This certainly has the ring of truthiness to it.

Now kith.

I don’t!

My wife does it for me, lol.

I have a group text with my immediate family so we can coordinate semi-regular get-togethers, and I do the same with my own kids, but that’s it.

(There’s no way I’d be able to get my parents to learn how use anything more complicated anyhow, and just getting everyone in my own household to use a shared calendar was a whole thing. Simpler is better.)

My wife, however, likes staying informed, if not always in touch, and so dutifully does all the obligatory proud parent posting on facebook. She lets me know if anything important comes up from one of the relatives on there.

Distant family stays distant, which is how I like it, because most of them are pretty right wing anyway and the less I have to engage with their gibberish the better. Otherwise I only visit facebook occasionally to browse a shitposting page for a podcast I listen to. It’s better this way.

Sometimes you just have to work within the system that exists and promote change from within.

The fact that it’s usually women doing the dumb thing is problematic, but these jokes are easily mapped onto whoever you want to denigrate. As a Montana, these were often jokes about North Dakota, and as the scion of a large Norwegian clan, I also often heard these as Sven and Ole jokes.

To me the latter is actually a funnier way to approach them, because it’s two characters who everyone knows are dumb (and who are stand-ins for those people in your life who act this way) and you’re not just blanket insulting a whole group of people.

“What’s next?”

I’d modify the question to specify that each life is presented as a unique and compelling motion picture, each between an hour and four hours in length, of the sort that would be likely to win either critical acclaim or box office success (or both) at some point in the late 20th to early 21st century - and that I get to watch them in an unending variety of well-staffed and enthusiastically-attended movie theaters, with interesting companions who I can discuss the movie with for as long as I want to afterwards, with endless credit to spend at the concessions, and with no bodily needs like discomfort or fatigue.

Well if that’s the real answer, then any question at all would be a waste.

And the unfounded snobbery award of the day goes to

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Today it’s the Doctor Who episode “A Christmas Carol”, on the day that we’re all halfway out of the dark.

As someone who browses almost exclusively 9n my phone, I appreciate having a moment to pause it, flip my phone sideways, and adjust the resolution because YouTube always defaults to crappy.

Yeah hell, I don’t even read my inbox.

Weight class is already built into wrestling at all levels. If it’s such a concern, build it into other sports, like you said.

I’d argue this is true of most entertainment. It works though. Cookies aren’t good either, but they trick my brain into thinking it’s happy for a few minutes. I’ll fucking take it.

My opinion is this: if you can’t be bothered to use proper grammar and spelling and express yourself clearly, you should shut the fuck up.

Can you explain the title of the thread to me? What is a “such opinion”?

So a while back, the smoke alarm in the kid’s room directly below mine started going off for no apparent reason at 3 AM. Got up, went downstairs to silence it, checked everything in the house, smelled for smoke, looked at all the outlets, etc. Dug through drawers to find a new 9V battery and figured it was either a battery issue or a literal bug set it off. Never really got back to restful sleep after that, and the next day I kept worrying I had missed something and a shorted wire was quietly smoldering away in the wall somewhere.

Next night, around the same time, I was again jolted out of sleep by a loud beep, but by the time I had gotten downstairs, there was no alarm going off, just my ears ringing. Asked everyone else if they heard an alarm, they said no. I must’ve hallucinated it, but I was also experiencing the most intense tinitus I have ever had. I don’t usually get tinitus at all, but my ears were ringing so loudly I couldn’t get back to sleep for a half hour afterwards.

I believe I had a major psychosomatic event, which manifested tinitus. It’s either that or the timing of the random tinitus that woke me up was a bizarre coincidence.

I could never use one of those unless it also had a camera with it. If shadowmen are going to mess with me in my sleep, they’ll have to live with having their images captured on camera.

Me when trying to decide on a movie to watch.