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“This disease doesn’t have to be deadly if we just know about it,” McCullick said. “A lot of people could be saved just from the knowledge that needs to get out there.”

First time I heard about it.

Here is the video about the Disney Studios in France, the "worst Disney park ever": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgM4R997h-I

Another example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQmglXlqOFY

There are even roller coaster credits that people can hunt: https://coaster-count.com/

I dance. I love to dance actually. It’s the only time and place where I can actually stop thinking for as long as I’m there. It has helped a ton for my mental health. It is the absolute breathing room I need while swimming in an ocean.

Right now we are rehearsing for a show which is set for about a month from now. Our dance performance could be better, it’s not bad but it really could be better. So this week one of our members straight-up said how unsure she is about whether or not she will be able to do the routine properly for the show. And I can’t really blame her. I could even hear she was fighting back tears while confessing her doubts. (I even thought I could hear it in the teachers voice as well, but I’m not too sure.) Anyway, teacher said she would rehearse a little extra with her next week.

It’s sadly also still common occurrence for some of our dance members to just not show up without any notice. So their missing out on practice time which we really need. But this time I heard one of our dancers just quit. So after class I asked my teacher what the deal was. It was because she (the dance who quit) didn’t like the routine and was upset we weren’t learning any new moves anymore.

“Is she coming back then for next season?” (because then we would learn new moves again) I asked.

“I really doubt it” she replied.

And I was THIS close to just straight up say: “Wow, that’s messed up.” (As a reference to the psychiatrist from Office Space)

TLDR: Dance class is not going that well. There is a cloud of despair hanging about. It makes me depressed again and I don’t know how to wave it away.

Edit: Repost, I wasn't sure if this really fits this community because I really just wanted to get this off my chest. Otherwise feel free to remove, I won't post it again.

I dance. I love to dance actually. It's the only time and place where I can actually stop thinking for as long as I'm there. It has helped a ton for my mental health. It is the absolute breathing room I need while swimming in an ocean.

Right now we are rehearsing for a show which is set for about a month from now. Our dance performance could be better, it's not bad but it really could be better. So this week one of our members straight-up said how unsure she is about whether or not she will be able to do the routine properly for the show. And I can't really blame her. I could even hear she was fighting back tears while confessing her doubts. (I even thought I could hear it in the teachers voice as well, but I'm not too sure.) Anyway, teacher said she would rehearse a little extra with her next week.

It's sadly also still common occurrence for some of our dance members to just not show up without any notice. So their missing out on practice time which we really need. But this time I heard one of our dancers just quit. So after class I asked my teacher what the deal was. It was because she (the dance who quit) didn't like the routine and was upset we weren't learning any new moves anymore.

"Is she coming back then for next season?" (because then we would learn new moves again) I asked.

"I really doubt it" she replied.

And I was THIS close to just straight up say: "Wow, that's messed up." (As a reference to the psychiatrist from Office Space)

TLDR: Dance class is not going that well. There is a cloud of despair hanging about. It makes me depressed again and I don't know how to wave it away.

Lemmians? Lemmings??

Not just my job, but the entire industry I'm in. I get paid really well, and I like some of the fine details, but overall I don't like it. My skill-set isn't very transferable either.

I am a technology working, so I sit on my butt most of the work day, I'm curious how people have incorporated activity into their daily habits in a sustainable way?

What activities do you find enjoyable?

It's definitely hard to miss all the people where I live pulling out of driveways in dresses and people taking pictures across all the public areas, it really lets you know it's prom time.

What's your experience with prom (or multiple proms if you went to others too)? How did everyone look? How was it celebrated? Was it good?

The reason I need disposable account just for convenience.

• Because all online account, I use random-generate password with password manager.
• I rent computer (pc-bang, internet cafe) to have game night with friends 2-3 times a week
• I don't feel like login my password manger on stranger PC

So, I just create new lemmy account to intereact with people.

And the way I create it:

• Pick a random name using fantasy random name generator
• Reuse the password only for temp account. Seriously, If you know that password, you can hack all my temp account

The instance:

• I just browse the instance list, pick those with ~1000 user
• the one with no application process, the one which I can get a new account ready to go now.
• Use temp email, 10 minutes email if required. Leave email blank optional.

I think my privacy is fully protect. And I help less well know instance have out-going interactive like vote and comment.

This weekend I aim to relax as much as my children will let me. But my younger daughter turns one on Sunday. So, we’ll likely celebrate that.

It's obviously pretty novice, and the subject matter is r o u g h, but I don't think it's bad. Needs more art to it, but I think it'll evolve.

Just sprang out of my head while I was in the shower and I scribbled it down while it was fresh. Never happened to me before.

Today I read a headline that said "Doctor who saved a senator's life now stranded...", but I only read the first part as "Doctor Who, saves a senator's life". I was like Doctor Who? Saved someone's life? That's amazing!

