I bought an emulation handheld so I’m revisiting my past.
Played Codenames with friends at the bar yesterday. It’s a fun and frustrating came of word association.
Going to try to get the handheld set up on the TV for “level or life” shenanigans later in the week. If not, there’s an agility game where you stack little plastic chairs that is more fun than it has any right to be after a few.
I got the 35xx set up too. That and a Steam Deck seems to be the dream for full emulation + indie, which is all I play anymore. But, it’s £X00 away which could be better spent.
I asked that question yesterday, but my post got deleted, because it had a photo of a hairy butt as illustration, sorry I didnt read the rules about NSFW Images, so here once again:...
DON’T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR! Before shaving your ass hair, READ THIS
STOP! Before you do, read this. You may change your mind.
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all though tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling.
Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with somepaper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can’t-Be-Flushed threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. “Hey, this is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don’t I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!” I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. “How many Indians could there be?” said by General Custer. “Looks like a good day for a drive!” by JFK. “There! America On-line now has complete Usenet access!” by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn babe. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know. I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poop -molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky poop/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks.
As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own poop blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: “It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks.” Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks.
Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil. As if that wasn’t enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad.
Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn’t just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
That sucks, I hope this isn’t a statement about the “Mini-Pc” market in general. I’ve been thinking about getting one as a “Steam machine/ emulation station” for a long time but the stars never really lined up.
I’ve got a full sized PC in the front room getting long in the tooth and looking ridiculous that could easily be replaced. But while the 970 still plays Dave the Diver, well there’s other shit money can be spent on.
Wasn’t meant as a reply, pressed the wrong thing, my bad
If you’re a man and you do X, then X is a thing real men do.
Comparing what you do, as a man, to what other men do to check if “you’re a real man” is an inherently insecure thing to do.
These kinds of lists seek to destroy men’s self esteem. “You don’t do Y? Then you’re not a real man” is not helping anyone. It is a good way of finding men with low self esteem, or creating men with low self esteem so you can sell them things though.
You see what these lists do to people? They destroy your self esteem to the point that you double reply to strangers on the internet that don’t give you the attention you crave.
To Wigglehard: Please stop, you’re embarrassing yourself.
I said what needed saying, you told me to go my way and let you go yours. I was happy to leave it there, thanks for proving my point though.
Post nut clarity makes you want to talk I guess, here’s the comment you ignored. Thankfully, you demonstrated my point about these lists and their readers’ self esteem:
Except these lists don’t uplift men.
If you’re a man and you do X, then X is a thing real men do.
Comparing what you do, as a man, to what other men do to check if “you’re a real man” is an inherently insecure thing to do.
These kinds of lists seek to destroy men’s self esteem. “You don’t do Y? Then you’re not a real man” is not helping anyone. It is a good way of finding men with low self esteem, or creating men with low self esteem so you can sell them things though.
Obviously, some men’s self esteem is through the floor. Articles like this one are actively making it worse and profiting on the misery.
Are men not living up to certain standards
You see that’s part of the problem. You think there’s some “man standard” you have to live up to, there isn’t, if you want to paint your nails that doesn’t make you any less a man. Here’s the man standard, the actual man standard:
If you’re a man and you do X, then men do X.
That’s it. Men who aren’t insecure about their masculinity don’t give a shit what an article says, they’re going to do what they want anyways, be like them.
After that, the problems become bigger than the stated scope of this community.
I've been binging "Bloodywood"s debut album. A colleague went to the Download festival and recommended them to me.
If a fusion of heavy metal and Indian folk is something you might be into give then a go. Honestly, heavy metal flute solos was a hole in my soul I never knew I had.
Sadly, I think the band is ten years too late, I could see their nonesense doing well on old YouTube over anime clips.
Pretty shocked to see this with how ubiquitous they've seemed these last few years. Of all the recent kitchen gadgets this is one of the few that felt genuinely useful to me.
That's a shame. Their pressure cooker and air frier are pretty good £/performance. I'm usually using one or the other to make a main/side. I even ferment doughs and yogurts in the IP.
I've not found a glass jug comparable to the .5L Pyrex measuring jug. Maybe its a psychological thing, but I'm happy to abuse pyrex in a way I won't other glass products. The shallow-wide 1L jugs seem to have pouring issues no matter who makes them.
In the twilight years I mostly just used Reddit as an information aggregate.
I'm primarily wanting a place where I can read information for both niche and general topics, as well as read the dissent to that information in the same space.
Maybe I become more engaged in the community. But going from:
Private forums > old reddit > new reddit
Each step felt like I knew and was known by fewer people. All while knowing less about the people I did recognise. I spent a lot of time in "off topic" sections of the private forums, commented and generated a fair amount on old Reddit, and mostly lurked on new Reddit.
I think the whole situation has me cynical about the idea of "internet community", and maybe that's something I need to work on.
I have been a lurker of the various Sanderson-themed subreddits. Unfortunately for me and my fellow introverts, there isn't much here to lurk at (yet!). I thought maybe we could get things started by discussing how we all got into the Cosmere. I'll go first!...
Literally on a whim. I had a spare Audible credit. Brandon Sanderson is a name I saw a lot but had never read. Warbreaker was in my recommendations. Checked to make sure it was a stand alone novel. Bought it, Amazon proceeds to take lots more of my money, it was a good sell on their part.
What are you playing Wednesday
Don’t use the hump word or it’s an instaban! Just kidding, I’m no mod, I’m just some guy, you know....
How to shave a hairy ass?
I asked that question yesterday, but my post got deleted, because it had a photo of a hairy butt as illustration, sorry I didnt read the rules about NSFW Images, so here once again:...
Intel is quitting on its adorable, powerful, and upgradable mini NUC computers (www.theverge.com)
Damn, this is a sad day for the homelab....
Online Safety Bill: Algorithms that lead boys to Andrew Tate content targeted (www.bbc.co.uk)
I really don't rule at the end of the day (dormi.zone)
19 Things A Real Man Does When He Is In A Real Relationship (medium.com)
TV Tuesday with added Tunes
TV: what have you been watching? Binged a great series that we should all see? Been to see anything at the pictures?...
Instant Pot maker seeks bankruptcy protection - NPR (www.npr.org)
Pretty shocked to see this with how ubiquitous they've seemed these last few years. Of all the recent kitchen gadgets this is one of the few that felt genuinely useful to me.
Instant Brands - maker of the Instant Pot - files for bankruptcy (www.cbsnews.com)
What value did you get from Reddit that you hope to realize or expand upon here?
For me, it's a few things....
How did you discover the Cosmere?
I have been a lurker of the various Sanderson-themed subreddits. Unfortunately for me and my fellow introverts, there isn't much here to lurk at (yet!). I thought maybe we could get things started by discussing how we all got into the Cosmere. I'll go first!...