Humans have stripes that are invisible to us. However, cats can see our stripes.

Wait. Please explain. How is DNA inside me, a verifiable human, not human?

Gosh, the micromoments of shame really really hits home

Lord Almighty, I am not lazy.

While yes, it looks like I’m sitting there on my phone, my functional part is screaming at me. Get up. Go do the thing. Do your work. You wanna get fired? Get up. Get the fuck up… As I click on another meme or post or video.

This drives me insane. The 5 gal jugs are so cheap to refill and keep using. I used one of those with a hand pump and a thin 1.5 gal jugs for my fridge for constant cold water when I lived where tap water wasn’t doable. It was like 10¢ a gallon to refill the jugs and I always had delicious cold water at the ready. There is absolutely no need to create so much waste

Test

Ed, Edd, and Eddie

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

The whole album Days of Future’s Past by the Moody Blues (with the London orchestra)

Up Above the Northern Lights. Believe that’s a Mannheim Steamroller

I was deployed and got a box from my home unit that was basically just trash. I think it was supposed to be funny, but it was just a lot of scrap paper thrown into a box. Nothing written on them that was for me. Nothing to signal anything. Just a big box of trash that could have been nothing more than the recycling bin upended into it.

That was pretty heartbreaking.

I feel like Mr. Bones’ Wild Ride could qualify. If only in a sort of existential crisis kind of way.

Maybe Loss?

I ran up to my mom once, completely serious and said, “Mom! I know why all fat people are short. They use up all their skin!”

I felt like a genius until she laughed so hard she fell on the floor and peed a little.

Honestly, sticking my head in the sand in a way. I deleted all social media from my phone (minus Lemmy) and un-joined any news communities on here. I’m trying to keep my world smaller so I can stay sane and keep those dearest to me taken care of as best as I can.

Honestly, it’s worked a treat. I feel a little guilty for not rallying for the cause or keeping up with the world, but it’s just too much.

I bought tickets for a concert for us both provided she drive. She never showed up and didn’t answer her phone or anything but was somehow mad at me a few days later.

The latest Tool album.

I can’t even remember the name, but it felt like a lot of noise from an alley full of garbage cans. I don’t know if I finished listening to it.

Early 30s /F / North America

I’m close to the right demographic, but for the missing appendage.

I only post or reply on Lemmy, but I do have Stealth for Reddit still for those really bad doom scrolling days.

Are you a field mouse?

What are some of your favorites? I adore folk and am always looking for more recommendations

I would recommend The Arcadian Wild

It’s hard to pick a favorite, but right now I’m really into Funk. Funk as a whole, definitely, but the subsect that is Bubblegum Funk is just so relaxing and chill, I’ve been listening to it while working lately.