“Time flies, time crawls You’re a prisoner trapped between its claws Life sucks, sometimes You gotta learn to live between the lines”

Pretty much as written. Time marches forward no matter how I feel about it. My best friend died, people still sat in traffic on the way to work. My wife said she wanted a divorce, the mailman still brought me bills. I made the best chilli I’ve ever tasted and my neighbors cat disappeared. You gotta learn to just accept that life is fleeting and carve out your own space. Find your own joy. Bring your own good time. Because life doesn’t owe you anything and moaning about it won’t make things better.

Bullshit. I’m at lunch thankyouverymuch, and I have been for 12 minutes. It’s a good thing I didn’t see this when I was browsing lemmy 20 minutes ago.

That’s just patina. We usually charge more for that.

Necromechanicy?

Curse you, you Syrup flavored bastid.

And how else would you suggest we pay tribute to Anoia?

Bluetooth that works. The ability to email large files. Low cost broadband. The right to repair. Not lose the ownership of digital media.

It’s probably because most of the people that believe these things are impossible can’t even chew with their mouths closed.

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLRcB4n4CGcy_r21EedmNUOyVP_puToBfr&si=nr8Oxqyw_s1d3Z6T

I tried really hard to do this book but it beat me. It’s a dnf on my list this year. The radio play is pretty good too.

We watched Pontypool when we read Snow Crash. There’s a scene where Snow Crash is placed really obviously if your looking fot it and the themes mesh really nicely.

Alien is my favorite horror movie by far. I really dig Hellraiser too. I watched Pontypool recently and was surprised how good it was. And The Shining is fab.

And for a couple of hours, they smelled nice.

I’m not sure but we have a Next Door. I quit that after a couple of weeks because it was just a bunch of people bitching about homeless people being around but not wanting to help or understanding they’re still neighbors.

My folks were hippies. Did the woodstock thing and all. I grew up around them smoking pot at parties and stuff. When Nancy Reagan told us all it was bad my parents told me she was full of shit, that smoking dope sometimes was as ok as drinking a few beers and that when I moved out of the house I was free to do what I wanted.

As for swx, pretty much the same thing. Wrap your willie, wait till you’re abdcadult, and don’t do it here.

I’m as honest with my kids about drugs now.

There’s a whole other 50% in the buildings that didn’t.

I’ve never gone through this exactly but have had stints of prolonged pain. I really hate painkillers. I try to meditate. I try to remove my self from the pain and see it externally. Not make it disappear, just see it as separate from myself. And I try to focus on the temporary nature of it. It will pass. In time, I won’t even remember how intense it was. The memory will be there, but not the detail.

Nope. East coast.

Same car! I covered her with stickers and vinyls. Her name is Lydia the Tattooed Subie.