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  • katja@lemmy.blahaj.zonetoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.worldYa feel me?
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    26 days ago

    It is the only time when I can really pump up the jam and go nuts. You can’t do it at home because your neighbors will murder you if you are loud enough. It is also unfair to lay all the dB’s on the same people all the time. That said, I only use the kind of volume that makes it hard to see straight during the morning commute. It is annoying for the closest 400 cars, but not as annoying as if I fall asleep and plow right into you. Yes, I have already OD’d on coffee to the point of seeing god in the rear view mirror by that time, but I am still fully capable of falling spontaneously asleep, thank you very much. So think before you get too annoyed in the future. That obnoxiously loud asshole may just have saved your life by playing bagpipe music at a volume that makes the clouds shift above her car. You’re welcome.

    Edit: ohhh, that wasn’t very popular at all, was it? Some folks even took it seriously. To be fair, I actually started sort of seriously, but the post got away from me. Hate when that happens. I like loud music and the only time you can ramp it up a bit is in the car. That much is serious. The rest was an attempt at humour, but I see I failed. Again.

    I actually play loud music to sing along with as voice training as I spend maybe 2h in the car every day on average. Whitney’s got nothing on me, lemme tell you. She is dead after all.


  • This is second hand info, I’m nowhere near limber or big enough, but I saw a comment from someone who allegedly was able to self fellate. Apparantly the overall impression is that it is more like sucking dick than getting your dick sucked. I’m not implying that it’s a bad thing, just know what to expect before committing to a rigorous training regiment with that goal in mind. Or whatever, you do you. 😏


  • You have to wonder what he did that made 10 guys leave their swords in his corpse like that.

    My trusty blade that served me well trough all this years is irredeemably soiled by this guys blood. Worth it, but I’m gonna miss my Rosemünde. In case you missed it in history class, all swords were called that in the olden days. Not very imaginative, but that’s the way it was.




  • Depends on what you’re doing. If operating machinery like a lathe or a mill or anything that moves and where you don’t want to have body parts in the mix, no, you absolutely shouldn’t wear gloves. They catch much easier than naked hands and take it from me, it’s no fun getting caught. 🫠

    Some protective cream is better when you can’t use gloves, but I personally don’t find it helps all that much. YMMV.

    Otherwise yes, gloves are good. Much of the oil and shit isn’t good for your skin and who knows how much gets absorbed that way.


  • It’s not perfect, but I use baby wipes to clean off the worst before I head in. Don’t have running water in the shop so to avoid putting black fingerprints everywhere, it’s good enough. Also much cheaper than specialized wipes. After that, ordinary soap usually does the trick.

    Dish washing liquid is better than ordinary soap I find, but rarely necessary. A specialized product with something grainy in it is better when you’re really dirty and it’s on there good.







  • katja@lemmy.blahaj.zoneto196@lemmy.blahaj.zonerule
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    The thing is, they want us depressed. Depressed peons doesn’t want to fight injustices, they just hide under the covers and doomscroll the internet. We aren’t built to handle the massive amount of info we are constantly force fed through all available channels. Our lizard brains are not good at prioritizing between threats and media and astroturfing are constantly overstating the importance of the current threat. There are SO many threats and issues to choose from that it seems insurmountable. Where to even start? If you are the kind of person that cares and have a bit of empathy it can be too much to handle.

    I don’t have a fits-all solution to combat care-fatigue, I really don’t. That said, it might help to list the shit that needs dealing with that are important to you. Prioritize engagement from that list. How much effort and/or money can you spend? Where can it have the most effect? Put it there and do something. Anything. Just try to be a force for good in this fucked-up world. Helping others will lessen the despair, it really will. Again - you can’t help everyone, but you can help someone. Let that be enough.

    Also - eat the rich, it’s all their fault. Don’t let them tell you otherwise.





  • I guess I’m a trans tomboy? I’m new to all this so I don’t have the lingo down yet. I have two ex-wives and I think I want an ex-husband too. But it’ll have to wait. I recently realized I need someone who sees me as a woman and that’s likely not happening anytime soon. Right now it feels like I want to wait until after bottom surgery. It’ll be a long wait, but I’ve decided not to let old hang ups and preconceived notions dictate my life any longer so it might change if I meet the right person. I’m not sweating it, though.