You know he’s never going to give it to you.
You know he’s never going to give it to you.
Embrace the Rot by Endless Tavern.
Just avoid Australia, you’ll be fine.
“Can’t expect me to train my replacement if I don’t remember how I did it!”
Not with Trek, but I’m a former stagehand and I’ve done amateur stagework. Spent a lotta time building and maintaining sets and props. I’ve been there.
You’re backstage, you’ve got how everything should look memorized, it’s all set up, and for a moment, while it’s just you and that dry run, you forget yourself. You’re a part of the show.
Eventually you step back, remember it’s all fake. You notice the little flaws, notice the floor isn’t just right under your feet. You were tired, trying to get something done. A lapse.
I genuinely believe in the magic of the stage. Not in the sense of a spell, but of the ritual. No matter if it’s on a screen, or in person, if you do it right, we let go. For a moment, we forget our world and step into another.
My friend, do yourself a favor and invest in a proper grinder. You can find pocket grinders with a kief catch for like $15. That catch will be your friend during the hard times. Let it build until you need it, and never clean that shit unless it is into your apparatus of choice.
ETA: Clean the grinder teeth, not the catch. Just knock it into the catch with a toothbrush before you do. Sometimes you can scrape some extra goodness up, but it sucks using a gummed grinder. Should be able to grind in one smooth motion, not too much resistance.
Let’s take inspiration from the glory days of piracy and Boondock Saints. Strap guns across every square inch of your body you can, and then line the trenchcoat.
Well, you’re coming back anyway.
Unless you’re grabbing your tools to go work on someone else’s garden.
This is probably the dumbest thing, but how would someone even go about putting in a request for that? Petition your government to petition theirs? A series of letters that begin calm and professional but by the tenth round of back and forth have devolved into “And I will ‘accidentally’ take down some armament above your home in return”?
"The year is 3964. Todd Howard rules from his silicon throne, having gained immortality in the Great Megasoft War. The entirety of the contiguous United States have become a singular corpo-state with a united focus, and the time has come.
Elder Scrolls VIII: Oblivion Crisis in Skyrim releases."
And all contained in the palm of your hand.
So much swapping back to that damned flashlight, I will never understand that decision. It didn’t build tension, it just made me get really good at beating things to death so I didn’t have to keep switching out.
It tastes nothing like Chex Mix. Trust me. More like salt with maybe a little dirt mixed in. You can get food-grade D.E.
It’s also a natural flea treatment if you can’t use chemical treatment for whatever reason. Does the same thing as to the snails. Shreds the exoskeleton and dries them out
You can also use Diatomaceous Earth. Same concept, it’s extremely sharp and jagged little flakes that shred through them. It also dries them out at the same time.
You picked the wrong person. I can picture Danny DeVito drunkenly driving a tank through Siberia now.
In fact, I’m not entirely convinced he isn’t doing that at this exact moment, and you’re just trying to distract us from the awesomeness currently going on.
A nice stack of thinly sliced ham, provolone cheese melted within and on top, a nice warm sourdough or potato bread, some mayo and mustard.
I don’t know what switch flipped in my head as I got older, but a nice hot ham and cheese has become the occasional simple pleasure like no other.
I prefer “have a week” because that’s the minimum amount of time I want away from them.
Emotionally manipulated me back into multiple abusive situations to act as her shield, and has refused to so much as acknowledge what was going on. Can’t even have a talk about it, it’s just shut down immediately.
Now she doesn’t even know that she has a daughter instead of a son, and never will.
All, new. It keeps things fresh throughout my workday. I spend most of it on my own, and have a lot of points of 2-5 minute downtime. I end up sitting in the back office and browsing Lemmy pretty often.
My father frequently used “That’s low on the scrotum pole” for an issue he didn’t care about. I’ve been thinking about this for a terrifyingly long time.
Draw faces, and have them positioned by importance.