Yo, sorry. Your number is one digit off from mine. I might’ve mistyped.
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
Yo, sorry. Your number is one digit off from mine. I might’ve mistyped.
Sorry, I couldn’t read your comment because my Mom was using the phone.
Ah, sorry, I thought you were responding to me directly at first. I’m as old as the internet. I’m just a little slow at times.
Not sure what this bot is on about, but it’s repeating my sentiment word-for-word but in bold, which is kinda scary. Would recommend downvoting.
You’re welcome! I’m sorry for sharing. A lot of people left that place far worse off than me, and it was a tragic introduction to inequity for me. I’m here because I’m horrified. Most people should be. I’ll give you more details in a DM if you have any questions.
Guy in the Lab in his 60’s - still great at his job - canned because his wife had late stage cancer and needed a lot of treatment. Those in the Lab knew that he smoked weed (the entire Production department also smoked). They tested him and no one else. Bro had an art to conducting a Farinograph that will be lost to time. His wife passed less than a year later.
The same company (very illegally) fired everyone trying to unionize a few decades ago, so it tracks out. They just didn’t know how to form a collective and make a Class Action.
I’ve met ones responsible for introducing new company policies targeting specific individuals because their medical treatment was getting too expensive. I would almost rather deal with full-time landlords.
Just evolved enough to stop Humpty Dumpty syndrome.
Evolution is a fickle mistress. Time does not always garner intelligence. Or as pigeon would say, “coo”.
Someone knows the Master’s thesis trick.
I feel like if I could remove my connotations from the word, Cicada itself would be an awesome name.
“they make something beautiful instead of death” Agreed, but your neighbor’s kid’s fingers might not agree after that M-80
Though Shasta is nice this time of year.
Every day we lose a little more of our humanity.
Sometimes big life decisions come easy. Sometimes small life decisions come hard (no double entendre intended). As long as they’re both on the same page when it comes to commitment, hopefully the concerns you mentioned don’t apply to them and we can feel happy about it as a third-party spectator.
Then where do I come from? I hope you’re misinterpreting my sentiment, because I feel like we’re on the same page.
It might feel pretty dire, but all of this information is critical to understanding and empathizing with the people you might meet in your own society. You can opt out of forums (and should if it’s causing you distress). I wouldn’t suffer a buffer from the negative information if it meant a lack of information in general.
Who doesn’t want to leave a sparkly, effervescent corpse after dying of asphyxiation and painful organ failure due to excessive carbonic acid buildup?
I’ll have the brain bullet, thanks.
I literally have uses for this, though. It’s worth the space it will take up.