I’m in a weird position where I’m making an okay wage ($25 /hr) for not having a college education, but my wife is encouraging me to go to school full-time as a mature student to make use of my potential. I’m open to it, but I also have two kids (a 6-year-old and a 2-month-old), and at my current job I make my own schedule and have the flexibility I often need to deal with unexpected child-care issues like illness and school closures. I’m also treated very well at my job, and it’s the only job I’ve ever enjoyed going to. I haven’t felt Sunday work anxiety in years.

I know that higher education is always the answer, but I don’t know when to pull the trigger on it. As a father, there is a lot more value to my current work situation than the wage I’m making.

I also have no idea what type of career I would even pursue, and it kind of scares the shit out of me.

Just walking around in pajama pants with no shirt on…

Damn… She sounds both hot and repulsive at the same time.

I never fully grasped the true scale of a single galaxy (and then expanded that understanding to the observable universe) until I hopped in my ship in Elite Dangerous and actually set off to cross one. Holy fucking shit, does it really help put it into perspective when you’re traveling between vast galactic arms, hopping individual stars 50-70 Ly at a time and trying your damndest not to stretch yourself too thin in fear of running out of scoopable fuel/stars.

If I were an Astronomy teacher, Elite would be my most profound and precious tool.

Costco every fucking day…

Yeah, it kind of makes her look like both a bitch and a burglar.

Despite being the same lovely woman, I am infinitely more attracted to her in the horizontal stripes.

“I’m the Only Gay Eskimo”, by Tenacious D (Kevin swears it’s them)

I imagine having a taught piece of paper firmly pulled out of your gullet also feels great as a printer. Or it feels terrible, like pulling a swallowed hook out of a fish.

Swamps of Dagobah right there…

Bro, I just bought a Roborock a few weeks ago and I love it. I was panic reading these comments until I saw yours and realized it’s a Roborock, not iRobot. Hope our housebots don’t meet the same fate.

Depends on the individual. I found the game to be deeply moving even in the earliest stages. Though the Limsa and Ul’dah night themes could make passing a tapeworm into a bucket feel moving.

I say! Simply extravagant cummies! 🧐👌

“So do beets and iron pills, grandpa.”

“Ain’t the same thing, pussy…”

What does it taste like? I imagine it’s tough as hell and tastes like a bland, overcooked pork chop, but with a mild hay smell.

I don’t know if this will age like my previous belief that PS1 had photo-realistic graphics, but I feel like 4k is the peak for TVs. I recently bought a 65" 4k TV and not only is it the clearest image I’ve ever seen, but it takes up a good chunk of my livingroom. Any larger would just look ridiculous.

Unless the average person starts using abandoned cathedrals as their livingrooms, I don’t see how larger TVs with even higher definition would even be practical. Especially if you consider we already have 8k for those who do use cathedral entertainment systems.

Holy fuck, I just looked up the record. Not what I was expecting at all. It looks like one of those 700 lb. people who can’t roll off of their futon. Even the underside is shockingly similar.

I wish I could partake in nap culture, but I always wake up feeling like I’ve been ripped from the goddamn afterlife. Always worse than before. My wife and I just spent two grueling sleepless nights in the postpartum ward, and after returning home today she encouraged me to have a 1-hour nap. I obliged and woke up so fucking brain-sick out of sorts that I could barely interact with my surroundings for the first 30 minutes.

Don’t mind if I do!

I don’t know that this even counts, but one of the most strange but wildly interesting things I used to do years back was randomly exploring defunct teleporters in Habbo Hotel.

For those who don’t know about teleporters/teles in Habbo Hotel, there are probably tens of thousands of pairs of teleports that exist in the game, each of them connecting only to its pair. Since trading furniture is pretty much a currency in Habbo, a lot of individual teleporters get traded off or lost throughout the years, and often end up being parked in random rooms and vast furniture junkyards.

So I would often lay down several random teles from my inventory, or enter my own furniture junkyard, and try every tele in there until I got a live one. This would Bill & Ted me to fuck knows where. If I’m unlucky, it’s just a dead end room. If I’m lucky, it’s a room with even more teles. That’s where the rabbit hole begins. Pretty soon you’re ten teles deep into the weirdest, most liminal Back Rooms spaces you can imagine. Sometimes you even find a back door into other players’ private rooms and get to explore like a cat burglar. The sky was the limit.

I haven’t logged in for a decade or more, but I still miss doing that sometimes.

I included the best pic I could find online of what a tele goldmine looked like, except there would typically be a wide variety of styles and not all portapotties like these.