Sigh

So, my 10yo and I have a pretty great relationship. She's smart and funny and curious and all the things I might have hoped I could raise a kid to be. That said, she idolizes her mom. As much as she is like me, Daddy is definitely the "boring" parent, because my job is stupider than my wife's and also much less demanding, so I do all the routine stuff. I don't want to play it up; like I said she and I get along extremely well, there's just more "companionable silence" than with mommy. I enjoy being the one doing the field trips, school pickup, doctor's appointments, etc. We get a lot of good time together, but frankly there's so much of it that we'd both be exhausted if I tried to make it all scintillating. So, Daddy is important, daddy is loved, but mommy is to be emulated.

One of the most "Dad" things I do (though there are many, let me check my cargo shorts for the notes I took...) is slightly exaggerate the differences in my 90s exurban Florida upbringing and her 2020s suburban Texas upbringing. It being fuckin' Florida, I don't actually have to lie, but I do tend to pile on 20 years' worth of stories from me and my acquaintances to get a rise out of her. It works on Lemmy too! Mommy eggs it on, I think because she secretly sees it as a bonding thing for the two of them. They also bond over not liking boiled peanuts, but wrong as that is, my tolerance knows no bounds, and I love them anyway.

So anyway, kiddo's clothing choices are generally based entirely on her interests or on things mommy got for her, and god bless 'em, it is probably for the best (c.f. the aforementioned cargo shorts). Today, though, they are are going on a field trip to the school district's outdoor learning center. It has been drilled into them that they will be outside, that there will be dirt, that there will be animals, and very specifically that the most common of those animals will be bugs. She doesn't really like the outdoors (the half-assed hayride at her little Texas cousin's other grandparents' place did not go well), and she hates bugs. They advised to wear loose but long-fitting clothes, closed shoes that can get dirty, and just generally to be prepared for a different type of day. I asked if she even wanted to go, but she loves school and her friends generally, and the promise of tame mammals was more than enough.

Today, for the first time that I can recall, my assertive, self-assured, opinionated daughter turned down her many other options and, over her long-sleeve sun-shirt, she chose to wear one of two Florida Gators t-shirts she owns, and not even the cute one with the big orange heart, but the coarse, box-cut thing with an angry, fading mascot (shut up, !cfb@fanaticus.social, I hear it) in a football uniform, the one even I wouldn't have bought for her, though I was pleased when her older cousins back in Florida give it to us as a hand-me-down. I am happy, but I am also down to exactly two theories:

1. This is easily her most "disposable" shirt and she doesn't care at all if it gets ruined.

2. She is more anxious than she's let on, and much like an eye bead or a crucifix, this choice of a totemic beast of her father's homeland is to invoke some sort of ancestral magic to protect her from the unknowable horrors of the unexplored. Y'know... a farm. 🤣

Controversial hot take, I know... but in certain cases, normalcy and routine is the desired state. After a long weekend of family events, too many kids (of which most are my own), too many pets (of which roughly half are my own), and the house being drafty with the entire in-law clan and then some for the past few days, things are now finally back to normal.

Kids are in school, SO at work, and I'm in my home "office" (I use my bedroom), arranging the coming week. I schedule most things to "ot today" because now it's MY time. When picking up some supplies this morning I even bought one single beer that is for my lunch, and beyond that my work day will mostly be centered around waiting for various balls that are in other people's courts.

Anyone else who usually welcome mondays when they arrive?

Reading is a recent development for me in the grand scheme of things, dyslexia meant I was hindered till I was about 18, picking up my first actual book 1984 at the age of 24.

10 years later I read roughly 3 books a year.

Currently reading Manufacturing Consent and whilst I knew news media is often misleading, to what extent was not clear sadly I now know the extent.

I'd like to have a conversation about Manufacturing Consent and what people have come away with. Other books too like Bullshit Jobs and Ordinary Men were big shift for my world view, so talking about and recommendations of similar books as well please.

Best of luck

I have had food poisoning all night and day. Lemmy kept my spirits up with a steady flow of posts to laugh at.

I’ve done IT. I’ve finally mastered IT (couldn’t resist 😁).

I’ve been in school (part time) since 2019 working my way to this day. Now that it’s here, I’m both super excited and a little anxious. Now what do I do? 🤣

Anyway, thank you for reading and have a wonderful day!

"Being confident" is dangerously close to straight up bothering people. Plus it only really works if you're good looking.

!movies@lemm.ee, the post is pinned.

If you can't find it, you can use this link in the search bar: https://lemm.ee/post/31335226

what ever happened to the teen on skype writing :3 and uwu and ilu everywhere? ;-; maybe i wasn't happier then but at least i was looking forward to things :^) it's b-better than being misewable right? :c