It’s astounding, time is fleeting

Chemicals in food = ✋ 🤚

Pathogens in food = 👉 👉

Seeing this picture just made me more grateful for the job I have. Things might suck sometimes, but at least I’m not hunched over a table using tweezers to hand-thread watch studs.

More power to those who can do it, there’s probably a calm satisfaction to be gained. But man, it looks tedious.

Oh hey fellow night owl. I woke up around 2:30am this time, a half hour later than usual. I must be getting better.

I am genuinely impressed by my local library’s collection of DVDs. Rows upon rows upon rows. I just went the other day and was overwhelmed, in a good way.

I still sail the high seas for things I can’t find elsewhere, but boy is it nice to pop a free DVD into my Playstation without the hassle of transferring files.

The page keeps returning an error for me. In case the site is glitching out for anyone else - archive link

As to the topic, I’ve never been to an Alamo Drafthouse (they don’t exist in my area), but wow, it sounds like they’re shooting themselves in the foot.

There was a news story some years back about a little girl who was killed when her father did this. She was playing in a pile of leaves and her dad was unaware of that. He drove through the pile of leaves and … yeah, that was that. :(

Trying to find the original news story, I’m finding multiple instances of this sort of thing happening. Which is even more heartbreaking.

Apparently his dad “took” his groupies for him because he was too young. He’d also be in the dressing room while his older brothers had sex. His childhood was truly robbed from him.

You’ll be 35 before you know it. At a certain point in adulthood, years start to fly by so fast.

I interpreted it the same way. The “body language” of the one in the back, leaning backwards and to the side, combined with the text context, makes me think they’re trying to subtly signal to the parent, “Say no, say no, say no.” It’s easy to imagine them shaking their head side-to-side, while out of view of the asker.

But that’s the funny thing about art - it can be interpreted in different ways. I don’t see someone eagerly awaiting a “yes,” but maybe some people do?

Four kids, one computer. The internet was America Online and had parental locks that disabled it after 10pm or so.

My siblings and I had to schedule when we’d get to use the internet.

Funny thing, MSN Messenger didn’t obey AOL’s timers. For a while I was able to stay online late chatting with friends, even after AOL cut me off. It worked until my mom got up to pee at midnight one night and caught me. She asked who I could possibly be talking to so late, and I had to remind her that the internet is global and it was noon for Australians.

One of the few bright spots in this whole mess is seeing this meme evolve into weirder and weirder images every day. I hate everything about the current political climate, but at least I know I’ll see a new version of this every time I open the comments on here. And that makes me smile.

I’m glad you managed to get out of that mess. I’ve had three bouts of homelessness before, the fear of it happening again is ever-looming.

I agree with everything you said and don’t have much more to add. Just that I’m grateful you (and I) aren’t dealing with homelessness at this point in time. It sounds like you have more of an emergency fund than I do (though I’m trying!) This whole country is pay-to-play and if we lose, we just fall to the bottom without any support. Hell, even looking for low-income housing is a massive task in and of itself. Many of us have to literally win a lottery in this country in order to have a home.

Lol, of course not. What would be the point of that? I can acknowledge someone being gifted a leather watch, or continuing to wear old leather shoes they bought from before they went vegan, as a vegan still trying their best.

But pointing out a verbal distinction on a chat board like Lemmy isn’t the same as calling people out in-person. The distinction matters, and this is an appropriate place to make that point. Harassing people for their choices is an entirely different scenario.

Silly downvoters. You’re absolutely right. Veganism has diet as a component, but at its core is a desire to limit harm to animals in every possible aspect.

If you eat only plants/mushrooms, but still buy leather shoes, down pillows, or wool socks - that’s not veganism, that’s just following a plant-based diet. The two concepts overlap, but they are distinct from each other.

Can’t tell if sarcastic. Too many people legit think this way.

Being disabled means having to be scrutinized regularly by government authority, by filling out endless paper forms in an attempt to justify your disability to someone with a vested interest in not believing you. I helped my girlfriend fill out disability forms last year. It’s particularly cruel because she can only use her hands for brief bursts of time before needing to rest. Sometimes she sends me voice recordings instead of texts so she can respond to me, because her hands simply can’t type everything she wants to say. Yet she’s given page after page of questions about her abilities, the chores she’s capable of completing, the hobbies she has, and so on, all so someone who’s never met her (or worse, probably an AI) can poke holes in her story and deny her claims.

Don’t even get me started on the income limits.

most people are in an apparently literally unbelievable amount of debt, because once you have that first month you have to borrow to pay for groceries or ultilities or rent or a medical copay… the debt spiral begins, you basically don’t get out, and the hole gets worse and worse.

This is why I don’t have a credit card. I’m terrified of getting stuck in this loop. I know, I’m supposed to get a card and use it for things I already have the money for, so I can pay it off… but my ADHD brain just thinks, “That’s yet another bill to stay on top of. Another deadline to remember. Another threat if I forget to pay, or get sick one month and have a smaller paycheck in the end and can’t repay it after rent and utilities.” (Because remember - sick pay isn’t a guarantee in the US. My “sick time” at work is combined with “vacation” as “Paid Time Off” and accrues slowly.)

It’s absurd how paying for things with the money you already earned can be seen as a negative. I’d think if one doesn’t have credit for long enough, that should be a good sign that they’ve managed their money properly without needing credit. But no, it doesn’t work that way here. I’m in my upper 30s and have never had a credit card. My “credit score” is entirely based off of past student loans (that I only managed to pay off with help from my father.) Yet if I hadn’t had school debt, I’d have no “credit score” to speak of and might not have been accepted when I applied for my apartment. It’s all so ass-backwards. I mean, I get the logic of “credit” as a sign of responsibility, I just don’t agree with it.

Absolutely unrelated, but you mentioned being from Slovenia and it reminds me of a kid I work with (in the US.) When he was 4, I showed him a map of the world. Out of all the places on it, he zeroed in on Slovenia and asked, “What’s that?” I told him, “That’s Slovenia.” Something about your country caught his attention, I can’t explain it.

The kid’s an information sponge. Ever since then, when I mention things about the rest of the world (countries, flags, time zones, etc.) he becomes curious about Slovenia.

So yeah, your country has a special place in a random little boy’s heart. I just wanted to share that.

It distresses me to see this trend. It’s like some parents have a reflex to stick a tablet in front of their kid, even if the kid doesn’t need it or ask for it.

I work with a 4 year old kid who loves looking out windows. When he has free time, he often goes to look through them, even though there’s nothing particular interesting going on out there. He’s a chill little dude, completely mute, and I’ve never seen him angry. I’ve been told he likes to sit in a big chair on his front porch and watch everything and everyone go by, like a little old man on a summer day.

Yet every morning he comes in, he walks in holding a tablet. It doesn’t make any sense to me. I’m fairly certain this kid would be happy staring out a window for the whole 15 or so minutes it takes to arrive.

I always loved staring out the window in the car - I loved long rides because of it, showing little to no interest in whatever our destination was. It gave my mind the space to wander, to ponder, to go on imaginative flights of fancy that helped me learn to organize my thoughts. It’s upsetting that kids are being deprived of such moments nowadays.

Fungi create a network for sharing information between plants, so yes, absolutely!

In fact, one could probably argue that fungi is social media for plants, in that it is literally their medium.