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self_made_human
amaratvaṃ prāpnuhi, athavā yatamāno mṛtyum āpnuhi
3d ago
Eh? I'm slightly hurt that you'd lump the two of us together. Is it because we're Indian?
On a more serious note, we do not moderate the non-CWR daily threads very strongly. They are explicitly chill places. I find it unfair for @ToaKraka to call me out when several of his legal briefs stretch the definition of "fun" on a Friday (as much as I personally enjoy them). The effort rules are not enforced here, nor is much effort needed or expected.
If I was going to rules-lawyer this, and I don't care to, I could trivially throw a question on at the end. Should I go out with a woman who will bite me?
07mk
3d ago
I didn't finish Hogwarts Legacy because it turned out not to be my type of game, but I also recall that the student body seemed rather more diverse than what one would expect there in the early 20th century, with one student who was a major supporting character coming from some wizarding school in Africa.
SubstantialFrivolity
I'm not even supposed to be here today
3d ago
Pascal is an odd choice of favorite language. That alone should've tipped you off that you were dealing with a crazy girl. Also... Python? That's the most basic bitch language choice I can imagine, next you're going to tell me that about your great love of pumpkin spice and Ugg boots.
(great post btw, you certainly succeeded at having an entertaining day)
iprayiam3
3d ago
Yeah as a mod, I think you shouldn’t do this. You and vanilla increasingly take up a larger and larger share of the overall site content as your personal slice of life blogs, which is… fine. But at least have the courtesy not to shit all over any sense of structure on the site to do so. Especially not while also policing others for their usage of the site
celluloid_dream
3d ago
I like that anecdote, because if she opens with 1. Pascal (!?) and you counter with 1. ...Python (??) you have already lost. She is satisfied because at this point, checkmate is a foregone conclusion. Maybe the growling should have tipped you off that you were dealing with a creature of legend. Some animal-spirit of the old internet. I wonder, if her boyfriend hadn't shown up, just how far into the dark woods you'd have followed..
birb_cromble
3d ago
back to anti trump posts every third post
If you ever find yourself in a fey mood, track the usernames on those. At any given time, 95% of the Trumpposting seems to come from around three dozen accounts that publish dozens of posts per day, with no real pauses for things like sleep.
birb_cromble
3d ago
How many people even know that it has a social media element to begin with?
In the last few years, imgur made it increasingly difficult to share a bare image link. They redirect you to their full site whenever possible, and the "social" features are quite prominent. It's hard to miss.
This change corresponds with my decreased use of the site. The user base is... "Opinionated" and "passionate" would be charitable terms. Wishing death by starvation on me and people like me was popular for a while.
birb_cromble
3d ago
These points are where most progressive art falters. It slavishly follows a set of predefined norms, instead of the artist’s opinions; it drowns itself in politics and analogy;
Interestingly, it feels like doing the exact opposite of this this is how the best "Social Justice" episodes of Star Trek excel. They'll take a topic where the audience will reflexively pattern-match to modern social issues, but then the writers take careful effort to never break the fourth wall and point out the comparison. They never use obvious terms that would make the viewer take a side. They maintain plausible deniability the whole time.
I think a lot of it comes down to the fact that back when the older series were produced, those ideas were genuinely subversive, and you had to have both skill and subtlety to avoid getting fired. That's not really the case anymore, so the material ends up looking like a fun house mirror version of world war II propaganda entertainment.
self_made_human
amaratvaṃ prāpnuhi, athavā yatamāno mṛtyum āpnuhi
3d ago
You're not my dad! I just tend to use whichever thread is newest.
self_made_human
amaratvaṃ prāpnuhi, athavā yatamāno mṛtyum āpnuhi
3d ago
https://www.rmwilliams.com/uk/comfort-craftsman-boot-black-yearling-leather.html
Like these, but 5% the price.
ToaKraka
Dislikes you
3d ago
You accidentally posted this in the Sunday Small Questions Thread rather than in the Friday Fun Thread.
throwaway-7742
4d ago
What are these boots you were wearin'?
