I sat down with my partner last night, to help him pick out an instance to join. He said he wasn't unixy enough to feel at home on SDF.
I feel comfortable with his decision to join dbzer0. Folks from dbzer0 seem like good sorts, and somehow none of y'all have pissed me off enough to get added to my block list.
Whenever I get into an argument with someone on the Internet and I keep arguing with them past the point I should stop (it's useless or I'm just wicked frustrated) I set up a monthly donation to something that would piss them off. And that's why I have monthly donations to Sesame Street, the ACLU, and the SPLC.
I picked up Stranded: Alien Dawn on Humble Bundle a few months back and it scratches the same itch. I know I'm going back to Rimworld soon, but S:AD has prettier graphics and similar gameplay. You can also build multi-story buildings. It's been a good change of pace for me.
Sometime in 2010. My partner and I got our first pup, work was fine, apartment complex was good. Things were walkable. Pup loved snowpocalypse 2010, we went to the tennis courts and just ran around in the snow.
Obama was promising awesome healthcare reform. I had hope.
My mom hadn't told me that we were probably the sort of family who should only see each other at funerals. My mom hadn't yet killed my dad with COVID (she claims she got it at a "mandatory unmasked Christmas work potluck" in December 2020. She retired 2 months later, so it can't have been that mandatory. She knew he was immunocompetent and also didn't take him to the hospital as soon as his oxygen dipped below 90%.)
Bloom did it 15ish years ago. They even had an electronic kiosk where you could look up your item. (I'm not sure if Bloom the grocery store still exists.)
I've seen other places have a rotating list on the cart handle, which listed where common items would be.
Ooh, new relationship energy can be intoxicating. Then once it wears off the other person loses their gloss and you realize they don't like dogs and chew too loudly.
I understand rifles: shooting things is fun, deer are plentiful pests made of meat you can eat, and sometimes you need to git varmints out of your crops. I don't own a gun, but I get why someone in the country might own a rifle. I've had enough hunter safety and basic rifle training in summer camp that they're not foreign or scary.
Handguns make me nervous. They're only meant to hurt people. I didn't trust anyone with a handgun. The shooting at my high school (for clarity: after I graduated) took place with as handgun.
I'm glad I now live in a state with stricter gun laws.
And, TBF, we also had plenty of bomb threats phoned in from payphones, at least once a year in high school. It's not always guns.
I feed and drug the dog, which reminds me to take my antidepressants and another pill which I have to take with food, and so I eat breakfast. I meme with my friends online. I compartmentalize the fuck out of life. I go to therapy. I give myself treats. I wrap the dog's pills in a hip-and-joint soft treat so he'll take them without me shoving them down his throat. I remind myself that I almost-own a condo, so I'm doing better that a lot of millennials.
Yeah, I'm from Kentucky (a state touching Indiana). My understanding is that, in Kentucky, a highway is a numbered road maintained by the state. Local roads get names and are maintained by the city or county.
Highways where I grew up were straight and had a 55mph speed limit. Side/local roads would intersect the highway. The side road would have a stop sign but the highway would not. Street lights were rare, and only in areas that were a bit more built up.
Edit: and the biking school commute Google suggested for me takes me down 2 highways.
I just looked it up. It would have been a 10-mile (16 kilometer) ride for me, starting at 7 am each morning. I just checked the route in Google maps and there is still no shoulder, street lights, or sidewalk for any of it.
Mind, students weren't allowed to have backpacks on account of school shooting fears. So, carrying supplies home would also have been an issue.
Edit: I checked the state highway records. Every single road I'd have to bike down has a 55mph speed limit.
Or, if you have an inkling that you won't split everything evenly, at least talk to the kids about it. My mom has 2 kids. She's told me she's giving a greater proportion to my brother and I'm ok with that.
My brother is a drug addicted felon and has always needed/gotten more support than I have needed/gotten.
I'm distant from my mom by choice (we didn't have a healthy relationship) and I'm a functioning adult with a lovely partner, a stable job, and a competent therapist.
Mom's told me she's putting things into a trust for benefit of my brother, but I don't know that she's done that and it's not my problem.
Anyways, I guess the takeaway is it's ok for your kids to think dividing the inheritance unevenly means you love them unevenly if they're not wrong.
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Have some brain bleach: a hamster dance clone.