In college I arranged a co-op at IBM. They made me take a drug test which I failed (for marijuana). A person from IBM's HR called me and said literally "you need to clean up your act" and they brought me in to do the co-op anyway. I have no idea what the fuck that was all about.
I also got pulled over for speeding one time and the cop smelled the joint I had been smoking. Luckily he let me go with just a speeding ticket, but he made a point of scolding me -- not for driving while high but because I was 49 at the time. He told me it was time for me to grow up. I was seriously enraged by that but of course I kept it to myself.
My brother is a solid liberal and hates Trump, but for some unknown reason he hopped on Putin's dick years ago. Whenever his defense of Putin descends into bad comedy, he claims that if Putin is actually a bad person then the CIA installed him. Which somehow makes him a good person? I dunno. I assume that some random podcasters somewhere are running around defending Putin because podcasts are my brother's sources for all knowledge.
Blue Velvet was good, lots of fun weird shit but also a plot that moved along. It made me rent Eraserhead which in turn almost made me give up movies entirely.
From Here to Eternity is like that. The book is truly a great piece of literature, but the movie (made in the 1950s) excises pretty much everything worthwhile in the book. Just as one example, the book has a character who can't get any contact with women in pre-war Hawaii so he starts getting blowjobs from gay men in parks. Eventually he builds up so much guilt from this that he shoots himself in the head in the barracks. I can't remember whether the character was even in the movie but obviously no hint of those activities show up. There's also the main character taking up with a prostitute who is magically not a prostitute at all in the movie.
The book has so much stuff like this in it that I can't understand why they even tried to make a movie out of it in 1953.
Try Jim Jarmusch’s Stranger than Paradise. It’s great, it’s a classic, but you’re going die out of boredom if The Godfather is already too much for you.
And if you survive that you can move right on to Eraserhead.
There's one house in my neighborhood that still has a "TRUMP LOW PRICES | KAMALA HIGH PRICES" sign in their yard. The kicker is that it's a black family and the house is in a subsidized housing development funded by the county. Just needs a "BEWARE OF FACE-EATING LEOPARDS" sign next to it.
The bus is not my main residence. I live in a place (Philly area) where residence in a motorhome is not really a legal option. I embarked on the skoolie journey without a realistic plan for actually living in it and so far it's been nothing but a gigantic time and money sink. But it has been fun and I've developed a lot of skills (mainly metalworking like welding and riveting) that I didn't have before. You may enjoy my build thread.
I do hope to someday be able to live in it for a few years at least. We'll see if that's possible.
My sister-in-law had a victorian-era sofa in their house for a few years. Incredibly well-built piece of furniture and quite beautiful, but truly uncomfortable. Also heavy as fuck -- I'd rather move a piano.
I own a skoolie (a used school bus converted to a motorhome). I acquired two sections of one of those giant sectional sofas from a woman on Craigslist who was giving them away for free. She paid $4000 for the entire thing and when I deconstructed my sections to build them into the bus I was astonished at what incredibly poor quality the things were. The framing (such as it was) was unbelievably cheap wood that looked like it was cut by a beaver, and the ends were made from OSB scraps - not even cheap plywood. The backs underneath the cushions were entirely made from nylon lawn chair straps haphazardly stapled down.
The cushions and fabric were decent enough, but the thought of paying $4000 for furniture that shitty underneath is pretty hard to imagine.
I never had kids, but being a school bus driver has made me regret not having kids. Being a school bus driver has also made me thrilled to the fucking core that I never had kids.
In college I arranged a co-op at IBM. They made me take a drug test which I failed (for marijuana). A person from IBM's HR called me and said literally "you need to clean up your act" and they brought me in to do the co-op anyway. I have no idea what the fuck that was all about.
I also got pulled over for speeding one time and the cop smelled the joint I had been smoking. Luckily he let me go with just a speeding ticket, but he made a point of scolding me -- not for driving while high but because I was 49 at the time. He told me it was time for me to grow up. I was seriously enraged by that but of course I kept it to myself.