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An invincible wolf man, who is like a wolf in every regard save for the fact that he can fly.

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Cake day: June 12th, 2023

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  • Having taken the bus to work for two years now, I have to say… The complete and utter lack of responsibility has been liberating. Like, sure… There’s still some stigma there where I feel kind of poor or something standing in my uniform at the bus stop while cars whiz past me, but I only spend $70 CAD /mo on my commute, and it I want, I can travel anywhere in the city using that same pass. That’s pretty reasonable.

    Plus, as someone actively engaged in nature-based spirituality, it feels kind of nice knowing that I’m traveling a bit more responsibly than I would have with our vehicle.




  • Stalinwolf@lemmy.catome_irl@lemmy.worldme_irl
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    I feel this. I did really poorly in school (ADHD), didn’t go to college, and my last IQ test yielded only marginally above average results (and for all I know I just guessed lucky or am good at pattern recognition). But despite feeling like I’m still a naive and immature idiot with no idea what he’s doing, the more my wife and I associate with the parents of other kids in my daughter’s class, the more we realize we’re quite possibly the only fucking adults in the room.




  • Stalinwolf@lemmy.catoMicroblog Memes@lemmy.worldIt was the wild west
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    2 months ago

    I used to frequent IRC servers as a child (~age 10-13) and won a contest once that earned me voice (+) status for a week after sniffing out the most pedophiles in a dedicated kids channel. Was easy enough to do by running a /whois (or whatever the command was) on participants to see if they were also in channels like #dadsforboys and reporting them to channel operators (who were probably jerking off to us also).

    The fact that this was all perfectly normal to me by that point, and that I was so wholly unfazed by these types that I would sometimes fuck with them, is kind of alarming. I guess I’ll just carry that awareness going forward with my own children and keep them off of IRC/Roblox/whatever else might expose them to the vast world of internet cum creeps.

    It’s worth mentioning that I had a number of IRC girlfriends back then as well, and I suspect at least two of them were adult men pretending to be adolescents. I remember one “girl” in particular was from San Antonio and insisted her 12-year-old ex-boyfriend from Canada (who her dad called “Moose”) had already flown down to stay with them once. I guess I was next (not that my mom would have allowed that). However, I didn’t realize at the time that she/he was Hispanic, and eventually sent them the comedic “Mexican Americans” song by Cheech Marin in glorious .wav format, to which the recipient became deeply offended and stopped speaking to me entirely.

    Might have just saved my life.

    https://youtu.be/LLqqZmNFa_A





  • My wife is always shocked to learn that despite communicating with him somewhat regularly, I have absolutely no details regarding any of my brother’s upcoming plans or life events. Yes, I know he’s engaged. I think I was one of the first to hear about it… No, I don’t know when he plans to get married, or where… I don’t know if he’s going to South America again this year. I don’t know any of this. It didn’t come up. He will probably tell me if/when he does. I’m not really worried about it.

    What do we talk about? Memes, mostly… Most recently I’ve been sending him these fake Rastafarian AI doctor videos on Instagram with hilarious visual demonstrations of poop flying out of butts like a whirlwind while a passionate man talks about selling you his herbal cleanse. Now I’ve discovered the female version that is all about vaginal disbiosis and what to do “when ya poosee smell like a rotten fish mahhket” (you buy her secret Rasta herbal cleanse, that’s what you do…)

    But no, I don’t know if he’s coming for Christmas.




  • Now watch me TikTok it further by pasting half of my blurred, blotchy head in the image so that I can point repeatedly in the general direction of the video I want you to see. Maybe even point at my ear once or twice to say, “Lishhun too, bruh…”

    I hate that platform so much. I swear most people are operating on half-spent watch batteries nowadays and have just come to accept this crap as passable content.


  • I remember being mortified whenever mom would take me pants shopping and would tell the hot ass associate that we were looking for the husky section. Like, obviously the woman that was way too old for me could clearly tell that I needed that section, but something about mom saying just really drove the nail into my guts.

    You can’t just tell Wendy Peffercorn that your boy needs husky pants…


  • This is solid advice. New owners recently banned earbuds at work, which really sucks, but something curious happened as a result. I stopped listening to political shit on YouTube five days per week and I’ve never felt more calm. Now when I occasionally do pop in to Kyle Kulinski or something I see the world is still on fucking fire, but I got five good days of peace and my attention to the matter made no difference to anyone else.