The description that can be spoken is not the Eternal description. That said: I’m a fucking fairy in combat boots.

Hitting your kids: don’t fucking do that. You might not ever see them when they reach adulthood.

Losing Joann’s has made it really difficult to find fabric locally. Michael’s needs to step their game up.

Almost identical situation and age. I signed my boy up for karate to help him form some self control, along with discipline and respect, help him quiet his inner mind. Honestly, aside from trying to spar with me half the time, he’s much improved. He probably just needed an outlet for all that energy.

Go back to Reddit. Maybe they’ll pay more attention to your pointless drivel.

I’m still using a Note 10+. Battery is solid and it does the job. I have no desire to upgrade, but when that does happen, it will happen out of necessity. I’ve replaced the Otterbox (my old one cracked) and a few screen protectors, but that’s it.

When I do upgrade? I’ll keep it as long as it still works. I already set up my wife’s old phone (Note 10) for my daughter to function for music and digital drawing (she loves Penup and Samsung Notes).

Just looked it up: my Note 10+ hit EOL two years ago! I’m calling that a win.

“Nature does not make mistakes. Right and wrong are human constructs.” –Frank Herbert

You can’t comprehend nonexistence because it –the thing you are trying to give a name/noun/meaning to– doesn’t exist. “It” has no location, no form, no thought, just complete absence.

However, it is by way of this absence that everything comes into being, as nonexistence implies existence. So, we come from nothing, we go back to nothing… forever. Ouroboros.

I practice some of it in my backyard with local wood and materials, and sometimes while off-trail camping. I’ll admit, having forested farmland all around me helps immensely.

Don’t get much cheaper than bushcraft/primitive survival! The materials are everywhere. A primitive stone knife is my next project: get a nice piece of flint from a river bed, a decent hammer stone, a few other simple items, and start knapping. It’s amazing how sharp a piece of stone can get! Or, build a fire, expand it to a mud kiln and fire some earthware pottery you just worked from the land. Reclaim some dead timber and build a small cabin. Collect various grasses and make a basket. And, start a fire via friction. Learn how we did it thousands of years ago.

Favorite YouTube channels: Donny Dust, Primitive Technology, Bertram, Coalcracker Bushcraft, Woodsbound Outdoors.

Watching guys do primitive/outdoor shit like this makes me hot for a caveman bonk.

Why am I such a misfit?

The point is that they could do good year round, not just waiting 364 days to give a shit.

See how the weather is getting worse every year? She’s fucking pissed off.

A time when? How about every fucking year. Not observing Christmas or other human holidays. It’s inconvenient because everyone else becomes temporarily insane, which in turn causes my existential depression to give rise to ye ol’ seasonal depression. I don’t even celebrate my birthday, as it just reminds me I’m one year closer to never achieving my goals before I die a miserable death.

“Happy Holidays”. Pfft.

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This right fucking here. Never forget. o7

Maybe transgender people do. I knew my name for the longest time, and when it came time to transition, it was an easy choice.

Loaded question. Who are you asking?