It was almost 80 today. It’ll be 82-83 tomorrow. I’m gardening this weekend. Spring is here it just hasn’t figured it out yet.

the monkey’s paw curls

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I would too. I’ve been at work all day so I’ve just now seen what’s been going on. I leaped before I looked, frankly. Browsing this thread that seems to be the common sentiment, aid over a domain name. I suppose I should have just taken a second before speaking.

NO KERRYPOSTING

this is the correct one. Our collective handlers will enjoy this.

If it stays under $500 USD out the door I will buy it, and give it to someone here.

How do I go about doing so and retaining my semi anonymity?

I fucked around w chatgpt a couple months ago just to see WTF, and frankly I can’t find a use for it. I have no questions that need AI to answer. I have no routines that I need AI to plan, meal programs to figure out, code to write, etc. I’m not sure if it’s because I lack the requisite intelligence to have questions that cannot be conventionally answered or I just dgaf.

Nothing is original, comrade. the lathe thing is used elsewhere.

social media is a goddamned cancer.

who knew Xi was a birds fan

Your post comes across as boastful, comrade.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie

That sounds like a awesome Sunday lazy day activity. Give them all some pets and scritches!

Oi crockie! Come back with that diggah ya c*nt!

I mean, a *giant * part of me wants to say good, that it’ll only negatively affect the unvaccinated and that it’s just thinning the herd out or whatever borderline right winger bullshit, but that’s never the case. It’ll kill the sickest amongst us, the weakest, those who cannot get vaccinated against TB. Innocent people will die because some portion of the population holds the exact same scientific understanding of virology and vaccines as a river trout.

Billy Ray Cyrus
Tiger King
The Undertaker

being eight-ish years old, bouncing on my parents bed while eating marshmallows. I decided to start throwing marshmallows into the light fixture while It was on, of course. My mom found me on the bed, halfway through my jump shot and just about beat the brakes off my ass, with her flip flop. Afterwards I had to help remove the fixture, clean the caramelized sugar off of it, and then reinstall it. The whole time, tears just running like a river.

One time I was at my great grandmothers house visiting family I had never met (I was five or six). My great grandma lived out in the boonies in north Mississippi with no electricity, no running water, outhouse on the edge of the property that moved locations once its current spot had no more room. She had a cuckoo clock in the hallway and I was afraid of it. I remember sneaking down the hallway where it was, and when it went off I screamed and started crying. I remember telling my mom that her Uncle Erskin and her Uncle Claud both beat me. I remember her uncle Claude calling me a derogatory term from the late 1800s, used to demean black men particularly. It took me 30 years to remember the term correctly, and then look it up to see wtf it was. Fuck you Claud. Greatest Generation my ass.

I remember not being able to convince my mom to let me have ice cream for dinner so I held my breath till I nearly lost consciousness, fell down and cracked the back of my skull hard enough that I got mildly concussed and had to get a half dozen stitches on my head to fix it. I don’t remember how old I was then, but I’m 46 now and I can still feel the scar on the back of my head.

ah! Ok. I wast sure if maybe I said something that made you mad, or if you were just messing with me and since I’m dumb as a post oak I wasn’t getting it.