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GooberEar
joined 11 months ago
On the one hand, yes, yes, yes, absolutely.
On the other hand, way too often people are absolutely vile here and nobody sticks up for themselves or for others. Really a shame that r-word-it bullshit behavior is often times totally accepted and approved and even rewarded here.
On one hand, yes this would hurt a lot of people and corporations. On the other hand, we're already hurting, so fuck it.
One of my most embarrassing habits is that I sometimes go to the R-word site and read through the comment section there. Way too often, there are askr-word (or other sub r-word) posts where the comment section ends up being a bunch of bullshit supernatural responses. This one kind of reminds me of that. If you believe in ghosts or extraterrestrial aliens, I think less of you. You are dumb. Sorry, but it is what is is. I still drink alcohol sometimes, even knowing it causes cancer, so I'm not claiming I'm better than you. We can both/all be stupid. But if you believe in that supernatural crap, you're stupid, too.
For some reason, I was doing dishes today and thinking about how dumb humans were to put lead in everything back in the 1900's despite the fact that we were well aware of the dangers of lead on human physiology. We literally put that shit in our fuel and pumped the exhaust into our air. We put it in utensils. UTENSILS people. Seriously? It had been known for eons practically that lead is poison to the body.
Same here.
I literally spent a few minutes after typing those two words trying to decide/determine the exact moment I lost my faith in humanity, if such a moment actually existed. As a homosexual who grew up in a southern state of the USA, there were probably hundreds of such moments, but for some reason one particular interaction sticks out to me.
Totally random, and at the moment I don't know why, but I think the day was Saturday September 15th, 2001.
I was working in retail at the time, and in specific, I was in charge of "customer service". A customer showed up at the counter and he wanted to return a bag of dog food that our store didn't even sell. He claimed he bought it at our store, but did not have a receipt. Despite our policy being that a receipt is required because of how much the dog food cost, I actually wasn't worried about it at all. However, he wanted to exchange it for a more expensive name brand dog food, and felt like he shouldn't have to pay the difference. It wasn't even a situation where he was asking me to help, he was literally demanding that I give him the more expensive stuff for free.
Needless to say, I was not in the mood. He turned into the biggest asshole of the day. Screaming, throwing shit, called me a faggot, etc. Claimed he was veteran, and that I was unamerican for not giving him the more expensive bag of dog food for free because things have changed after 9/11.
And here it is, 25 years later, still sticks with me how giant of a cunt that sub-human scum was but also how much of a harbinger he was for the direction my country was heading.
The real question is: Do I care? And the answer is no. No I do not.
At random, these possum memes show up on my Lemmy feed. I should have subscribed a long time ago, but never did. Today I subscribe. Not because this meme is particularly better than the rest. But simply because this meme reminds me that these possum memes speak to my soul. I'm contemplating being a boomer and printing this out and hanging it on the wall.
As a kid I thought Brain was the shiznit, but as an adult I kinda wanna just be a Pinky.
This is my partner's behavior, even when his kids have/had friends over. No amount of coaxing or attempting to shame altered the behavior. But to give him credit, wearing briefs (aka tightie whities in my part of the world) is 110% improvement over my stepdad's behavior. He was a "sleep walker" who slept nude. I thank the heavens and David Bowie for this, but I only ever saw him nude once, it was from behind, and in near complete darkness.
I've only ever lived once place where there was a Target conveniently close, but it was in a shopping center that was an absolute nightmare to get into and out of. I would still order from them online here and there, mostly clothes. But the last few times I've ordered clothes online from Target, it's been absolute crap quality. My last order actually qualified as false advertising. I ordered a button up shirt. It turned out to be velcro, with only one or two buttons at the very top. And the shirt was so short, it exposed the bottom of my belly button. Prior to that, I ordered a pack of underwear that stunk so bad of chemicals, it made me nauseous.
So, regardless of all the other crap going on with Target, I'd already stopped shopping there.
Two words:
Leprechaun 4: In Space
Okay that's slightly more than two words.