Yeah I remember that one too! All kinds of stuff like standing up, twirling around three times and shouting… Most of the class was racing through it as fast as they could. 5th grade I believe…

I’ve just been seeing them around today, for some reason. Glitch in the matrix?

noise canceling bluetooth headphones (Sony XM3s, in my case). They are always near me. Thousands of hours and I haven’t even changed the earpads yet. I don’t know how I lived without them.

Three’s Company

Pee-Wee’s Playhouse

Beavis and Butt-head

Aww I loved scooby and the wonder years

That took me a minute. I read “house speaker” as Mike Johnson.

Yep. My parents are in their own echo chamber of Fox news and other 80-year-old racist fucks, and anything you try to say bounces off them with the basic formula you outlined. Actual external logic doesn’t matter. The wild thing is how big that echo chamber has gotten.

I don’t reply a lot, but your comment hits home for me, so: That’s a bummer. No, Buddhism doesn’t have to do that, but there are a lot of ways to do buddhism, many branches/sects, a lot of people doing it wrong, overdoing it, doing it as obsessively as they did guitar etc. (raises hand)… It’s sad that it’s hard to find good role models in buddhism in the west, so we’re stuck sometimes trying to weed out the good/pure from the narcissistic youtubers. But as a fellow introvert who has done and still does a lot of things obsessively (including guitar, cycling, third wave coffee brewing/roasting, and meditation), my feel is: buddhism doesn’t require you to give up those things. It changes your clingy relationship to them, which may decrease your interest… for example, I realized I don’t want to be a rockstar, which was this big painful want for me (I had to practice every day and GET GOOD and find a band or else), and that changed my relationship with guitar. I still absolutely love playing, and practicing, but it’s a more relaxed love, not this painful drive to get this “thing.” You start to see the dreamlike quality of the “fictional” life you’re living, that it’s made up of concepts that we project from our own minds. But: you still want it to be a good dream, so you still do fun stuff! I love my friends and family, love jamming with my buds, love riding outside… but I’m able to see a little better now (than say 10 years ago) when that painful craving kicks in… so, same stuff, different relationship. More relaxed. At its best, more like a lucid dream than an anxiety dream.

However, at various points on my journey I’ve been accused by those close to me (well, my partner) of getting too into it. There may have been times where I was gung ho about meditating, and could’ve been ready to throw away old hobbies in the name of “spirituality.”. so I get that… To answer your question, I don’t think buddhism makes you a zombie who finds everything meh because it doesn’t matter. If you’re trying too hard, you might unnecessarily eschew parts of your former life, but that’s not necessary for the path (unless you’re doing the whole monk thing… in which case, just go be a monk). Quite the contrary, life gets easier because you can pick up a hobby without the painful baggage of identifying with “I am this big coffee nerd now!” or whatever, and… just kinda enjoy it more. I’m not great at explaining it, I realize, hahaha. :)

I guess, feel free to PM me if you want to get more specific. I’m curious what sort of meditation your friend does. But I also don’t want to intervene… I am no expert.

The Big Lebowski

When they seem to think it’s socially acceptable to scroll while hanging out with other people. I usually give the benefit of the doubt–“oh they’re responding to a text… right? oh damn, they are scrolling? and I’m sitting right here with them?”

Maybe like 20 years ago, my partner and I were at a couple-friends’ apartment on a hot sweaty summer day. The four of us sitting in a small circle on the hardwood living room floor, smoking a bowl… Nothing but the sound of the flicking lighter, and the squeaky hum of the ceiling fan providing us with some margin of relief from the heat. Ahh…

Then boom. The ceiling fan’s loose screw squeaked its last squeak and the whole fixture fell, heavy-ass motor assembly and all, exactly in the middle of our circle. One of the wooden blades nicked my friend on the way down for a bloody eyebrow. But the heavy middle part, which could’ve killed any of us, landed right in the middle of our little arms-length bowl circle. This wasn’t one of those skinny modern fans you install by yourself… The thing was freakin’ heavy.

“Whoa.”

Was there a laugh track? :)

leaf blowers

Like a Surgeon…

I love Eat Static!

I read that as “love and cake” – but yes, that too.

Lol! It’s so good though! I’m sure I’ll have another fling with it before long.

I had to uninstall Vector Pinball because it was TOO favorite. Like, the motion sensor lights in the bathroom at work would shut off.

The most grating to me right now has to be the comma splice (run-on sentence). For example: “Every one of our talented art students will have artwork represented in the show, it is always an impressive event.”

I see it everywhere lately! Even in official business/marketing emails. Someone got a college degree and got hired to write that email ffs. Use a damn period or semicolon.