The purpose of life is not served by fretting about what its purpose is.
It’s a bit like sitting on a roller coaster rubbing your chin and wondering how to monetize the experience. Just put your hands up and scream. It’s nice.
Jive turkey.
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The purpose of life is not served by fretting about what its purpose is.
It’s a bit like sitting on a roller coaster rubbing your chin and wondering how to monetize the experience. Just put your hands up and scream. It’s nice.
Coffee sometimes diminishes in how well it works for me, and I end up drinking so much that I have panic attacks.
If it’s not neuroreceptor damage from the SSRIs, it might just be time for a tolerance break.
Bromine. It’s what they treat the water with on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland, and the smell puts my mind on vacation
I used to say this. And I believed it. It’s a lie people tell themselves because they’re voting for terrible things and don’t want to take credit for half of it.
“I kill the poor but I’m sad about it” gtfo
This probably doesn’t help immediately, but I’ve been working on a platform that does federated search (among other things) for the last year. It’s in private friends-and-family testing and won’t be available for general use for at least a couple more months.
I haven’t even decided on a name yet, but I promise to make a lot of noise about it once it’s in public beta
We have six new chickens that were all born on Valentine’s Day, and they just recently moved into the main coop with the other seven girls. Also added a cream legbar we named “Cheddar Gorgeous” who is a couple of weeks younger than the rest. We had to keep her separated because all the other young ones were bullying her, but now she gets along fine. She has a really great personality, runs up to say hello and loves to be picked up. The only one with as much personality as her is RuPaul, one of our ameraucanas, who shrieks and runs up to say hello too.
Wednesday, another ameraucana, got broody yesterday but we did the tough-love thing and stuck her in a dog crate most of the day. She’s ok now.
We’re trying to name the other new hens but we’re not great at telling some of them apart because there are two or three of each type.