in July is a thing I suppose
The incels have moved in too. The place is feeling more and more like Reddit.
I’m using the block option a lot.
There was a sense of… Anticipation? When we first got internet in my family.
The dial up tone was an announcement that you were going on the internet. It was a mindful choice you made, and you had to wait a bit for it. Not just pick up your phone and look at it. You had something in mind that you wanted to do.
It did always have a slight sense of occasion and I remember having butterflies just waiting for the connection. I’m very nostalgic for it.
I set myself a calendar reminder to play this in a few years. I’m hoping I’ll have forgotten most things.
I’m unnaturally good at flat pack furniture assembly. And I know how pathetic a brag that is, given it’s a set of instructions and equipment. But everyone I know complains about it. I genuinely like it.
I set out all the materials and count them against the inventory to make sure they’re all there. Then I follow the instructions.
Whenever I’ve helped someone else do it, they start trying to figure out what attaches to what in the abstract, they tear open bags of bolts as they go and grab the one that looks right only to realise later that it’s 2mm shorter than the one they’re meant to use.
I don’t get it. It’s a recipe with all the ingredients provided. Prep the ingredients, cook following instructions.
My partner, who falls into the category of just trying to guess things, is pretty much banned from assisting me until there’s a bit where another human is necessary. But even then I’ll make do using leverage from furniture if I can.
And that’s my super long comment about how I’m good at something that’s remarkably easy, because it’s designed to be easy, but everyone wants to make it hard and then fight about it.
Also, here’s a great song with a relevant clip:
The rule of the community is you must post before you leave after viewing something. It’s obviously not anything policed.
Someone started showing their adherence to this rule by putting the word ‘rule’ in their post title. People continued this trend, sometimes using a play on words related to the post itself, making crap portmanteaus etc. they’re usually not very cryptic.
It’s been towed ouside the environment.
You should ask him out.
You might enjoy this other brand of Australian high speed madness. Water world edition:
Ah right. It’s not most memorable of them. Anyway, when people don’t get your joke it means it didn’t land. You need to chill a bit.
I’ve seen it a billion times and I’m not sure what the reference in your comment was?
Just water under the fridge.
Hahah thanks for clearing that up
That’s just how his mum still feeds him so you can forgive him the assumption