Ka-ha-ren!

GET 👏 EVENING 👏 HOBBIES 👏

Something that challenges you every day, where you can learn things and develop yourself.

Time goes a lot slower when you’re watching yourself progress

Day went well. Learned more about boilers than I wanted to, but humming along nice

Typical conservative mindset:
“I deserve more than others”
“Why?”
*lists: work ethic, morality, taxes*
(realises these are not unique to them)
*lists: community, language, culture*
(realises these are not unique to them)
*birthright! divine grace! chosen one!*
“There it is!”

I will never not read that as an Evanescence lyric

“Call the dark, and save me
from my name.”

It’s a haiku relating to the famous court case between Mr S Nakes and Mr N Ot, as represented by his lawyer Oscar Zamebdis (common misspelling) who liberated Mr Nakes from participating in a reading test due to his sunburn.

The watermark of circles in the background reference how much he won in the settlement

The second floor lines up weirdly – I think the fireplace lines up with the upstairs sitting room, though that defintely does not excuse the mezzanine just floating there close to the flames

yeah! Like I just got a severe anal probing aboard a UFO, was terrified and subdued the entire time, but then afterwards they put me back into bed, and I feel a great sense of physical wellness.

I’d tell others about it, and they’d pshaw me and say either UFO’s dont exist, or if they do exist, they don’t care about us

I feel like websites tried to do the same with seperating CSS from the DOM, but then the web said, actually how about we invent webasm anyway…

Linux, never changes.

For the framing of the shot, the fireplace being center of the image makes sense, but if you move the scene around, that fireplace is tucked weirdly towards one corner, and Morticia’s sofa is weirdly aligned to it.

I guess part of the macabre charm?

The Wes Anderson floorplan suggests that this is the main fireplace (or the guest fireplace), but the angles are all wrong there, so clearly they adapted it differently.

Can you just imagine how strange the concept of animal hospitals are for them?

O: “I was… I got caught in some kind of thick resin. It really messed up my feathers, I thought I’d never fly again.”
G: “So what happened?”
O: “I… I don’t know. I thought it was humans who put the resin - certain of it, even - when they threw a bag over me and took me somewhere. They held me down. I screamed, but nothing I could do against their strength.”
G: “You were a gonner…”
O: “I was a gonner… until they cleaned the resin off my wing. Put me in a loud tube. Then they fed me. Watched me fly around the compound. And then…”
G: “They just, let you go?”
O: “Yeah. Out there, somewhere, is a place that we can go to get fixed. By humans.”
G: “They’re not all bad I guess”

Roasting a marshmallow is a lot like making love to a beautiful woman:

• First you pry her away from her friends and cup her in the palm of your hand.
• Then, after a quick taster, you gently guide your stick into her making sure she doesn’t fall apart from the spasms.
• After that you don’t rest until the heat of the action makes her start to melt inside, at which point you yank your stick away lest she accuse you of ignoring her blistering warnings

My exercise game only hit overdrive once I embraced my own toxicity: self-hatred, competition, narcissism.

Over exercise (> 2000 kcal), under-eat (< 1000 kcal), 6-7 days a week for several years. It was an effort to even smile by the end of it.

I crashed out at one point and decided to exercise only out of love. I hate running, despite how good I was at it, but I did love cycling, and so I just cycled and found a nice balance, but never fully hit those performance peaks that I did when self-hatred was the motivator.

You watch star wars and laugh at how childish Anakin is when he embraces the dark side, but I genuinely got it; it’s an incredible intoxicating motivator to think you deserve the pain and to then inflict it back on your body double-fold. If your hands and feet aren’t bleeding, then you’re not doing it right.

'Course, getting a remote job changed all that and now I’m an indoor cat with too many tech hobbies and zero sport ones. It’s amazing who you are in your 20s compared to who you are in your 30s. Literal night and day

but also they actually don’t – especially for an internal system. How many of your colleagues are going to say “I couldn’t work over the weekend because the XYZ wasn’t up!”

Only the real sickos, and they should be ignored not celebrated.

Client-facing system, yeah I guess it’s bad, but then I question what the customers are doing on their weekends

“I’m sorry you feel that way” is probably the best response, before you blackout from the ensuing choking

“We need the system up over weekend!”

“No you dont.”

!

*Metal Gear Theme intesifies*

hold your olives

I was thinking the same. I wonder if anyone could actually portray it properly