I was already fading during SHIVA, before the changeover, but I’ve stopped almost completely. There stopped being anything (1) truly novel and/or (2) that I could do solo as a mediocre gamer.

I think that there could be a good simulation exercise for people... “Here’s your bus schedule and shopping list. Calculate how to get enough quality food for a family of three, in good condition and at the proper temp, from Point A to Point B.”

I tried morning workouts and it didn’t stick. I’ve also tried every other time of day. I have the worst habits. While I envy you, I’ve also learned that I’m better controlling off my calories and getting some minimal exercise than planning to return to my college athlete days, because outside that structured…

“My ancestors only ate lizards they caught by hand and dirt from the floor of their cave, so that’s good enough for me.”

I made it three hours and was such an SOB my wife told me to go eat some bread.

I’ve long feared the Dad Rock. Not because of quality, but because I have so many friends who finished college, got a job, and never listened to anything but the Aerosmith or Green Day CDs that were popular when we graduated. I’ve actually come to enjoy some of it again, but for the most part, anything that was…

On the east side of the small city where I’m currently living, there’s a fruit cooler at the 7-11 which is the only place in at least a mile radius that sells a fresh fruit/veg.

I think the only exception to that is when SARS or something forced the Women’s World Cup to return to the US right after we last hosted—otherwise, I’d say this is right on.

Married couple that works upstairs from me posts on social media/bends our ears about the Life Changing Diet at least twice a year. Every single time, they cut out something or limit their diets and start exercising, then lose weight, then sound like cult members until they go on vacation, skip a few workouts and…

I’ve had a lengthy dispute with them about similar family history. They got some bad press which the Harper government ran with about some Middle Eastern Canadian-by-law folks and tightened the laws.

I actually got dragged to see them this summer and...they weren’t horrible. They were still Nickleback, but they have boozy fans who were really into it and that helped.

They had a literal felony arsonist living next door and “wasn’t it so nice her grandparents took her in after prison” and I’m sure you can guess the color, but one time a Hispanic family (two parents working union blue collar jobs, good kids) looked at a place in their neighborhood and MS13!!!!

Your description makes me feel better in that I’m not the only one dealing with that from family and sad that I didn’t just imagine it.

“Worried about coworkers” is something I think worthy of attention. But like our military are all American Heroes, full stop, teachers are now getting this “they are angels who will save the children” fetishization. They are adult humans with all the foibles, problems and positives of any of us. I’ve seen teachers…

Admittedly, I’m an Old, from the middle of nowhere, and my school was tiny, but I think I can only recall 5 of my teachers, total K-12, who were veterans and the only one with combat experience was fired when I was in high school for molesting someone. What’s the answer in East Bumble where you don’t have hardened…

Ah, I criticized, so I’m a deadbeat tenant. No, I’m the lawyer that helped people that lived without heat, with roaches and often with constant landlord harassment. And I saw landlords bill for the same “damages” and keep security deposits on successive tenant after tenant.

I don’t even remember what random comment you’re rage-responding to, but I’m certainly enjoying as you become more unhinged by the second.

I’ve been watching a debate play out between a teacher friend and some cop friends on FB. We’re from NRA country and everyone hunts and owns guns, but the teacher is adamant and very concerned. The cops are “shooting my AR is fun” and “I saw someone killed with a bat once, so guns don’t kill people” and I’m having a…

It’s a wonderful tool of the right wing. “She has X, she must be committing fraud/living unwisely/proving my stereotypes.” I grant you, a dog is a greater level of trolling than the usual iPhone or tattoo claim.

Ah, I have criticized the great bourgeoisie so clearly I am a member of the unwashed proletariat without a clue about living in your rarified air.