Desperately need them to get letterboxed, spelling bee and strands on there, too. I play every night, and it just feels wrong not being able to play right now

I’d invest in a drinking vessel with a lid, perhaps. And also, one of those zappers shaped like a tennis racket in case of dangerous critters. Or maybe one of the vacuum style ones if you’re more a catch and release type

I might not be the best one to reply, but that “we’re a family” shit irritates me.

“If we’re a big family here, then you, and my coworkers, need to accept me as I am. This is who I am, this is how much I smile, and this is how much I socialize. Please, we my family, accept that.”

Yeah, the main character was based off of an ex girlfriend, who was a major goth/vamp girl, and Jewish.

Two thing:

1, mistletoe? Was unaware of that lore.

B, when I worked nightshift security, I wrote an urban fantasy novel (that has since been lost :( ), in the form of security log entries about a guard working at a warehouse in a world with ooky spookies everywhere. Tons of funny shit, but my favorites were the feral werewolf pups that would occasionally get inside, and had to be scared off with the vacuum cleaner.

Also, the vampires who were sitting shiva for themselves.

The ghosts who were haunting the warehouse, but only on weekends and holidays, as a vacation.

I need to rewrite it. It was honestly some of my best writing

Thanks for the visceral reminder to the first time I saw the lemon party :(

No, no, no, When life gives you lemons, don’t ~~ make lemonade~~ get whores.

When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I’m the man who’s gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

That’s really interesting! In the us, I lived extremely rural, without running water or electricity for several years. If we needed to do anything, we had to crank up a generator and use shitty satellite Internet in the beginning. After a while we got a few small/cheap solar panels and a couple car batteries we ran stuff off of.

Look at Mr. I Can Last 20 Minutes over here.

Bragger

There have been nights when I definitely would have preferred indeterminately many genitalia, but to be honest, on a few occasions, one genetalius would have been preferable. Sometimes there are just too many verpi and not enough gurgustia.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen “genital” in the singular before, and now I’m trying to determine what qualifies as a singular genital and not the whole set of genitals.

I’m curious, how does that work for people from remote villages? India still have a pretty large population who live traditional lifestyles with limited access to the Internet, don’t y’all? Do they have the option of more traditional paper documents, or do they have to find a computer somewhere to use for certain things?

Reminds me of a Buddhist parable, but I’m driving so I’ll post it in a bit. Lol.

Found it. Not exactly the version I remember. Iirc, the one I heard was from Vivekananda, but same general story. Here ya go

[ Monk was walking alongside a stream when he saw a Scorpion struggling in the water. Knowing that scorpions cannot swim, he quickly plunged into the water to rescue it.

Carefully, he picked the Scorpion up with his fingers and walked to the bank. Just when he was about to set the Scorpion down, it turned and stung his hand. The Monk being in pain drew his hand back and as a result the Scorpion was flung back into the stream.

When the Monk realized what happened, he went back into the water and picked up the Scorpion once again. But just as the Monk was about to set the Scorpion down, he was again stung on the hand by it. This scene repeated several times until the Monk finally saved the Scorpion.

A little boy was playing by the stream when he witnessed this whole incident. Being confused, he asked the Monk, “Excuse me. Why do you keep trying to save that Scorpion? It stings you every time you try to rescue it.”

The Monk replied, “Dear boy, just as it is the water’s nature to make me wet, so it is the nature of the Scorpion to sting. And just as it is the Scorpion’s nature to sting, it is my nature to save.”

](https://screeble.com/blog/2016/12/16/meaningful-story-monk-scorpion/#google_vignette)

Such a fucking boss move, honestly.

I honestly don’t know how I’d get it until it comes back. I can download through the podcast app, but until then, to my knowledge, it’s completely lost anywhere other than archive.org Even the original blog it was posted to back in 2010 doesn’t have the audiofiles anymore, just links to the archive.org

I use a podcast app, and apparently it pulls from there. I never knew before it went down. But I tried a bunch of different apps over the course of this, and they all pull from that.

I realize it’s like the least important aspect of this, but yay! My podcast is back! I listen to Lawrence Manzo’s Mahabharata podcast every night to go to sleep, and I haven’t slept well since the attack

No, not gross. Before I knew I was gay it more frustrating than anything. Like, I knew this was sexual, I knew I wanted to enjoy it, and I knew it made me horny. But it wasn’t enough to cross than line into, like, getting me there and being enjoyable. It wasn’t until I found my brother’s porn magazines that I really enjoyed porn, and that was because of the guys in it, and a few erotic stories in them written from women’s POV. I still didn’t realize I was gay or that it was the guys getting me there until one day, when I was like 13/14 and I had a blackberry. I found a site that had nude pictures of celebrities (some blog, not like a dedicated site), and there were (I’m assuming fake) nudes or Kirk Cameron on a boat. OMG, I got off so hard, and then went into full panic when I realized what that meant. Spent the next few years trying to figure out how to undo it. Lol.

My dad got these black market cable boxes from one of his less than reputable friends way back when. We got literally everything, including full porn channels that weren’t scrambled. They were technically blocked by my parents, but the family pincode was well known.

I used to watch the porn channels and never could figure out why they were so… Meh for me. Turns out, very gay. Lol

Once my parents split up we didn’t have those boxes anymore, and I used to watch Cat House and went through the same “why is this so frustratingly close to being good” experience lol

There are three lights!