It isn’t about killing the idea. It’s about making it known that some shit erases you as being allowed to exist.

That way, even when it does crop up, everyone knows exactly what will happen.

The only good nazi is a dead nazi.

Not important to me. I dig the skullet I have, and the shape of my head works for me overall.

Plus, my beard is fucking epic :)

I love that reference :)

Used to be my grandfather.

The man had magnificent salt & pepper hair right up to his death, though the salt was well into taking over in his late seventies. Absolutely amazing hair. Alas, the genes for male pattern baldness hit me because that’s how it works.

Nah, as long as it isn’t significantly different, all that matters is that it isn’t going to irritate and rub.

Mind you, the more of a difference there is, the less comfortable it’s going to be in shoes, no matter what material it is.

You might run into the patch job wearing the surrounding fabric out faster if there’s a decent difference as well, but it isn’t like something that thin is going to last very long once a hole appears anyway.

Pretty much, yeah, though it doesn’t have to be low, iirc. It can come from higher in the throat, and thus sound higher pitched as well.

Isn’t that a version of fry?

Yeah, it’ll be a while yet

Mostly only instrumentals. I suck at singing, but it brings me joy, So I do it anyway.

That being said, there’s a few I can’t really sing along to most of. If we were vampires, by Jason isbell is one. There’s parts I can follow, but most of the song, my voice just breaks on, so I more just hum along with, or mouth the lyrics.

Fuck, I don’t even know for sure.

I think it was for a patient back in the early to mid nineties. I’m dubious on which patient, and whether or not that was the first time or just the first I remember.

If it’s the one I think, the guy had a stroke, and I knew pretty much right away what was going on, so I was dialing before I got to him (this was pre-cell phone ubiquity, so it was a cordless phone via landline). It’s kinda muddy in memory now, what with about two decades of other patients in similar situations, but I recall thinking “fuck, fuck, fuck” a lot while I was moving to him, and my heart pounding with the adrenaline of it.

Dude survived, and even partially recovered before another took him out.

However, it’s possible he wasn’t the first, and I’m mixing things up. But I’m mostly confident that I had never needed to use the service until I was working home health. Those early years blur really hard nowadays. I used to remember most of the patient’s names, stories they told, etc, but there’s rarely been opportunity to call on those memories, so they’ve faded.

Until I started having health issues of my own in my late thirties, I had never called 911 for anyone but a patient that I can recall. Even when I would witness something like a car wreck, someone else was already calling by the time I’d have been able to.

Generally though, since it was on the job, I was mostly focused on giving clear, concise information to expedite a fast and appropriate response. You default to training and let things go on autopilot so you can handle both the call and whatever help you’re providing. Like, you can’t think through CPR while also giving info to a dispatcher, monitoring the patient, and stuffing the emotional side of things down. There’s no room for thinking in any appreciable way.

I did have the fucking Beegees running through my head at one point though lol. Caught myself almost singing underneath the panting I was doing while trying to keep the pace up because all the instructors back then would use “staying alive” as the perfect rhythm for chest compressions.

That was still better than the first time I ever had to do CPR, but that’s a different subject.

Anyway, yeah, that’s what it was like that time, and I think it was the first.

I also remember the dispatcher having to ask me to repeat things because CPR is hard fucking exercise lol.

Thing is, most of the times i had to call 911 on the job were kinda dull? Heart attacks, falls, strokes, when you’re following procedures and are providing the kind of care you trained for, it doesn’t hit the same as when something is outside your training. Something like a plane crash, I’d have no clue what to do, so I expect I’d be wound up like a stolen watch. But basic first aid, CPR, that kind of thing, there’s not usually a reason to get worked up. It’s one of those things where the knowledge and familiarity really do make something that’s a major event on one hand just another day at work. You do the job, you do CPR and get EMS on the way, and then you go home.

There’s stuff that happened on the job that I never even mentioned when I’d get home because why would I? It was “just” another bad thing that got handled and was over. My best friend, it was only a few weeks ago that I mentioned having had human flesh fly in my mouth and get swallowed. You’d think I’d have had a story to tell when I got home, but nope. It happened, it was over, and I just wanted to chill and watch some tv, or play some d&d.

