Let’s start with everything and go from there, shall we?

Exactly.

What an idiotic take.

“Celebrity” worship has existed since the dawn of cinema. Star Power is what brings people into the theatres.

People have always wanted to know all the salacious gossip about their favourite celebs, and that’s what makes Hollywood go around; they want to fell like they “know” their favourite actor/director etc…

For example:

• The only reason anyone remembers "Mr. And Mrs. Smith is because its the movie that gave us Brangelina and broke up Pitt and Aniston.
• “The Whale” was a mediocre movie at best that won awards in part because of Brendan Frasier’s comeback after being shunned in Hollywood.
• Martin Sheen being legitimately drunk and cutting open his hand created an iconic scene in Apocalypse Now.

I could go on and on. Point is, actors being themselves into the roles that they play.

You can’t replace that with soulless homunculi that have no life off screen.

Corporations are not your friend. Ethics plays no part in it. It’s economics. If they price themselves out of the competition, that’s their problem, not yours.

Can anyone make out what the piece of paper says?

I vote the Fediverse just invents it’s own fake language, like Esperanto, or French.

No one can tell me that Leavitt wasn’t desperately trying to avoid winking when she said “shots will fly”. That smug look on her face said everything.

They’re super confident and cocky in their incometence. And why wouldn’t they be? No one…literally NO ONE…has called them out on it.

He’s just thinking 'Hey…if she takes a shot to the belly, it’s an easy abortion for Elon’s latest bastard child"

zed of course.

Don’t argue with Meredith Rodney McKay.

Favourite: Chick Peas

Least: Fava beans

Wasn’t it leaked in a memo that Trump was planning some kind of “confrontation” at the dinner?

Is anyone stupid enough to believe this asshole?

Anything by Bear McCreary.

Black Sails is my personal favourite.

https://youtu.be/XFTcA4QLHw0

But, welp, it’s been a long while since I tinkered with Kerbal Space Program.

My desktop went to the big compost bin in the sky a couple of months ago and I’m just about at the point where I’ve saved enough for a replacement, and KSP is literally the first thing I’m itching to dive into when I do.

In both models, the rings are way to small. The speed at which they would need to spin would create an unacceptably large imbalance between the gravity at the person’s feet and the gravity at the person’s head. You’re astronauts would be puking 24/7.

Have they tried going “pssss–pssss-pssss-psssss-psssss” and scratching it behind the ears?

I’ve had times when I’ve felt exactly the same. And the conclusion that I’ve come to, and the mantra that I repeat to myself is:

“Who you are, What you do, and how you pay your bills” don’t need to be the same thing. And in fact you don’t want them to be.

Two out of the three is fine. But all three being the same should be avoided like the plague.

After 9/11 completely tanked my planned career in Near Eastern Classical Archaeology, I floated around for a bit. Got some IT certs, but mostly have worked a series of crappy retail management gigs. And yeah…for a long time, it bothered the fuck out of me. It didn’t help that I suffered from depression. But I get that same “what’s the point feeling”.

But I’ve also written for my entire life, and I have a number of things that I’m become decent to good at over the years that I’ve used for passion projects. I was bored so I learned video editing and use those skills on other people’s low budget projects. I have a decent level of Blender knowledge and I enjoy flight simming, so I spend a lot of time creating aircraft for X-Plane. Both of those have netted me very minor amounts of money through paypal donations, etc… But that’s secondary to doing something that I love because I don’t need them to pay my bills for me.

So while retail management is how I pay my bills, it’s not who I am and it’s not what I do. In fact I tried doing the freelance writing thing for a bit and I ended up miserable because What I do and How I pay the bills became the same thing and it stopped being fun.

Retail management pays my bills, and allows me the free-time necessary to pursue my passions in my free time.

Long story short, and I apologize if you don’t find this helpful at all, but you’re biggest disservice to yourself is thinking that “working at Walmart” is who you are. It’s not. It’s just how you pay the bills so that you can pursue your actual talents on a full belly.

Look…I’m not saying forever. But for now, just do whatever France and Spain say.

They’re the only ones in this whole fucking debacle that aren’t trying to hedge their bets by licking Trump’s peen while slowly taking only measures that won’t trigger him.

They’re the only ones who have very correctly realized that the U.S. needs the E.U. far more than the E.U. needs them.

Should have gone on a livestream. There’s fetishists for everything I’m assuming.

I’m the Trump-whisperer: Here’s the translation

“Might” = “Most definitely will”

“if” = “Regardless of whether or not”

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Exactly. I think this is what we’ve fundamentally lost in our communities. People helping neighbours.

We’re all taught to distrust one another and to be self-sufficient, but that’s never how our society evolved in the first place. Cities evolved because cooperation was needed. Division of labour, etc…

I’m lucky that I live in a small city that still mostly has some of that going on. But it’s getting more rare every year. Elderly lady that lived across the alley from me had too small a backyard for her usual garden, so I said she was free to use mine because I wasn’t needing the space for anything. In return, I got to know my neighbour, and I got veggies come harvest time. She unfortunately passed away two years ago, and the young family that bought the house…haven’t even met them yet; they ignore eye contact whenever we’re both outside.

Maybe I’m just weird because I grew up in the country. We had a small acreage within a cluster of small acreages. And we all knew each other. The family down the way was a mechanic looking at our vehicles for us. When hay baling needed to be done, we would all pitch in and help. My dad was a construction worker, so he’d go help the neighbours build stuff. It’s just how it was for us.