4bpp
Now I am become a Helpful, Honest and Harmless Assistant, the destroyer of jobs
4d ago
I am currently in a fairly god-forsaken corner of Germany, but have previously lived in the northeastern US and various other parts of Europe including places that appeared to have other Mottizens. I just always assumed that offline meetups would not even be proper to suggest since everyone here has so much life-ending dirt on each other.
self_made_human
amaratvaṃ prāpnuhi, athavā yatamāno mṛtyum āpnuhi
4d ago
Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action. Four times? That is something worse, because it means you are no longer the victim of enemy action, you are the enemy.
Which is how I found myself back at the gay bar, Thursday afternoon, for the fourth time.
The precipitating event was that my great-aunt and uncle had kicked me out of their house. Not maliciously, just because they were headed off to a doctor's reunion and I was surplus to requirements. I got back to Small Scottish City early in the day, contemplated going home, realized that if I did I would immediately fall asleep, and decided that the most energy-efficient adaptation was to go to the pub instead.
After all, interesting things happen to me at pubs. Or near me. Or in the general vicinity of my alcohol intake. The strongest argument I have ever encountered for alcoholism is not “you will get drunk” but “your life will suddenly become narratively compelling.”
At first this seemed like a mistake. The pub was almost empty, populated only by open-minded pensioners and their dogs. I sighed, resigned myself to wasting an afternoon, and nursed my drink. Then a clearly homeless man approached me and asked me out for a cup of coffee. I declined as politely as possible, partly because I am a nice person, partly because he might own a hatchet. He left without making a scene. I congratulated myself on my social skills, only to realize that the bartender and another man were looking at me like I had just wandered into the lion enclosure at the zoo.
“Did you notice me gesturing for you to turn him down?” the man asked. I had not, but I did have enough sense to avoid dates with the local homeless population.
This led to conversation, which was my true reason for being there in the first place. He bought me shots. He established, through delicate diplomacy, that neither of us were gay. We achieved male platonic bonding, greatly expedited by enthusiastic consumption of many a pint.
My new friend turned out to be a powerlifter, the sort of man who looked like his caloric intake could power a small town. Once professional, now semi-retired, due to a catastrophic equipment failure that had peeled muscle off his shoulder like wallpaper. A dramatic backstory, but not the point of the evening.
Because then she arrived.
She was small, Scottish, and shook my hand like she was trying to break rocks. When I commented, she doubled down and attempted to break my wrist. She did not succeed, but she earned points for enthusiasm.
This somehow segued into my powerlifter friend demonstrating a painful finger manipulation “trick.” He insisted it was unbearably painful and irresistibly attractive to women. I remained stoic, both because I am stoic, and because one cannot weep in front of cute girls.
She was not just cute. She was feral. My friend introduced her as autistic, with the weary tone of someone disclaiming liability for whatever happened next. This was misleading. She should have been introduced as “raised by wolves” and “possessing an oral fixation.” My friend reported that she occasionally bit him, entirely unprompted. I watched him roll up his sleeves to reveal a fading bruise. I must confess that I was not entirely unamused.
She was also a programmer. She told me her favorite language was Pascal. I told her mine was Python. She seemed satisfied. She told me she owned a Quest 3 and spent time in VR Chat. I confessed I had briefly tried VR Chat on a Quest 2 and given up after five minutes of confusion. She seemed even more satisfied.
Her energy was relentless. She taught me nursery games that appeared to consist of throwing gang signs. She complimented my boots. I told her they were from Primark for twenty quid. She remained impressed. She said she had grown up with horses.
Then, apropos of nothing, she performed her pièce de résistance: unhooking her bra under her hoodie, for the sole purpose of producing armpit farts. I did not know how to classify this. It was certainly flirting, as her friend pointed out. She denied it, then resumed flirting.
By this point we had wandered into open-mic night. The bartender and my powerlifter friend both warned her to control her “enthusiasm.” I knew disaster was imminent.
The poetry was… adequate. Some of it was even good. I applauded. I considered performing Howl. Then she growled.
