Yeah, you don’t have to be gay just to be able to admire art.

Well are you? I don’t see any proof you’re trying to deny it.

That really clashes with the reality of how truck bros actually park. Or does it…?

We must live in the world we create.

There’s no way cavemen weren’t the first people having bukakke gangbangs.

Yeah that sounds cool af

I’m glad I got the opportunity to leverage my skills and knowledge in order to drive customer engagement and deliver wins as a team.

“Sweet kibble from Heaven! They just materialized food and a bag for me to play with out of thin air! Truly the bipeds are deities!” - Mr Whiskers

My cat saw me as the one who can open doors to unexplored lands.

“Just according to Keikaku” God

I don’t think people should have to do that, but including context is generally an important part of asking a question.

Like if I’m trying to fix a problem and I need help I’d be like “I’m getting error code 123 on my printer (make, model). I’ve tried turning it off and on again, unplugged it from the wall, but the error always pops up as soon as it finishes powering on. Anyone have any experience with this and how to solve it?”

This is what it feels like to grow old.

Probably because your brain subconsciously does color correction (similar to optical illusions) that you don’t notice until you have a direct comparison.

It’s not so bad being the worst player on the team. Just means you have a lot of room for improvement as long as you’re willing to learn. Honestly it’s one of my favorite situations to find myself in. “Oh I suck. How can I get better?”

People who like talking and listening I suppose. Then just click the mute button on someone’s name if they’re being abusive.

Yeah, I definitely get that. Even so, sometimes I think it’d be nice to talk to people for more clarity. Maybe voice chats would require a moderator to start them and stay there to facilitate the conversation?

I don’t think solid state batteries provide as much benefit in smaller devices.

Pachycephalasaurus has always been on of my favorites.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pachycephalosaurus

maybe I probably killed him

You didn’t kill him, the cancer did. You were there supporting him.

I was on morphine duty when my grandpa died two years ago and it was rough. I gained a massive respect for hospice workers and the mental fortitude they have in order to work in that environment.

My grandpa had ptsd nightmares from the Korean War his whole life and my biggest fear was that while he was dying he’d be trapped in one of those. I drove myself crazy trying to interpret his twitches and mumbles as some sort of actionable message he was sending.

I stepped outside for a bit and imagined what he would say if he were conscious, and I’m sure it would’ve been something like “Who cares if I’m having a nightmare? Even if I am it’s not your responsibility to fix it. I’ll just ride it out and it’ll be over.” And so I went back in and just sat there quietly, occasionally making remarks or observations, talking about what I might be doing in the next few weeks or months.

I’m really glad your mom got to have that moment. Whether or not he heard her and was responding, I hope the timing gave her some peace.

I have to imagine that when you die you get to experience what it feels like to let go of all your pain, and I bet that feels pretty great.

My dad believed in “god” and died of melanoma after it got into his lymphatic system, then to his brain, and finally his spinal fluid.

My step mom recalled a conversation she had with him in the hospital after a 2nd brain surgery where she said she was angry with God and couldn’t believe he would allow this to happen to my dad instead of a worse person. He said something like “it’s fine that this happening to me, I’m already saved. Other people still need more time.”

I’ve never been a big fan of modern christianity since it strays so far from the fundamental teachings of love, but I always admired my dad’s ability to act in a way that aligned with his beliefs about the goodness life.

I really don’t care if there’s an “afterlife” or not. I just hope people can find something in this life that gives them the courage to fight for life but also eventually accept death.

The world is a fucked up place, we’re lucky that we can still find a way to enjoy it in whatever capacity we can.

I will irrationally choose to believe that your dad will find exactly what he’s looking for when he passes.

If you ever want to talk about anything I’m here for you in whatever capacity an internet stranger can be.