

I feel like this is something I’d hear discussed on the Park After Dark podcast (Trailer Park Boys thing, now with 100% less Bubbles for obvious reasons)
Enthusiastic sh.it.head


I feel like this is something I’d hear discussed on the Park After Dark podcast (Trailer Park Boys thing, now with 100% less Bubbles for obvious reasons)
Just when I thought I was done with it forever, back to topics in Digital Humanities I go. Surely differences in generational attitudes towards AI art is something someone in a DH department has been diving deep on these days…
‘Ordinary’ is doing a lot of work here. I can think of a lot of ordinary people I’ve met who hate AI art. Seems more accurate to say that not everyone is put off by it.
Does seem to be a generational element though, with older generations not caring as much. Case in point is one of the pinball places here. The owner’s been an AI art enthusiast for a while, younger folks hate it to the point that they’ll actively avoid the place, the older ‘I was a pinball wizard in the 80s’ crowd don’t seem as bothered.


This may set the groundwork for an uncomfortable discussion of your parents’ personal life these days.
[Said, obviously, not knowing the condition of your parents]


And for me (just to illustrate individual difference, do what works for you my friend), over time the dosage window that’s pro-social gets narrower and narrower, to the eventual point that a one-hitter induces muteness that’s only overcome if alcohol’s added to the equation. Switching up strains helps for a bit, but eventually ends up the same way.
Actually find I’m way better at socialization when no weed is involved at all these days. Do wonder how much of my social issues around weed are chemical v. behavioural - seems to make sense that if most of your smoking time is spent zoning out to the TV, or even just quietly locked in doing chores, that behaviour might carry over in other settings. But idk.
looks at this
looks at chicken uncurse from a couple weeks ago
Motherfucker did I get cursed again?? What the hell did I do??
Appreciate the save though, lil’ magical capybara.

Benefits: free body hair grooming (don’t mind that the razor is rusty)
How I do it: Make text, create a new background layer, make the same text but slightly bigger in the colour you want your outline to be, align background text as needed. Save as .png and import into new image if you’re looking to add the outlined text to somewhere else (though I suppose you can just merge layers, I do my crap in fits and spurts so I often prefer having the little pieces as discrete files so it’s easier to come back to it. Also I’ve fucked up and merged when I probably shouldn’t have a LOT).
Takes some futzing about for sure but that’s part of the fun for me.
Edit: Super shitty outline done just by doing the same font size bolded in black. Can obviously be done much better but you’ll get the idea.

If you’re only playing one instrument at a time, you are not a band.
If you are indeed a one man band, I wanna hear your stuff. Edit: actually, even if you’re not a one man band.
Manhood, throbbing, pgs 1-320
(This is what I imagine indexes would look like in your trashier historical romance novels)

Don’t mind the copy-paste at all, and I happen to (more or less) agree with the statement as is.
My counterpoint is despite these pressures, it is something you do not have to accept for yourself, but not at the expense of violating the trust of someone you promised you’d be monogamous with. You can be poly, you can swing, you can have mistresses/whatever the masculine equivalent word is, whatever. But you have to be honest in your romantic/sexual dealings, so people can make choices that are appropriate for them with a full understanding. And if you are in a relationship where you can’t be honest, then IMO you need to get out. Nothing good will come from staying, and much worse can come from cheating.
I will admit, however, that I have not been in a abusive relationship in the strictest sense of the term (what’s a little financial abuse and gaslighting between friends - I’d put an emoji here but can’t find one bitter enough. I understand what you mean though), and that does inform/limit my perspective.
We may need to agree to disagree here.

Then don’t enter into relationships where that’s a rule, or negotiate alternatives 🤷♂️
I’m not going to say there aren’t circumstances where cheating is understandable, but it’s still a bad thing to do, even in the scenario you describe. Taking the abused and neglected cheating partner’s perspective - what happens when your partner finds out? What happens when someone else finds out and uses this information to blackmail you? Are you really going to be better off than you would’ve been making and executing an escape plan instead?
Cheating almost always outs. Everyone thinks they’re going to be the exception, but by definition few are. If you’re unhappy in your relationship, either get all people in the relationship onboard to start addressing that, or leave. If leaving is going to create problems, prepare in advance to address those problems. IMO you’ll be better off for it v. cheating.

Imagine you have a relationship where one of the rules each person is expected to follow is “Do not have sex with other people.” You both agreed to it. Then you find out the other person broke it. Trust is gone.
This would be different than someone saying “Hey, I know we agreed to this rule, but can we revisit that?” and having a grownup discussion about ENM alternatives, where someone has the opportunity to say that is a dealbreaker for them or declare boundaries that make this OK with them.
Nonmonogamy is cool if everyone is aware and onboard. Fuck cheaters. If you’re going to claim monogamy without actually being monogamous, don’t enter into a relationship on those terms and save everyone the grief/waste of time/psychological damage.
smoking my joint and sipping my beer no
[Real talk though, know your substance, use test kits, and know contraindications to avoid. Be safe y’all]
If I recall correctly, a lot of the gastric stuff is due to chitin in the cell walls, which humans generally can’t digest. Probably also related to the fact that most people eat them dry. I could be entirely repeating bro science, idk.
People have reported making tea with the mushrooms (unlike THC, psilocybin is water-soluble), or soaking them in lemon juice (idea, I think, is that the acidity breaks up the cell walls a bit more) prior to ingestion helps. Don’t trust me, though, look into these independently if it’s of interest.

More a series of cosmically hilarious but directly infuriating/extremely disappointing events upending the plans of myself and people I care most about, delaying a series of very important life events.
eyes this comment suspiciously, knife hand at the ready
Later: reads about European Hornets in Vermont, slowly but not entirely lowering knife hand

Most years I enjoy it, this year someone’s liable to get throat-chopped. March has drained my tolerance for shenanigans (which is a shame, as I usually love shenanigans).
Not comfortable enough to wear a sundress I guess, but if there wasn’t a cultural element that could create a problem, I would wear the fuck out of those breezy robes you see Muslim guys wearing to mosque in the summer.
It’s fucking hot and I trust the fashion choices of people from desert climates. A good idea is a good idea. I have watched these guys while sweating my balls off with severe envy before.
The day I’m told by an Imam “Dude, no one would give a fuck”, I’m making a purchase.


There’s a lot of stuff I want to do in the U.S. There’s a lot of people who are kind and welcoming, and I’d love to meet them and have cool experiences. There’s a lot of small/midtier bands I’d love to see live, who never ever cross the border. I’d love to go to Burning Man proper and see what that’s like. I want to get wasted on Bourbon Street. I want to hang out in Palm Springs, and reap the benefits of being one of the few straight single guys doing so. I want to go to a tiki bar in a country where they take that shit real seriously.
I’m still. not. fucking. going. Even a layover is undesirable.
Mountain climbing? Maybe.
Cave diving? Nope nope nope, fuck that. Fuck spelunking too if it involves more than crouching a little bit.