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Cake day: October 8th, 2026

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  • Weed, video games, over eating.

    that list used to include drinking alcohol, but I’ve been clean from that for like 7 or 8 years.

    When life is going well, I don’t overeat over-game, or smoke weed much. But then holiday season descends upon my life and I’m left with a feeling of “hunker down and survive.” and in so doing, I go back to my comforts of weed, video games, and over-eating.

    C’est la vie. I gain and lose 20lbs every year it seems.






  • No, I mean, the “radio announcer” and thus the “news reporter” voice was modeled after the Ohio accent, because it was seen as a non-accent. You’re right that we have one, it’s just so incredibly bland, that it comes across as not one at all.

    Here’s an article that goes into further detail

    Vizetelly, who established a school for announcers at CBS, was concerned with maintaining the “purity” of American English. In his mind, the Midwest was the place to be—and Ohio in particular.

    Vizetelly and other educators felt that broadcasters could evoke trustworthiness and objectivity by imitating the speech of the “heartland.” Eventually, when radio announcers and TV journalists began sounding like they were from the Midwest, the “broadcaster’s dialect” became understood as normal.



  • Well the company states that the batteries (each 1000kg) are loaded into the wings of the plane, and that the wings will be significantly larger than that of current commercial aircraft, with a passenger count of like 90, and for only 1000km. So you’re right, there’s definitely a limit, however it still seems like a viable technology.

    I remember sitting around the table after a thanksgiving dinner with all my conservative relatives, who were making fun of electric cars, and I said the same thing to them that I’ll say to you now. It all starts with a little innovation, that can form a link in the energy chain. Once people prove it can be done, then it will be improved, and improved, until it’s no longer a technological marvel, it’s just a Tuesday. One day we’ll have gas powered crafts purely as collectors items and antiques, and an entire green grid. but you gotta start somewhere.



  • Christ am I autistic? I’ve been eating the same thing almost every day for like 20 years. I only ever subtract/add to it depending on whether or not I’m trying to lose weight or enjoy life. but it’s usually always the same thing. A year or so ago I decided I would add a pizza day, and guess what? same pizza, prepared the same, every time.

    Can’t go wrong with soup and sandwiches for dinner! steelcut oatmeal for breakfast, or scrambled eggs with frozen pepper/onion mix. I’ve yet to get sick of any of it. I suspect it may very well be my last meal.


  • I mean if I had a magic gun that, when fired, put a bullet into the brain of every trump supporter, I’d empty the clip.

    So… yeah, I’d use the death note.

    plus on billionaires. hoarding ill-gotten capital while buying politicians to ensure you remain at the top is violence. Dismantling institutions for the poor, crafting an america with income inequality at it’s worse since the great depression, 70,000 americans die every year due to lack of access to health care. That is violence, perpetrated against us all, by republicans, and by corporate capitalists. They let you rot and melingure in poverty, dying in shame for having nothing, that’s akin to torture. A swift death via death note is almost too kind for them.









  • There’s three of them that did it for me.

    1. Chucky. Cuz duh, my dad let me watch it when I was far too young, and I had nightmares for weeks.

    2. Return to Oz. The Wizard of Oz sequel that featured a desolate Oz filled with nightmare creatures, and a witch that stole your fucking face.

    3. Some random movie that my older brother and his friends were watching. I came in just in time to see a scene, depicting a female led band on an outdoor stage. A man was brutally beaten in the audience, and the crowd set him on fire. He was desperately rolling around, trying to extinguish the flames, and almost did it, but then the woman lead singer of the band took a swig from a liquor bottle, and spit it out on him. The flames engulfed him, and now he lay motionless. The fear I felt was half from the agony of someone burning alive, and half from the wretched cruelty of the crowd and the lead singer. The mob mentality where nobody helped him, and not just didn’t help him, but made it worse. Fucking horrifying. My first glance into the mind of psychopathy.