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The Pope rules for life. If they elect a bad one and he’s seventy, oh well, won’t be long. If he’s thirty… that’s two generations growing up under a bad Pope.

it was a wild few months

Virginity isn’t real.

Sleeping with someone should be about the two of your doing it. Don’t sleep with person A because of your feelings for person B, that’s fucked.

As someone who’s actually had this problem (in an urban area) and actually solved it, here’s what I did: Changed the shape of my fence so the amount of privacy the serial shitter was afforded was significantly reduced. Changed the position of my gate so that it no longer opened near the convex corner the shitter favored. They found a better spot and moved on.

I’m a believer in “found art” and a lover of natural beauty, so I’m gonna say that to me, the brain-feel-good-patterns is closer to the core than craft is. So, art more than content, I suppose.

Eyes aren’t windows to anything. Eyecontact is something most of us are wired to crave, to view as intimate, and it’s a shortcut to feelings of trust and understanding. Salesfolk, public speakers, and con artist are all trained to exploit this to be one more effective.

re: art vs. content: I’m not sure of the distinction you’re making. Can you explain what you mean?

devices: I prefer high-quality audio equipment but if I don’t have it to hand I’ll listen on what I do have… or just sign out myself

album / playlist: I have favorite albums, I have favorite playlists, but my favorite way to listen is via a nested tree of smart playlists that automatically rotates in music depending on how highly I’ve rated it, how recently it’s been played, and how many times total it’s been played.

Do you ever listen to music just to enjoy it and nothing else?

That is the only way I listen to music.

passion: yes, to the point of getting in trouble with my wife

searching: yes, I spend about a twentieth of my listening time on new music hoping to discover favorites

That’s so cool! I get so frustrated sometimes by the current state of music players and daydream about writing my own, and smart playlists are one of my must-haves.

Check the profile, baby.

Seriously, though, I’d rather be blind than deaf. That’s how much.

It’s mostly the same: discuss in good faith, don’t brigade, votes are for quality not for agreement, fuck spez

Yes, this is true.

I didn’t even pay for bus fare. I biked to work, biked home, and ate leftovers. Suck it, fake corporate holiday!

It’s my real name, and I don’t remember which avatar I have right now but either way it’s from a webcomic.

Oh, I like chaos fine. With me it’s… fear of loss? I have to close all unnecessary tabs myself so I don’t lose track of and accidentally close the few important ones.

Every day I’m surprised at how fat I’ve become.

No. That’s a fact of life, being sad about it doesn’t do anything and only harms me. So stop worrying about legacy or level of significance and just try to make the world better any way you can.

I suspect they lack whatever visceral reaction makes me start to panic if I have more tabs open than fit neatly across the top of the browser.

I hate when people don’t know how to act in a restaurant. I can tolerate it in tourists from abroad, that’s excusable ignorance. But by the stars, some people never left the five hundred mile radius of where they were born and still never learned basic things like “don’t treat service staff like trained animals” or “don’t say you’re ready to order until you know what you want” or “wait for a host or other staff to seat you instead of sitting down at the only dirty table and then complaining that you don’t have a menu and your table is dirty” or “the number of people in your party includes all people, not just adults” or “you can’t just order things from random people walking by”.

Ugh.

Anti-homeless antics are neither recent nor limited to America.