Point of clarification: I believe there’s a good chance of “aliens” in the universe (i.e. life on Earth isn’t the only life in the universe). When I used that term, I was referring to people who think aliens are visiting the earth.

Regardless of what I need to do, I’m going to do it. I do lots of things I don’t need to do.

One of my most embarrassing habits is that I sometimes go to the R-word site and read through the comment section there. Way too often, there are askr-word (or other sub r-word) posts where the comment section ends up being a bunch of bullshit supernatural responses. This one kind of reminds me of that. If you believe in ghosts or extraterrestrial aliens, I think less of you. You are dumb. Sorry, but it is what is is. I still drink alcohol sometimes, even knowing it causes cancer, so I’m not claiming I’m better than you. We can both/all be stupid. But if you believe in that supernatural crap, you’re stupid, too.

For some reason, I was doing dishes today and thinking about how dumb humans were to put lead in everything back in the 1900’s despite the fact that we were well aware of the dangers of lead on human physiology. We literally put that shit in our fuel and pumped the exhaust into our air. We put it in utensils. UTENSILS people. Seriously? It had been known for eons practically that lead is poison to the body.

Not quite true. Heard things were so bad that little boys’ pants were half off now.

Well, back in the day, Grok Mugrock decided he could grow a lot more raspberries if he had plenty of wooden posts to build all the necessary supports required to maximize his productivity. Since Grok spent all his days growing raspberries, what he really needed was to barter resources with Ughugh Buh, who could provide him with all the wooden posts he needed. Problem was, Ughugh had heard this story countless times before, and way too often he would give people wooden posts in hopes of getting produce in return, only to be burnt by low lifes and scam artists. So, Ughugh decided to confer with the electric rocks and determine score for Grok that gives a very general assurance that Grok will pay many raspberry for wood posts. So Ughugh helps Grok, Grok pays back raspberries, and that asshole Goodoo get nothing because he make promise he does not intend to keep. Happy Day until sabertooth kills them all.

I’ll have to read this some other time when I’m feeling a little smarter and can understand the words. But I do love some home made fruit fly traps! When there’s a teenager in the house and it’s warm outside, they are a miracle.

Does it? Seems like those are always more work to clean than just a simple grater, which is why I usually just go for the grater.

The worst is when “they” come back at you with you choose to be gay because even if you’re only attracted to people of the same sex, it’s still a choice as to whether or not you act on it.

How can one be gayer than 100%? Asking for a friend.

What’s wrong with his leg? I can’t quite tell from the 4 blurry pixels.

Other than right after the twice yearly time changes, timing is basically my dog’s super power. She’s not the brightest bulb so to speak, but she’s the most reliable alarm clock I’ve ever owned, and other than right after the twice yearly time changes, I basically always know what time it is based on her behavior. It’s actually pretty fascinating and impressive.

And here I thought I was a nobody doomed to gay people hell where every man looks like Roger Stone, fucks like Donald Trump, and has the personality of Rudy Guioloagoagadliany or however that shit is spelled.

Okay, good. You know, whatever makes sense.

When I was last shopping for furniture, one of the immediate disqualifications was anything that required a power cord. I don’t need or want anything motorized, built-in chargers, bluetooth speakers, and I especially don’t want LED lighting in my chairs. All that crap is designed to fail / break. Not to mention that standards change quicker than furniture gets updated in my household. Most of those USB ports were old 5V USB-A crap that can’t keep up or crappy old bluetooth standards & antennas with poor quality speakers that I would never use anyway because my receiver is far, far better. And fuck LED lights in everything. Fuck that to Hell along with the people that make/invent that bullshit.

I recently lost my job due to the federal government cancelling contracts with my employer. I won’t claim that I’m going through Hell, but it’s far from unicorns and rainbows.

