Yes. In fact, I have spent a long portion of my life starting my morning with demands of the release of the kraken.
We're not learning the lesson fast enough. The kraken will either be another step in our downfall, or we can start feeding people to them until things get better.
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This is also a problem rehabbers can face! Some patients just don't want to go, they had the good life and absolutely refuse to wild back up. This is why minimizing direct handling and human socialization as much as possible is a key step.
It's easy to see why people can think of wild animals like pets when you see them act like that. We all want the same basic thing, in the end. To be comfortable.
Otis Spunkmeyer is the brand. We use the same cookies at my job. The secret is to let them sit for about 20-30 minutes after pulling the dough from the freezer(it's pre-shaped discs), and only bake them for 10-12 minutes at 350 fahrenheit instead of the recommended 15-16.
EDIT: And to anyone who loves those mini chocolate chip cookies some bakeries carry, Hope's Country Fresh Cookies. Same thing, let 'em thaw a little and underbake for a soft, chewy cookie.
EDIT: EDIT: Sorry, I'm bored as fuck at work, and realized I can share another trade secret. Got some of these cookies getting near sell-by? They've firmed up. Get yourself a jar of buttercreme icing, and an icing bag. Load the bag up, cut a decent sized point out of the tip, and make sandwich cookies. Fuckin' bomb, buttercreme works best as the filling.
You have nostrils. Learn to inhale and exhale at the same time. Become the master of your own body. Defy your limitations. You're playing the flute, goddammit! Give it the respect it deserves, and transcend beyond your mortal limitations and grasp the freedom of the ethereal.
Look, I get it, but the state of DLC in Paradox games has moved beyond even the memes. I think they took those as inspiration. There's a fucking monthly pass now!
I deeply enjoy their games, but the DLC bloat confounds me.
Eh. I have thing going on that I'm looking forward to, trying to keep my head up with things, but right now there's this issue that's putting a shadow over everything.
I try to talk to the person involved, but they've kept at it to this point where I don't want to be around them. I've tried to be gentle about it, but it's like everything I said gets forgotten in a week and I'm the bad person for putting my foot down after.
I think it feels worse because I know what I need to do, but it's going to make a lot of things very difficult, and it's going to take accepting that someone who was very important in my life isn't the person I knew when we reached that point. That neither of us are.
Every time I turn it on, or off, or open the door, or think about using it for a second? No thank you. I don't need a tune for every action. I can very clearly see that you're on because the display is on. I know you're open because I'm standing right the fuck here.
My biological grandfather and step-grandmother were my closest, but it was mainly with her, and I didn't realize it until she passed. I could tell so many stories about that woman, both from after my birth and well before it. Honestly, the further I accept myself, the more I realize she has always been my go-to for the woman I aspire to be.
My biological grandmother is a narcissistic piece of shit who I will never speak to again, if I can help it, and my step-grandfather along with her. When I was younger, I thought it was healthy, until I realized that what was happening was I was getting toys and shinies shoved at me so I'd look to her as a provider and ignore her shitty comments towards everyone else.
He's not much better. He can't handle not having control, but also hates showing it, so he acts like a passive-aggresive bully until he gets his way and when confronted on it shrugs and goes "Who I am. Don't like it, go" then throws a tantrum when you do.
So it looks like maybe? But it would be extremely difficult. The suits are internally pressurized and designed for removal when external and internal pressure are closely matched, such as in an airlock.
Like, I'm fucked either way. Who knows, maybe I'll make it for another sleep cycle, and the last thing I'll see will be those fragments further scattered. Something pretty, as the liquid in my eyes begins to rapidly boil.
The kraken works in mysterious ways. We must trust in their decisions.