So my “routine” is to not purposefully exercise at all.

Hear me out.

Working out at gym or just lifting for the sake of exercise drives me crazy. I always want to be accomplishing something or getting something done. So I bike to work twice a week. That’s 18 miles round trip in a hilly area. Great for cardio and legs. I also rock climb with my son twice a week for roughly 2-3 hours. So thats uppwr body and hand strength. Throw in an “active” weekenf life and i get plenty of exercise.

Now diet is the big one. Last year, after some experimentation I removed nearly all sugars from my diet. The calories I would have consumed from straight sugars I replaced with complex carbs (bread, pasta, rice). It was a hard transition to make and I had to teach myself to crave different things. But the result was 40lbs down over one year (205 > 165ish) . I can see my abs (not a super 6 pack or anything) and I get those sexy little hip lines that my wife loves. The one downside is that none of my pants fit and I have to cinch them with belts.

Mine is excedrin and a big ass cup of coffee

I’m not into dudes, just their dicks.

As a fellow crafty, cooking, mostly straight dude, I’m sorry to hear people calling your generosity and thoughtfulness “gay.”

Snake River Conspiracy

Just finished this one. And honestly, it broke my brain and how I interpret other written narratives.

2nd on the physical copy. This text doesn’t work otherwise.

This was my introduction to Mieville. What a wild story told through China’s extremely dense language.

…keep a dictionary handy.

The premise for this book was so strange I often had to reread passages to fully understand the differing perspectives of people standing next to one another and yet be in two different realities.

I can’t recommend meshtastic enough. I have 2 radios and I get to chat with other like minded folks over off the grid encrypted p2p 100s of miles away.

This would appear to be my wife’s strategy as well.

Pretty much anything by Birthday Massacre.

I’ve attempted to quicksave a couple of times before parallel parking my truck.

The Witch Creek Fires in San Diego in 2007. I didn’t receive the reverse 911 call and ended up fleeing my building after it was already on fire.

Their 60’s.

Thanks for finding this.

Hey there. I experience the same thing. The voices, the music, in the white noises around me.

I’m not schizophrenic (or at least I hope not). It is a weird phenomenon that some of us experience that seems to be our brains trying to match important patterns, like speech, out of noise.

Heck, Devin Townsend even wrote a song about it “Voices in the Fan.”

If it’s really bothering you or scaring you then, yeah, you could seek help, but if you’re not experiencing auditory hallucinations outside of this context then my completely unqualified opinion is you’re probably fine.

Pepitas? …fuck me.

Yeah, that film crushed me.

Ditto. This one had me in tears. The father so reminded me of my late grandfather and his storytelling.

Nope