I can get dried california reaper peppers at the grocery store near my place. I either stir in or top most my food with slivers of the pepper. Literally almost every meal. I use scissors to cut them. As someone who likes their spicy food, well, spicy, the amount of basic red pepper that I’d need to get to the heat level I want means I’m basically drowning the food in the flavor of red pepper. By using a super hot pepper instead, I can get a lot of heat without much actual change in the flavor of the food because it doesn’t take that much.

Definitely debt.

I played the first game way, way back. At the very least, I remember completing it, and liking it. So fast forward several years, the game goes on sale plenty, and I’ve forgotten nearly all of it, but remembered I liked it. So why not play it again, right? Picked it up for cheap, and just could not get into it. I tried a couple times even, but I just can’t for some reason.

Do not give the captcha bots anymore bad ideas than they already have, thanks.

I have not, Mr. Crow. I know I should, and I even agree they are good for me. But I have not. For a few weeks. And I think it’s getting to me, Mr. Crow. Yes, Mr. Crow, the psych doc knows, in fact we just talked about it today. No, I don’t know why I just up and stopped, Mr. Crow. Here, have a grape.

I lost my internet for a couple of months a while back. That sucked. Since then I will track down stuff I like and save it if I can. I live alone, so not like anyone else is going to use my PC.

I preface this by stating I am not a parent, so if you want to take my words with a grain of salt, fine. But overall, I don’t see anything inherently wrong with a senior befriending a freshman. Like, I understand your caution, but as long as the older person is decent, it’s really just fine. Being wary is one thing, but I wouldn’t step in and force a seperation or anything unless some bad signs crop up first. If your wife and daughter are both on the same side, and they’re close to one another, then I think that’s all the more reason you should just step back and wait and see for now.

Or, you just wind up having no memory, and nothing to jog your memory, cause straight up, the human brain is not capable of holding onto it all. There is certainly something to be said for living in the moment, but to condemn picture taking entirely is dumb.

The movie, Aliens, plural, the James Cameron one, is utter trash. It is not a sci-fi hallmark of any sort. It is garbage that is a total slog to watch and should be lauded as terrible taste from the 80s. Even the much shat on AvP franchise, with it’s especially looked down on Requiem, is better than the shit Cameron shat out.

The classic style MMO, laden with hotkeys and hotbars, fetch quests, and grindingly gathering resources, needs to be taken 'round the barn and shot. This includes such megahits from WoW to FFXIV.

Dark Souls/Elden Ring was never good, and was only ever “okay,” at best, and never worth full price.

I’ll take my downvotes, now, thanks.

In keeping things in the spirit of petty problems, there has got to be a better way to remove hair than dragging a razor over ones skin or having the hair ripped out with wax. But I’m too dumb to realize the solution.

Too late, kicked in two weeks ago and I’m still stuck.

PTSD and trauma victims gobbling the pills like mad, the skills are just a bonus

I’d give away two years for expert knowledge in two areas: a painter and illustrator artist, and a successful stock broker. Fuck off from work and win at the market to cover expenses, spend the rest of my time creating whatever the hell I want with my art.

My mind seems to favor the negative memories, focuses on them, and I forget the good ones as they are no longer referenced. So I really don’t care which years I lose.

An autistic wallflower becomes the latest in a line of clones for the god-emperor. Long philosophical rambling ensues as the wallflower continues to just let bad shit happen to him without ever just walking away or speaking up.

I hate that this is true. At this point it’s so ingrained in me that one leads to the other, that just smelling coffee will make me have to go. It’s a godamn Pavlov’s Coffee. I just want to drink my caffeine in peace, damn it.

Toss me in with the “there isn’t one,” lot. You do or you don’t do, and the brain keeps thinking until it doesn’t. But I guess if I had to slap one on there, it’d be one of the most basic-level things that most all successful forms of life achieve: to propogate.

You exist because for hundreads of thousands of years things fucked, fucked, and fucked some more, until you got fucked into existance. Now go, continue the cycle, the fuckening must go on.

Why not do both?
colonizing and plundering of resources intensifies

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My negative thoughts, mostly. Even if you don’t believe in do-gooder fallacious platitudes like “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all,” the truth of the matter is it eases social instances to just not bring negativity to the table unless it’s really needed (which is usually to shut someone down who’s being an asshole, or seriously weighing pros and cons of something.)

Boxed stuffing has been on sale and I cannot stop buying it. I have eaten 10 boxes of stuffing in under 2 weeks. I have 6 more boxes left, and they will probably be gone by, like, next monday. I spice it up with california reaper slivers. I’m sure the 4 tbsp of butter per box is killing me, but I can’t bring myself to care, whether because it’s too good or I’m too depressed.

When the sale first started, there was plenty of chicken, pork, turkey, and cornbread boxes at the store. Then the chicken ran out. Then the pork ran out. And I guess people just don’t want Turkey and Cornbread, and then I thought about it, and you know, turkey on thanksgiving really is just like, the biggest sham.

Chicken is the superior poultry. Which is why it’s readily available nearly everywhere all the time. People like it, its good. Meanwhile, turkey gets the “it’s healthier but doesn’t taste as good,” label. Like, wtf actually wants turkey bacon over pork bacon. Or turkey slices on a sandwhich instead of ham, salami, pepperoni, roast beef, corned beef, or half a dozen other lunch meats.

But once a year, families get together and really just insist and pretend this jumbo sized foul fowl really is just oh so delicious and totally worth the pain in the ass cooking time and work. Then the other 364 days of the year people drop the act and just get a rotisserie chicken when they want a full bird.

No. I think it will get far less coverage than it should, will get pushed out of the news cycle early, and Trump won’t be held accountable. The only way anything happens is that someone who’s pissed off makes another assassination attempt and lands the shot this time.