@ValerieSonh@hannu_ikonen Convenient that most official government policies on COVID convinced a large percentage of the population that “the weak” among us don’t deserve any protection from sickness or death whatsoever. 🙃
people who pop on social media to act super cavalier about nuclear waste always give me pause. the track record speaks for itself — we don’t live in a hypothetical society, we live in a world that can’t even produce frying pans without killing bystanders, natural disasters are not predictable, and advanced civ is itself in jeopardy.
fine to debate the finer points and possibilities of nuclear but the weird guy condescending attitude that its dumb or wrong to be cautious has got to go
@seachanger I feel like there must be a safe way to eject the material from the planet altogether... but it’d need to be packed in a container that would withstand any possible variation of “the rocket exploded before the capsule left the atmosphere” that could possibly imaginably happen. :blobcatthink:
@fraying I can only assume a billionaire real estate mogul’s utopian dreams include a fucking lot of homeless poor people. Can we just banish him from the internet instead?
Biden "debating" Trump is a mistake; I understand the optics of not doing so, but no matter who is hosting the debates, history has demonstrated they simply won't have the courage to apply the rules stated at the outset.
No time limits, no mic silencing, no control.
A circus.
@CogitoErgoWtf He must be hoping he can get some good zingers in that will woo the young folks who aren’t buying the “I’m the only man standing between you and total societal collapse” angle.
Ooc: I'm 36. Almost all my meatspace friends and family live in different time zones, are going through a lot, or both. My job is demanding and isolating. My kids take up almost all of my free time. I cannot remember the last time I was physically intimate or even share a bed with my wife. I haven't played music with anyone else in an eternity. All I do is eat, sleep, work, and Lrrr. It's not enough.
Last weekend, one of my wife's friends told me that I deserve to have better shoes and clothes. I don't know about "deserve," but my mostly disintegrated jeans and Obama-era sneakers are clearly not the attire of a person who loves himself. I wish I could hide behind some sort of fanatical savings program (which is kinda the case) or terrible addiction to illegal gambling (which is not the case) for why I look like a raccoon that got turned into a real boy, but it's almost all inertia. I don't want to discover that my inseam is an inch or two bigger than it used to be, and I don't want to pick the wrong shoes. I also don't know when I'd find two hours to shop for new pants, so my plan is to wear my only pair of work slacks or some gym shorts until one of them is destroyed and new pants are an unavoidable emergency. This is stupid: I should just find a way to buy pants. But this is how I've been thinking.
I guess I feel hopeless in that I don't think things will get better, but I don't feel the despair that hopelessness usually entails. Resignation, numbness, emptiness. This isn't a fun way to live, but it's not that bad. It's pure gray in all directions forever.
Lately, I've been daydreaming about a retirement that I might not live to see. I am saving everything I can so that work might be optional one day. I know that I will never inherit money like my clients' kids, which could fill me with resentment but usually just fills me with dead. Everything feels like work. It's all work forever. So I'm looking at Zillow for coastal cities where I might never be able to live, imagining what life could be.
And even if I can stop workinvg in 20-25 years, my wife does not want the sort of retirement that I do. I might be snowbirding alone or taking up space in a house I have never liked, trying not to make too much noise (I'm not trying to make my wife sound bad, it's just that one of my favorite pants is music and one of hers is reading, and the reading prevails over "i want to do this thing i can do quietly but LOUD!"). I am so alone right now, and spending time alone elsewhere sounds like it would be somehow even worse.
Sorry. I don't have anyone to talk to about this. I recognize that even thinking about retiring early is ludicrously privileged. I realize that i am mostly supposed to discuss this kind of thing with professionals. Please ignore or mute or block me if it's not to your taste. I just... I want to not be a vacant-eyed drone.
@LRRRonEarth I’m never going to retire, so try to remind yourself that it’s fantastic to have that realistically ahead of you… but you know that, you’re just stuck in the right now, and that’s understandable. Shit will change, probably for the better!
I would love to read an OOC in the near future that you’d found a group of musicians to jam with once a week, or every two weeks, or even once a month. Something regular to look forward to, whether it’s at your house or someone else’s.
@LRRRonEarth (Surely you could negotiate one evening a week to make noise in your own home? It’s not fair for one person’s preferred activity to ALWAYS take precedence over the other’s, imo.)
@kinsale42@LRRRonEarth Oh probably. I was just trying to think of a citrus flavor that might work, and I thought of those chocolate oranges that appear out of nowhere around the holidays.
Imagine adding a shot each of Godiva liqueur & Cointreau to a strong latte? I bet it would be delightful. :blobcatcoffee: