Thing is, the whole threatening the victim has always been a part of the phrase. Don’t tattle, don’t snitch, it’s part of the built in bullshit of school, and even teachers and staff sometimes buy into it, indirectly penalizing students that report abuse from other students. Even more common is nothing at all being done to prevent retaliation, so the cycle of it continues.

This is a joke, obviously. They’re turning the idea around, it’s just that the fact there’s an idea to turn around in the first place is so horrible that the joke kinda falls flat unless you have a dark sense of humor.

Had a typo in there. It’s eschew

I saw the more morbid version of this yesterday.

Cat got run over, vultures were in my yard playing tug of war with the remains.

Nature is one unforgiving motherfucker

Word. I’m not much of a fan of his music, other than a few songs, but the dude is just so damn nice. Like, he could do the usual fame thing where he hedges and plays aloof, but the guy is always positive and kind to people any time he’s in public. Like, if he’s faking being a decent dude, he’s doing so good at it that it amounts to the same thing.

Even when he’s talking about his struggles, or other darker subjects, he’s talking with compassion for others, trying to give people a hand up with his words. I respect the hell out of that.

Pretty simple. My nuts are giant, hang low, and have their own sentience. They’re also easily entertained by interfering with anything they can.

Right now, they’re the ones typing this, two letters at a time ahahahahahahahahah! Testicle power!

Every damn time I scratch my knee, the nuts get in the way. It’s horrible.

Did you recognize that you’re making it all about yourself?

Truth?

By the time someone got diagnosed with it, I would already be sick of the behavior, amd they wouldn’t be a part of my life. I’ve had to do it before

That being said, if the people in your life haven’t noticed it enough to be sick of you, telling them your diagnosis is pointless. Work on yourself via therapy, and it’s all good.

It’s also not something you need to mention in job interviews since there’s no accommodations needed.

But that half-joke I started with? It’s only half a joke. If you go around telling everyone, you’re kinda doing it. Your diagnosis is something you work on in therapy and would only bring up if needed. It isn’t something that’s useful to anyone else. Now, if you’ve been having trouble in your social interactions, and a specific person is having difficulty dealing with you, saying that you’re aware of a problem and are working on it is a useful thing to them and you.

In other words it isn’t something to be ashamed of and hide, it just isn’t something to broadcast without a reason.

No worries, happens to simply everyone eventually :)

And, again, since you had nothing to contribute, maybe scrolling past would have been better than being a dick about it.

Just saying, it’s an option. The post didn’t do anything to inconvenience you any more than any other random post. OP didn’t name you in specific to give a response, no matter what it might be.

That’s what it comes down to.

It’s Wheaton’s law. Don’t be a dick.

So, apply it. Be better. We can all use improvement in how we treat people, right? I mean, you’re making some kind of reaction to being told your words were dickish. Anyone would. So, don’t double down. Don’t make excuses. Just use it in the future.

That’s horseshit. Google has gone downhill, for one thing.

For another, the vomit of inaccurate and/or outright wrong “ai” generated drek has taken over every search provider.

For another, there’s a lot of benefit in asking other people that have followed a guide about their experiences in using them

And, for the last, it’s just a dick move. Don’t want to give a real answer, scroll on, scroll on.

You don’t. You care about what you care about.

What you can do is a combination of stone face and meditation.

Stone face is never giving a reaction of any kind. They shoot off their mouth, you just look away, walk away, or stare blankly at them. Should they question it, you just state you’re going back to work (if leaving their presence), or “nothing” with nothing else added.

The meditation part is so that you don’t crack. You learn to control your breathing, which gives you the later ability to both exist in the now without dwelling on the events of the now, with the side benefit of being able to tune useless signals out.

Both take practice. And they kinda depend on each other. You do stone face without meditation, you end up just eating yourself up inside from the stress. You do meditation without stone face, you end up looking calm and happy, which encourages the behavior.

Now, it’s important to remember to do it when a person is voicing their silliness that you agree with, too. See, if you only go blank with one area of politics, or only that person’s religious vomit, you end up causing problems for yourself. So hold everyone to the same standard that politics and religion are just utterly useless to bring up around you.

Are there cases where someone is going to push? Sure. You fall back to stating that you’re hearing them out, but you have work to do. This does come with the consequence that you’re going to have to also stay distant with other conversation and stay on task at work, at least verbally. That can be a loss if the workplace is otherwise relaxed and less “work now scumdog slave!”, but it usually ends up being worth that.

Yeah, ikr? My wife won’t even bang me, and I’m fairly sure it’s part of a global conspiracy to make my balls explode

Moon+

Best ebook app out there. Stable, smooth scrolling, damn near infinite visual arrangements, broad range of settings in general, option for either folder of bookshelf based browsing (matters a lot if you don’t have all your files’ tags perfectly arranged), works well on any kind of screen, and even old devices don’t lag with it under most circumstances.

Ummmmm, we have a perfect example in the news right now

Librera.

It’s the second best e-book reader across the board, and the best open source one

glad to :)

Storage, temperature control, and airflow.