It’s definitely a lot to deal with emotionally all at once. I worry that I may not find a job that I genuinely enjoy as much as the one I lost. Even though I know it’s not strictly because of anything I did wrong, I struggle with the idea that I was considered unimportant and expendable. It also makes me feel like I’m not a reliable “breadwinner” for my family. Then there’s the little things, like the fact that I’m having to cut back on purchases that aren’t necessities, forgo expenditures that I was hoping to make, and things like that. On top of all that, I have a lot of guilt about feeling bad for myself knowing that a number of my former coworkers who were also let go are in a lot worse situations than me.

I’m able to be a bit optimistic about some things. For instance, I’m glad that the ACA (health insurance not tied to employment) is an option. The COBRA healthcare coverage option is ridiculously expensive, but most of the ACA options are notably less expensive and, at least on paper, seem to be better options (ex: lower copays, deductibles, max out of pocket) and there are tax credits you can take based on income that make it even less expensive. Another benefit is that being unemployed gives me more time with my family, more time with friends, and more time to catch up on all the little chores that need my attention.

But, at the end of the day, I will say that I’m strongly considering getting some psychiatric help and/or therapy. The only thing holding me back at this point is concerns over whether I can truly afford it. Sure I can spend $100USD per session for a therapist now, but in a few months, will the cost of those sessions make a difference between whether I have food on the table or not? It’s a gamble that I’m just not quite willing to risk right now.

Probably just a temporary hitch, but I tried to use the app today to look for some Little Britain content. I’m certain that a decade+ ago, HBO carried Little Britain episodes. I was under the impression that Max was basically rebranded HBO and Cinemax in crappified app format.

Tried to open the app, got a loading screen for well over a minute. Closed it and tried to open it again. Waited another minute and it finally showed the profile selection screen. I clicked on my profile and got a completely useless error message, so I clicked on my partner’s profile and it worked. Clicked the up button a few times to get to the search screen, nothing happened. Clicked again, and it finally registered the first few click PLUS the newest click, so it overshot the search icon. Finally got it back to search and then clicked the microphone button so I could speak rather than type. It completely did not understand “Little Britain” and instead searched “Britain britain” with no relevant results. Tried again, and it failed harder. Ended up having to type in Little Britain manually. So 10 minutes later after having the thought that I’d like to watch Little Britain, I finally get the results. Turns out the show isn’t available to watch anymore (or else the search failed, hard to know for sure). Terrible experience.

This should be an embarrassment. I would be embarrassed if I had developed some bullshit like this.

I try to tell folks all the time that biology is not as simplistic as they think. It’s basically an endeavor of humans trying to make simplistic categories out of a naturally complicated clusterfuck. Some things defy labels, not everything fits into a nice, easy little box. Life is complicated. Get over it.

If (isConservative(fuckwad) === true) then “totally okay” else “not okay at all, impeach, repeal, reject”;

To be fair, Tim is a MAGA fuckwad who thinks gays and trans people should be executed, black folks should go back to Africa, women belong in the home not in the workforce, and that “spicks” and “orientals” are the problem with the USA. But he’s too cowardly to actually live those ideals, so he pretends to be cool with his gay bother-in-law and Japanese sister-in-law, lets his wife work because he can barely hold down a job long enough to pay the lot rent in his trailer park, and has a black friend that’s actually just the cashier at walmart who can’t be anything but nice to him without risking her job. So, totally not cool to kill him, but could understand if others felt differently.

There’s not just one single answer to this, each type of plant that “can’t live in rich soil” has its own story so to speak.

One common theme is that these plants tend to be more efficient at collecting specific, necessary nutrients that are otherwise limited/lacking in their environment, and because they’d never naturally be exposed to large amounts of those nutrients, they’ve lost some or all of their ability to regulate uptake and/or to expel excesses from their tissues in comparison to other types of plants not adapted to those specific conditions.

So, when introduced to artificially high levels of these nutrients, they basically absorb the nutrient(s) until it reaches toxic/deadly levels, and then the plants lack the ability to get rid of the excess since there was never a need for such a mechanism when they evolved in their nutrient poor niche. It can lead to issues where the plants can’t maintain osmotic balance or nutrient / mineral antagonism leads to the plant being unable to absorb or make use of other vital nutrients because one of them is so out of balance.