made a comment on a fb thread showing mccartney waving a Ukranian flag onstage w the U.S. and British flags as well as a fucking pride flag a Ukranian woman commented that the pride flag had nothing to do w anything and that they don't agree w it in her country needless to say she was being pummeled mercilessly until the whole thing was deleted and she ended up pm'ing me to my surprise we talked for hours and her husband is off fighting in the war one of the most real and exhausting conversations i ever had on the internet i can't imagine and i certainly gained a perspective i could not have had previously
so much for being amped about seeing exciting movies wasn't expecting much from jurassic world except seeing some people get munched by dinosaurs but was i in for a some virtue signaling all these extra characters, who just happen to be black, seeing through the invisible corporate hate and doing the right thing over and over heroically ad nauseam blurting of "systemic" and "coexist" throughout the inane formulated simpleton dialogue and the dinosaurs mostly taking on an absurd anthropomorphic quality fully ruined it there weren't even any gruesome scenes just a screaming person and then an open mouth so not to offend anyone the whole movie the characters are stopping velociraptors, that just so happen to live amongst us now, by putting out their hand in a stop gesture i wanted to see the arm ripped off at the shoulder followed my screaming evisceration of him and his family no more blue skies and movies for this kid until Moonage daydream comes out in Sept oh and only slightly implied gayness although the cross dressing villian was over the top...was that a tranny?
Dinosaurs are the conservatives in the story. They trying to show kids that you can stop a predatory conservative by saying no means no and putting up your hand or waving your finger. In the past if you looked at a raptor funny it would get its buddies and hang u from your head. Now it's the raptors who have to look down and to the left when hue possessing men walk by. Because in thr land of al consuming giants the only men that can do anything are those with some hue manity. Everyone else is concerned with the sudden loss of their color green. Which they should be happy for. The green in your pocket removes the green from your soul. The more green you got the less green you are. Nobody likes being wet behind the ears. But if you gonna be green you got a choice. Reptile or amphibian. Protip: Choose amphibian. There's a comet coming and it's full of ice and fire and it's jetting down the milky way to make the biggest root beer shake that ever floated your boat. And while reptiles and amphibians have many outward similarities the way you know is to test them with something... funny. Then see which ones cheeks turn rubeficient. Reptiles skin don't change. No matter how much it shedim.
Finished Technical Analysis Explained. Tons of great information but holy shit was it a drag for several hundred pages. Book put me to sleep more than a couple of times. Tons of info about different methods and combinations of how to determine the trend of the market. Biggest takeaway I got from this book is volume, volume, volume. Volume matters.
Started reading 12 Rules for Life by Jordan Peterson. Listened to this a few times but this just hits differently when read. Might be my favorite read so far but I'm only a couple chapters in.
Why is the bidet not the standard for American households? Game changer Do they make blow dryers for toilets?
pretty sure they do but i couldn't agree more i had used one abroad but it didn't stick feels wrong when i need to go without now
Finished 12 Rules for Life. Absolutely my favorite book read so far. Not close. https://www.jordanbpeterson.com/great-books/ I am going to read all these books
That's a full 33 percent right there. That's enough to make even a third of the heveanly angels fall.
Once you cleaned your room and you run out of meth watch this video. Back in another life before DSP I spent a few years selling. So like you I was interested in these type of self help books. Except they always felt sleazy or forced or outright made up personas designed to sell books about teaching you how to sell books about how to sell books about selling books about sales. Eli Goldratt breaks it down like a video game while in a novel form that he publishes and after films as a movie. All without having to check into rehab after yelling at you for not having your shit together. I haven't read a book in like 7 years. I find it difficult now. I used to devour books. Now it's a chore. Wonder if I need glasses. Point being that I went looking for my copy of ITS NOT LUCK and started reading it again. It's been over 20 years since I first read it. Probably like 10 years since I last looked through it. But that used to be a passtime of mine. Think that's why I resisted the smart phones as long as I could. So thanks for posting about your reading list. It's oddly motivated me because I pulled out that book and it's already doing its work.
this guy is living somewhere in your house i just know it Love and hate, get it wrong She cut me right back down to size Sleep the day, let it fade Who was there to take your place No one knows, never will Mostly me, but mostly you What do you say, do you do When it all comes down There is no blame only shame When you beg you just complain The more I come more I try All police are paranoid So am I, so's the future So are you, be a creature What do you say do you do when it all comes down
That's right in the nostalgia. I was in college. Drinking and never sleeping. Spending every other weekend in tj dancing with hookers or west hollywood picking up drunk lesbians or exploring the wild lands of the inland empire drunk as a skunk wearing sunglasses on a moonless night racing cops on dark dirt roads with the headlights off and lots of places to hide. Yeehaw!!! I wonder if I could still hit those high notes in the chorus. Good part of living up here. Nobody can hear you scream at the top of your one decent lung. You saw my house after I had spent a couple weeks tearing it down. Removing carpets and wall paper and paneling. Just the stuff the ex had fixed up. I had to fuck it all up. Now I can remake it back in my image. Too bad I don't have an excavator and a wrecking ball. Although now it's turned into a dog house that I'm sharing with a bitch who gets mad at me for 3 days everytime I bathe and spray her.
