That’s just how his mum still feeds him so you can forgive him the assumption

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.

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.

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.

Just water under the fridge.

dickbutt? It’s just a Reddit thing as far as I remember. Was constantly posted over there.

That and certain copy pasta just got annoying. I’d hoped it had stayed there.

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I feel for him, and for his mother who gave up her seat so he could go. Fuck the billionaires but he was 19 - I can’t feel any humour about his death, or for what this must’ve done to his mother.

I’m sure the others had family members too who have gone through hell while the world laughed.

We can have compassion for those people while still shrugging at the stupidity of the willing dead.

Canberra is called the Bush Capital. It’s a small city in the middle of a lot of bush, it’s very beautiful.

I don’t have a cat (did in the past, was an indoor cat) but there’s many roaming my neighbourhood because it’s still apparently difficult for Australians to understand how fucked that is.

I’d like to be able to talk to cats.

So I’d go have a chat to them and explain what longer, healthier lives they’d have at home. Free from disease, injury and the risk of being hit by car. I’d tell them to go home.

I’d also explain to them, that if they keep visiting my house, that eventually my dog might get one. And if he doesn’t, I’ll trap them and take them to the pound because their shit families are unlikely to have chipped them.

Context?

See my above response. It’s honestly not helpful advice sometimes.

Often the only answer is quitting/doing something completely different. And that often isn’t possible for people.

Oh I work for myself now, this was years ago, I’m a far better employer :)

But be careful with this kind of advice. Some people’s jobs require that they do need to worry about things they can’t control. Other people, namely. And that’s literally the job description.

The addict’s prayer or whatever it’s called is not applicable to a lot of jobs.

This just reminded me of a moment I had, years ago.

I was so stressed from work, working on my 6th burnout for the year.

I was meant to be getting stuff for dinner from the supermarket.

I had money, that wasn’t the issue. But I didn’t have a shopping list. My partner and I had just briefly discussed myself ‘picking up something’ on my way home.

I was paralyzed. My thoughts wouldn’t align or connect. I couldn’t think of any dinner option we’d ever had. So I couldn’t configure a shopping list in my head. I think I stood in the canned vegetable aisle and just stared ahead, trying not to cry.

I ended up sitting on a bench in the middle of the shopping centre trying to write a list on my phone. Eventually I had to call my partner and tell him I wasn’t okay and he needed to come get me.

Long story lacking events I know. But this meme made me think. Short of family emergency/death of loved ones, work is the only thing that has placed that kind of stress on me. Even in grief I have a sense of one foot in front of the other for any particular task. But burn out made me immobile. Completely saturated my brain and made it stop working.

Our brains aren’t built for that. They shouldn’t be.

Building colourful skyscrapers next to each other in a tiny city grid, until they combine and fly into the sky. I dunno, reverse 9/11?

I saw this while drinking miso soup in 27°c dry heat. It’s a weird feeling.