I remember being stubborn, being proved wrong, continuing to be stubborn, and being proved wrong even harder, in front of others.
It’s such a pathetic and embarrassing feeling to be that wrong.
I don’t want to be wrong a moment longer than I need to be.
There’s no shame in being corrected, but there is in holding on to shit ideas.
Maybe it’s a climate change joke?
used once
I’ll use it until the spines wear down.
I fucking hate that I learned what this means a month ago.
Bought myself a ZigBee coordinator and started pairing some devices.
Sweet! That was easy, now all that’s left are the Tuya ceiling fans
Little did I know, what was about to happen would cost me my sanity.
Honestly, just give me a fucking HP printer and ask me to connect it to my computer from the other side of the world.
At the risk of sounding critical of your hobby, to argue the imperfections improve the experience sounds somewhat culty.
I understand there is something akin to “character” which you don’t get from something highly polished. I know when things sound too clean it can feel sterile.
I accept vinyl has a collectors value, but anything claims regarding preference come across as either pretentious or deluded (to me, as someone who probably can’t tell the difference).
Fun story for y’all.
I used to drink a lot of milk. I was a constipated teen. I took a shit one day, and to say it was anything short of awe aspiring wouldn’t do it justice. This thing was one solid thick rod sticking out of the water.
I called my stepdad to check it out. Naturally, he was so surprised he had to tell Mum to come over. A few minutes later we’ve got a whole family of six in a bathroom admiring my turd.
My stepdad claims to have uploaded it to ratemypoo .com (don’t bother going there, the site takes you to ratemypussy .com).
This day I learned our family was not normal.
Mental State of the World Report asked participants to rate their mental health in 2023. Australians ranked among the least happy in general (out of 71 countries)
Averaged Scores (0 is poor, 100 is great):
It’s amazing how social norms have changed.
I’ve got a two year old, who drives me absolutely insane sometimes. I think if I grew up in my parents culture, where it was acceptable to smack kids or shout at them, I probably would.
That’s a horrible thing to say, but I’m glad I’m aware of the fact that it’s counter-productive. I’m almost jealous of my child, to know they’ve got someone like me as a father, as opposed to my father.