I’m not going to comment on the veracity of it all, other than to say that I love that Iran’s nuclear secrets are guarded by shift workers, and that nobody was on the night shift, leaving Mossad a window to get in, torch the safes, and get out, before Allied Security showed up in the morning.

I’m in my late 30s and I run all the time, I’m in great shape, but I don’t even like going out to shows that start at 11 anymore, because I want to be at home before 11, and preferably even earlier. I don’t think it’s entirely to do with taking care of yourself, older body is just old, and I just know I will feel the pain a lot more, and that the reward just isn’t what it was when the expense is high.

Yeah, this is how I used to deal with it. You just eat that stabbing pain for a few seconds and then it’s gone.

I haven’t had this in probably 15 or more years at this point, which seems to be consistent with the syndrome itself being most common in young adults, teens, and children.

I haven’t had it in so many years, but I eventually got to the point where I’d just take a deep breath and it would seem to pop away. It would hurt, but then it would stop.

It’s more common in young adults and children, and I’m approaching middle age here unfortunately, but the upside is no more precordial catch.

Well yeah, don’t house those drugs. Stick to the ones that will melt your mind!

In the words of my good friend Timmy: What’s going to happen to you?

That stupid question resulted in some fun nights. And also some uncomfortable nights.

Guitar Pro. Ableton. Microsoft Excel.

My grandfather used to have the little egg cup and tiny spoon, and we have never been a rich family, no matter how far back you go.

It’s funny, because things I’ve watched recently have been pronouncing it YOUR-uh-nus, versus your-A-nus. Dunno when we made the change, but 25-30 years ago, it was butthole.

But jokes aside, I want to see something like the Parker Solar Probe, but out. Fastest thing ever created, by a large margin, and second place is the goddamn manhole cover. I’m assuming the science can’t exactly slingshot something straight out like that, wave to Voyager Uno and Voyager Dos, and see what’s happening.

I’m no scientist though, but let’s go.

Yeah, Boston is chaos and it is super easy to get lost. And you’ll have two roads converging and splitting and you gotta just hope you’re in the right place!

Yeah, I wake up, morning routine, run, shower, work, small lunch, nap, wake up, afternoon routine, and if I have a night job I shower again. But the exercise really dictates. If I don’t run in the morning I probably save the shower until sometime around 5pm.

Religion can be fine. It is and always has been the idiots who ruin shit, just like with everything. I have churches around me that help the community, are open to all sorts of people. So the leader of one of the largest churches finally doing what he can to denounce nonsense is a step in the right direction for sure.

Unfortunately, the idiots will most certainly be heard.

And that all sounds absolutely reasonable. I’m just having a very different experience on Lemmy, and that’s the main reason why I found it odd, so appreciate your clarification.

And this is not to say I haven’t stumbled upon some shitheads, it’s just the frequency is low enough to be not so noticeable, not something I really put effort into addressing. If it were higher for me, I’m sure I’d find myself doing the same thing you are.

I’m curious what your threshold for blocking is. I don’t block anyone. I appreciate dissenting opinions. I can totally appreciate that there are bad actors out here, but a blocklist of 300+ sound like a curated echo chamber.

Feel free to block me.

I flew out of EWR on Friday and my flight left (the gate) on time. Now, we took off 30m late because of the traffic at our final destination, but security was 10m and we were on the plane on time. It was incredible. The longest wait was to get the kids some chicken fingers, that was like 30m.

Who would win in a wrestling match, Lemmy or God?

Yeah, my peppers got too much calcium and had black ends. Cucumbers got too yellow. Cabbage worked fine, but I fucking hate cabbage. Beans were seriously lacking. Shit certainly isn’t easy, and it’s way to easy to think, hey, I can do this no problem!

I played lacrosse in middle school, and when we’d stop we’d try taking the caps from our Gatorades and rolling them on the windshield of cars next to us.

I can’t stand littering now, I do town cleanups, and maybe it’s my way of trying to undo my stupidity.

They’re still shit. I bring my young kids to the park and around 430 the 12-15 year old kids roll in and are an absolute menace, like clockwork. Littering, cursing loudly, riding their bikes in between the play equipment.

I think there’s a certain age where shitheads will always be shitheads. They get this little taste of freedom that comes with adolescence and they go overboard. I think it is just a part of life.

I try to say to my kids, hey, you don’t like how they’re acting now right? Then don’t do it when you’re their age. We will see if that works.

I tell people I’m from New Jersey. Always have. America has always been way, way too broad a term. I don’t feel any connection with people from Texas or California, certainly not any of the deep south. Shit, I barely feel a connection with people from Pennsylvania.

If they say “Huh, New Jersey?” I say I’m an hour from NYC, and then that usually keeps that discussion rolling in a nice way.