Executive dysfunction broccoli

Sick humans tend to be warmer than usual, and cats love sitting on warm things that don’t move much.

Yep. I’m not the type to get tattoos but if I was I could do a whooooole lot worse than visiting the tattoo artist who did this one.

This is a good example of horrible taste but pretty good execution

The one and only upside I can see to a foldable phone is that it might finally be able to thwart my shitty superpower of always being able to accidentally unlock my phone in my pocket and pocket dial people or pocket open apps or pocket close browser tabs.

In no particular order, I blame the GoT writers, showrunners, producers, and GRRM.

The cast and other crew hold no culpability whatsoever in the situation.

And yeah I can understand being sore at being the subject of a million memes about “Ah dun wunnit, she’s mah kween”

But it’s not Kit’s fault that GRRM couldn’t keep up the pace with the source material, or that the producers tried shoe-horning ten or twelve episodes of plot points into a final season of six episodes.

The horrors persist, but so do I.

Also, Al Swearingen had a relevant line in Deadwood

Pain or damage don’t end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, and give some back.

Clearly this isn’t the healthiest way of coping with things, but sometimes I’m not in the right frame of mind to process stuff optimally, and so I think of lines like this one.

I don’t think Mary Sue or Gary Stu characters are intrinsically bad. Provided that the work is honest about it.

I prefer characters who have realistic strengths and weaknesses, and who face credible tests in the plot, which they aren’t guaranteed to pass. I like characters who fail from time to time.

I do sometimes want some escapism and such, so I’m glad Mary Sue and Gary Stu types still exist.

Check out the first season of Killing Eve. Head writer left after S1 so reviews of the other three seasons are decidedly mixed.

I thoroughly enjoyed the live action Cowboy Bebop.

I use Voyager.

When I see people posting stuff I don’t want to see but can’t otherwise easily filter (based off link domain or keyword in post title or community name), I will downvote. Once I see a user account with enough net downvotes, that’s a cue for me to consider blocking them.

This works sorta well for me, but someone else’s experience may vary.

I’ve been watching Full Swing S3 on Netflix, and just started the first episode of S4.

Yes, most of the golfers depicted are obnoxious asses who live a life of wealth and are a bit out of touch with the average jane & joe. I don’t think I’d want to have a coffee or a beer with most of them.

I still find the show fascinating for the same reasons that I find the F1: drive to survive and Break point series fascinating, and for the same reason I enjoy shows that depict how products are manufactured.

I like seeing stuff that doesn’t get aired during a tournament on tv. I like seeing stuff that isn’t just social media soundbites.

Who received each note? I’m having trouble figuring out based on what I see in the artwork

I guess it’s a good thing my account is old enough that I didn’t have to provide a phone number?

Three cats in the house presents the same problem, but in our case one of the cats does not like pets under any circumstances.

“Hey, if I eat the frag, I won’t have to spend all weekend getting hazed because my NCO found a pube inside my toilet during field day inspection…”

After reading all that, you’re absolutely not overreacting. Divorce him and get him out of your life.

Aw shit, last pic I took was of a payphone

I feel like a horrible person for describing anyone’s music like that, but hearing either of those two artists instantly sours my mood and makes me feel depressed and despondent. I’ve had struggles with mental health for 30+ years, and one of the few things that helps with any consistency is avoiding things (music, movies, tv shows) I know will likely put me in a sour mood.

I’m glad their music brings joy to others. I am just not ever going to enjoy it. The absolute best I can possibly manage is to grind my teeth and bite my tongue until the song is over and hopefully something more pleasant comes on.

I can’t stand anything by Crosby Stills & Nash or by Cat Stevens. It all sounds like horrifically depressing heroin addict music to me.

My deceased father in law loved listening to them, and it drove me nuts.

I have similar issues with this. I feel like I have negligible control over what music is stuck in my head, to the point that sometimes it feels like my brain chooses which songs to play on infinite loop in my head based on what’s most likely to ruin my day or mood, or tempt me into taking an ice pick to my ear drums. In contrast, trying to get a song I like stuck in my head often feels as frustrating as trying to wrestle a greased up angry toddler.

I have noise cancelling headphones that work well for countering this, but I’m often in situations where it would be very weird for me to use them, so I’m often powerless to do anything about it.

The more I hate a song being played in a public space, the more my brain wants to make me miserable by forcing me to pay attention to the hated song and nothing else.