I love Beyond Meat products, but lab grown still freaks me out a little. It’s hard to articulate, but I don’t know that I could eat it without imagining some kind of wet, pulsating mass of slimy flesh sitting in a bin of some sort in a lab, with tubes and wires hooked up all over it. I know damn well that’s not what it is, but the image is there. I hope I get over it.

I’d rather just give up meat entirely and stick to plant-based alternatives.

I’ve heard The Walking Dead comics are actually quite solid, and differ substantially from the TV series. I’d love to see a faithful animation adaptation done in comic-style art.

I try to, but I never actually reach unconsciousness until I inevitably get cold and pull the sheets or blanket over my body to some degree. I find that on particularly hot nights, it’s enough to drape a sheet over my waist, so long as my feet are outside.

Had to fucking deal with Rabbit every day.

This weird old acquaintance of the family once saw me taking the back cover off of something once and got all fired up and giddy and goes, “I knew it! I just knew it! You’re the type a kid who looks at somethin’ and just has to know how it works on the inside, aren’t ya?! Hah! I knew it!”. I nodded. But I wasn’t that kid. In fact, that was probably the only time I ever did. I don’t know what the fuck he was talking about.

But as far as my thing… I guess I’m that friend who gets weirdly sentimental and nostalgic about nature or the general atmosphere of where I’m currently at. I’m the only guy who gives a shit that there are crickets singing and has to comment on it, because the sound of it just brought me back to ten other vivid memories and feelings from when I sat there listening to them in the past and it’s consuming 80% of my attention right now.

Garden Salsa Sun Chips.

I’ve always said that people who think cats are simple or ratty/skittish creatures have never laid with a loving cat on their chest. There are few deeper connections that a good owner and a well-loved cat. They are exceptionally bright animals.

Frustrating if true, since I’ve heard several people float the same conspiracy while shopping in my store, despite this not being something that we do. The price of meat (at least in Canada) has just risen to absurdities post-pandemic. I don’t even buy it anymore.

Don’t feed the Yao Guai!

https://youtu.be/3sry34AOwlU

All I can say is that my wife could live in squalor for weeks without batting an eye, but simultaneously believes I’m high strung for not being able to chill if my space is dirty. Tells me to leave it. But we both know how bad it gets if/when I leave it, and it ends up being me who cleans it one way or another.

“This!”

“Thanks for the gold, kind stranger!”

Why do they have to say the things? People don’t say the things here.

I was a loser who didn’t seek a real job until I was 25, and didn’t get my shit together and move out until I was 30, but despite all that my dad always loved me and never so much as pushed me. Gentle encouragement from time to time, but always just glad to have his boy around. I live in a different country with my wife now. I have a beautiful daughter and a decent, stable job. We flew my dad out a few years ago and I’ve never seen him so proud of what I’ve become. He loved my daughter so much. We took him out to the Canadian Rockies. That trip meant the world to him.

He had a heart attack and died two years ago.

As tragic as it all is, I watched the emotional shit he went through over the way his father raised him, and his father’s suicide when I was too young to remember, and he made it a point to make sure I never had to wonder if he loved me or was proud of me. He was.

I hope his soul is flying through the universe somewhere and has seen how much my daughter has grown, and has seen my awesome new house. I sprinkle his ashes around my flower gardens every spring just to keep him around. I hope he’s around.

Love you, dad.

https://youtu.be/H6wl-EyhXl0

Like many others have said, the old, lost internet was really something special. Every website was crude and janky, poorly formatted for some specific resolution that you weren’t using, and both animated clipart and midis were exciting to collect. There were websites dedicated to them. My brother and I used to fill folders on our desktop with sparkling or flaming banners, signs that read “Under Construction” and more. Same with midis. I’ll never forget the first time I discovered Sublime’s Santaria in midi form. It may have been my first favorite song.

I wish I could properly articulate what that all felt like. It was a similar feeling to collecting Pokémon cards as a kid. Everything was just a neat spectacle on the mid-90s internet. Then over time, as everything modernized and monetized, it lost that weird magic and became what it is today. I can’t remember the last time I gave a shit about exploring a website. I no longer come across spooky animated images of a skeleton peering out of murky water and excitedly tuck it away for future viewing pleasure. The entire thing just sucks now, but it probably sucked then, too.

My sister-in-law has them all throughout her house and I’m just like, “You know you have a teenage boy, right? You ready for that?”

Nah. My brother, wife, my two best friends and one co-worker are the only ones who even know it exists, and that’s because they know I use it as an alternative to reddit since the API fiasco. It’s honestly pretty obscure, but I like it that way. I’d love to see larger niche communities, especially since r/stalker was one of the only places I could actively talk about my favorite game series, but Lemmy has been a far better experience overall.

Sync (Pro) has been my go-to since my brother referred me to it 10 years ago for Reddit. As soon as it was available for Lemmy I grabbed it. There is a stigma surrounding it, of course, as ad-free is a premium/subscription feature. I truly don’t give a shit. I spend my money on far worse things.

STALKER. I’d be miserable, but I spend so much time in the Zone already.

Or maybe Stardew Valley if I want to be happy.

I have no idea, honestly. I don’t pay attention or mingle between them.