This was not a figurative growl. This was not a playful growl. This was a sound that promised a future career in death metal. The poet on stage nearly fainted. She was shushed. She promised to behave. She growled again thirty seconds later. She was warned again.
Eventually she was ejected. The bartender dragged her outside, delivered a scolding, and sent her away in tears. She stumbled off into the rougher part of town. Nobody else seemed to care. I sighed, followed, and caught up.
She told me she was fine. I asked if she wanted a cab. She declined. At this point, a man materialized. He was impossibly tall, impossibly thin, with glasses that could be used for astronomical observation. He stared at my boots with the intensity of a man hypnotized. He stammered that she did not need my help. She looked away. I left her with him.
Back at the bar, I learned he was her boyfriend. I asked where he had been during her performance. The consensus was that he had been hiding in a corner, avoiding human contact. They probably deserve each other.
I had another drink, made more friends, and went home when I realized I was past inebriated and into alcohol poisoning territory. The next day I was still drunk, and the day after that I'm. still hungover. Interesting things happen at pubs. This particular story also involves the powerlifter, going to a particular raucous club, a very fetching leather jacket, too much booze, and meeting two single moms, one sensible and the other not. I will, probably, write about it when I'm fully sober.
(The first girl? She'd taken my number at some point during that long night, I'm in touch, we'll see how this goes. I know that is a bad idea, but I like to live dangerously.)
I used to join some boxing and Muay Thai trainings a long time ago. When I was actively training and sparring boxing I really liked the feeling that I had some idea how to stand up for myself if anything happened. Also nowadays I am in meh shape (but not horrible, I run and play tennis) and nothing ever got me as fit as regular sparring so I really would like to pick up a fighting sport again. I would like something where I can train against other people with some force without getting concussions (so no more boxing, I used to have bad headaches after sparring rounds..) and without kicking (very injury-prone in my experience, also some orthopedic problems making this uncomfortable for me).
I will probably drop by a nearby BJJ gym later today to check it out. There is one Gracie gym and one independent well-reviewed gym in my neighborhood. I have some doubts though: BJJ looks like memorizing a fuck ton of technique of dubious value without the constraints of the sport (hitting, biting, gauging etc). Also I am afraid the classes will be a long series of "technique/combo of the day" without long term structure as I often found martial arts classes to be, and I will lose interest.
I know a bunch of people here do casual martial arts so I am fishing for some recommendations. I live in decent size city so I could probably find a gym for most things you recommend.
Edit: just went to my first class and apparently it was cancelled. Great start
Tophattingson
4d ago
Horror is slowly lifting the cover but for monsters, so we already do that outside the context of porn.
Tophattingson
4d ago
OF is actually a British site, though this is an easy mistake to make since the UK does not otherwise have big internet startups, and is instead known for cracking down on internet porn.
Yeah I love Triple-Q but hadn't heard that one before...maybe it's time to go through everything again.
philosoraptor
4d ago
Which specific leagues do you mean? "The majors" in baseball means MLB, full stop (it's right in the name!), and that is decidedly not the lifestyle you're describing. Even a guy who's only in the majors for about two weeks a season and playing minor pro the rest of the time, making league minimum in the majors but not necessarily the minors, would pull down north of $100,000 a season (nearly half of it for the stints in the majors), plus a lot of all-expenses-paid travel involving good hotels and catering. So I assume you must mean something different from what you said.
naraburns
nihil supernum
4d ago
If you click your username at the top right (on a desktop web browser, not sure on phones), under "Settings" there is a "Website Theme" dropdown, which includes several different color schemes, including "dark."
aldomilyar
4d ago
I feel like Foot Fetish is its own kinda weird thing where it's either a hard yes or a hard no for people. Maybe I'm totally off-base but I don't think it's the sort of fetish you slippery slope on it's more binary and inbuilt.
faul_sname
Fuck around once, find out once. Do it again, now it's science.
4d ago
Sure, a cup of coffee is great, but we couldn't survive on coffee berries alone
I think a diet of 90% coffee cherries, 10% beef liver would be survivable though.
This also brought me completely out of the experience. There are mods to fix it but I haven’t got around to trying them.
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