It’s fucking weird how my brain compartmentalized/s stuff like that. There’s this section that got labeled “weird work shit” that would only get pulled out when story time happened, and that wasn’t very common by that point.

It took really heavy shit for me to get home and want to talk about it. And by the time I was doing home health I had burnt out once or twice already in the nursing homes, so my threshold for heavy had shifted. You see enough death and misery, you don’t really get het up over a heart attack or stroke. So I don’t have many clear recollections of the 911 calls on the job.

Now, some of the other ones? Like when my parents had their heart attacks, or when I thought I was, those hit different. Mind you, I still compartmentalized the fuck out of it during the event, but I broke down hard once things were out of my hands. The 911 calls though, I was icy as fuck.

Tangential, but in the ER when a nurse was taking me back to my dad, she said that I seemed to be handling it really well because I cracked a joke of some kind. I didn’t even think, and said I was faking it until I could fall apart, which was the truth. I had crammed all the fear and worry down into a box in the corner so I could handle shit. And handle shit I did.

Then I went home and fell apart lol.

Human stupidty and arrogance.

Even when I share the purported beliefs of someone, the vast majority of people are so fucking smug and insistent on being right, that discussing politics ain’t likely with me.

Then, you run into the fact that people tend to treat it like an identity and just mouth what they think they’re supposed to believe without ever actually thinking about it. It isn’t even just the people that are raised in one party/bloc/whatever and stick with it. Even the ones that change allegiance tend to treat it as some kind of granfaloon, but not the harmless kind. Shit, that’s that case with unaffiliated people too, it isn’t limited to party members.

Like, yeah, we all think we’re right, but when that turns into smug self aggrandizement, fuck that.

That’s the shit that bothers me about politics, that people can’t just fucking chill and vote their conscience, they gotta be right, and feel superior about it.

That may not seem to be the kind of thing you’re asking about, but it’s one of the sessions those abysmal laws happen.

So it goes

It’s the astroturfing that’s objectionable.

I bet they even threw a party!

Lemon parties are always sexy

Well, I know someone that ended up banging their stepdaughter, though both were fully adult when they met. Both were women as well.

I also know two people that banged their step siblings. Well, I guess I technically know (or knew, anyway) 4 people since I did like their step siblings. In both cases, it was hetero sex, but one of the two couples were in love and ended up married. The other couple, it was a “fun” thing, nor a serious one and they only did it a few times.

The pair that got married met in their late teens and didn’t do anything sexual until they moved out. Or, that’s what they said.

The other pair were in their thirties when their parents married and didn’t meet until the wedding. Someone supposedly cracked a joke that they’d end up married now, which did not come true, but it set the idea in both their heads (again, supposedly).

I suppose the tropes of the plumber/repairman thing has to happen at least occasionally in a world of billions. Plus, I kinda got into roughly equivalent situations a few times qhen doing home health work, though it wasn’t the same as the tropes, just people taking an interest and me having to make a difficult decision regarding sex with the family of a patient, and it was essentially a hell no every time.

But, if that can happen to my sasquatch looking ass, it could happen to anyone, and without the professional boundaries in place, there’s no reason it couldn’t lead to sex.

Lack of core function, and no sign of future updates in this case.

I’d also apply the term to other situations, such as a github page being taken down without any word from development about it, or similar.

Or, if an app is otherwise functional, but can’t be installed/accessed via apk/app store (like the keyboard app swype that works fine, but you have to jump through hoops to install on newer android versions and is no longer listed in any store)

As others have said, it isn’t dead, but don’t expect any future support or updates.

Ahhhh, iirc, it’s one he built himself.

It’s actually come up in comics before, more than once if my mind isn’t playing tricks.

I don’t doubt that he would have at least taken lessons from open source type projects if Linux doesn’t directly exist in the comic universe.

I felt bad about only making a joke and not being useful, so I used my “phone a friend” safety and asked for a quick, general purpose link.

https://bound-together.net/bdsm-for-beginners-the-complete-roadmap/

I was told that page is “good enough” for someone curious, but not yet active, and could even be a nice refresher for experienced people.