The storage part is the big one, imo. You keep animals in a barn, you don’t want to fuck around going to another building for their food, cleaning supplies, etc. It’s also more efficient land space wise. Building one or two levels up uses less land, which can then hold pastures, a different barn, whatever.

But it really depends on the type of barn. There’s multiple types that gained popularity in the states over time. The oldest styles were English, with simple construction, lots of space for animals, with the storage above, but with usually only two levels. Here in the Appalachians, you see a lot of crib barns, which tend to be shorter on average, and are more for grain storage than animals. There’s tobacco barns all over the south that are one or two stories, but the stories are shorter than the ones meant to hold animals and hay.

There’s a kind of barn that’s specifically built on hills so they have a basement/cellar.

The kind of barns for different types of livestock vary from the ones solely for crop storage as well as each other.

But the reality tall ones are almost always animal barns because you need the height more. You can store grain or whatever on a single level, and just add a little extra height for whatever airflow you need without having an entire extra story.

But when you’ve got livestock, especially cattle, the storage in the same building becomes mandatory, as does having a lot of extra height for good airflow. You get manure with livestock, and if you don’t have good air moving around you end up with sick animals, no matter how well you clean up. There’s modern methods that can sorta bypass the manure issues, but they have their own problems.

Even smaller animals like chickens, where you won’t necessarily have a second story in full, you’ll have a higher roof just for air to move. That’s also why the old style longhouse barns work so well. You get a long building with doors at each end, high peaked roofs, with hay storage above. The air moves freely, which cuts down spoilage of fodder, eliminates mildew from built up moisture, keeps the animals healthy (it even reduces disease spread in some cases), and you get the ability to drop hay down instead of having to haul it around.

A three story barn isn’t common afaik. It’s usually two stories, with a high peaked roof. It ends up being three stories high, but there’s only two levels. Some do have an attic built into them, but it’s pretty rare since it reduces the benefits. But even that depends on where you are and the type of farm you’re on.

It was then too :)

Knew several, dated one. The one guy was a bit of a douche, but the one girl was cool. Both of those were from Germany, different parts.

There was a girl from Milan that was awesome. Just one of those people that’s able to make anything fun.

Those, however, were in a higher grade than I was at the time, so there wasn’t as much interaction.

In my junior year, there was a girl from Madrid in my grade. She and a girl I had dated that was from Mexico City were both in the same Spanish class I was taking. Kind of a chance for them to work on more conversational English, and for us americans to have native speakers to talk to. What it ended up being was two kids that spoke Spanish so fast and so well, with slang and accents that the teacher couldn’t keep up with that it was a comedy. The girl I had dated wasn’t an exchange student, she had immigrated with her parents, and was a citizen by that point. And they didn’t always get along, what with the cultural divide and differing personalities, but the teacher was such a twatwaffle that they had more fun screwing with her than arguing lol. But the Spanish girl was really nice. Went out of her way to help other students, and put up with my bad spanish that was part the Castilian that we learned in class, part the stuff the girl I had dated taught me, and all done with a southern accent.

There was also a guy from France that year, but I never had any real interaction with him. Seemed decent from what I heard about him, and he was certainly friendly.

But then, there’s Junko. We shared an art class. She was Japanese. She was also a bit of a metalhead, and an amazing artist. She blew away everyone, including the teacher, on any project we did. Just astounding skill, and wildly creative with it. She ended up sitting between me and a friend of mine just randomly at the start of the year, and a few days later when we both had on band shirts, started gushing about Iron Maiden. She brought in her painting of Eddie, a slightly modified version of the somewhere in time album cover.

So, it was on. The three of us would sit there working on whatever, talking about music.

Which led into me and her working on a project together. A sculpture of Eddie lol but it was fun, and it was a long project we were expected to work on outside of school.

We liked each other a lot. After the project, it just turned into us hanging out pretty much any time her host family was okay with it. At some point, a few months in, we’re sitting in class joking about my dad greeting her in bad Japanese every time she comes over (he was stationed on Okinawa during his army stint) when someone asked if we were dating. I was not aware that we were, but Junko just piped up with a yes and kissed my cheek.

Apparently, she like, like liked me. I did her as well but at the time I was about as clueless as it gets. I can’t say it was love, but she did make my heart do funny things when she’d laugh, which was often.

So, the rest of the year, we dated a bit more intentionally. The closer it got to the end of the year, though, we knew it was going to end, and we also knew it wasn’t something that was long term enough to make any kind of plans. So that was pretty much it. By the time she went home, it was essentially just friendship with occasional kissing. But there was a deeper affection, we just didn’t pursue it. She wasn’t moving here, I wasn’t moving there, so no point in letting things get too involved, you know?

We did exchange letters for a few years, though that petered out until email became a thing got each other’s addresses and kept in touch that way off and on. She had called my dad to find me. It’s been a few years since we last communicated though.

Listen, a wolf is gonna did what a wolf is gotta do, you know what I mean?