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[KittyTac]

I'm stressing myself out.

I argue about politics, which stresses me. I don't feel like I can't do so, because I feel like I need to call people out on things even though I know it won't make a difference. I just can't stop myself.

I do this too. But Saturday I completed a Herculean trial.

I convinced a global warming denier it existed and humans were a huge part of the problem.

Try doing that to a Flat Earther. You'll tear your own hair out.

[Reelya]

I'm stressing myself out.

I argue about politics, which stresses me. I don't feel like I can't do so, because I feel like I need to call people out on things even though I know it won't make a difference. I just can't stop myself.

You need to detox / cold-turkey from getting involved. After a while, not getting involved will just feel normal and you'll be better off.

[Hanslanda]

But the what about the sun cycles and and mini ice ages. Hides from rightfully trewn projectiles, giggling.

We accounted for that in the discussion and I've shown him a LOT of data. He finally started to come around with this metaphor.

"America as a whole is like a guy doing his budget. Some plain red neck. He's got screechy brakes and an oil leak on his car (global warming) and he's like, "I could fix that for 200 bucks but that's my whole months beer money." So he keeps putting it off and ignoring and denying it's a problem until his fucking engine seizes and the brakes fail."

Somehow that brought him around.

[Kagus]

I argue about politics, which stresses me. I don't feel like I can't do so, because I feel like I need to call people out on things even though I know it won't make a difference. I just can't stop myself.

This is what killed Socrates, you know.


My mildly sad: Spent about $30 on a .5l of "something", because the liquor monopoly was closing in less than a minute and I didn't have anything to sip, and the employee I asked for recommendations spent 12 minutes telling me an extended-edition version of "lol idk", and would have continued into the epilogue had I not just grabbed a couple bottles and dashed.

The bottle is this foul beast that somehow manages to be too sweet and too spiced at the same time without balancing itself out in the slightest. First it kicks you in the teeth with "HI MY NAME IS JUNIPER AND THIS IS MY FRIEND BITTER FENNEL, HOW ARE YA?", transitioning smoothly into "I'm 35% ABV and lemme fuckin' tell you about it", before fading out with this completely isolated sickly syrup note without actually being sweet. The fuck.

Out of desperation I've tried mixing it with random liquids I have lying around the house... First some unflavored soda water, which succeeded in giving this spirit's obnoxious grin a wide gap between its teeth, serving to further isolate and enhance each flavor speedbump rather than soften anything at all, and then later by adding Morgan's Spiced to the mix because I'm out of ideas.

I don't know what happened there, but it was decidedly unpleasant and I'd rather just not talk about it.


Clearly I'm not the "sporting, outdoorsy type" this concoction has marketed itself towards with its flavor profile of boiled twigs on a bed of congealed cough syrup.

[scriver]

I argue about politics, which stresses me. I don't feel like I can't do so, because I feel like I need to call people out on things even though I know it won't make a difference. I just can't stop myself.

This is what killed Socrates, you know.

Also the part where he was literally an outspoken anti-democratic plutocrat who wanted to abolish Athenian democracy and whose followers had twice carried out successful (temporarily so) military coups in collusion with Sparta and instituted bloody dictatorships.

Mostly the latter.

[Yoink]

My mildly sad: Spent about $30 on a .5l of "something", because the liquor monopoly was closing in less than a minute and I didn't have anything to sip, and the employee I asked for recommendations spent 12 minutes telling me an extended-edition version of "lol idk", and would have continued into the epilogue had I not just grabbed a couple bottles and dashed.

The bottle is this foul beast that somehow manages to be too sweet and too spiced at the same time without balancing itself out in the slightest. First it kicks you in the teeth with "HI MY NAME IS JUNIPER AND THIS IS MY FRIEND BITTER FENNEL, HOW ARE YA?", transitioning smoothly into "I'm 35% ABV and lemme fuckin' tell you about it", before fading out with this completely isolated sickly syrup note without actually being sweet. The fuck.

Out of desperation I've tried mixing it with random liquids I have lying around the house... First some unflavored soda water, which succeeded in giving this spirit's obnoxious grin a wide gap between its teeth, serving to further isolate and enhance each flavor speedbump rather than soften anything at all, and then later by adding Morgan's Spiced to the mix because I'm out of ideas.

I don't know what happened there, but it was decidedly unpleasant and I'd rather just not talk about it.


Clearly I'm not the "sporting, outdoorsy type" this concoction has marketed itself towards with its flavor profile of boiled twigs on a bed of congealed cough syrup.

I wanna try it. Sounds like budget Jägermeister.

[Kagus]

https://shop.frankfurt-airport.com/en/brimi-vianvang-dram-35-0-5l.html

Fun fact: It's more than twice that expensive in Norway, the country of origin.

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[JoshuaFH]

Work got me a student lackey and it looks like I'm stuck with the bloke until friday. I'd rather work above my average pace than to drag his unmotivated ass around me... I can't daydream if I need to spell  out everything for him, and it just feels wrong to let a minor who is like 70% of my body-volume do the heavy lifting (I'm fairly average with my shoulders growing larger by the day, he is tiny).

It's weird I really don't mind lazyness I just want to not worry about him.

Man, what do you do to get a lackey? I want a lackey.

[Trekkin]

Work got me a student lackey and it looks like I'm stuck with the bloke until friday. I'd rather work above my average pace than to drag his unmotivated ass around me... I can't daydream if I need to spell  out everything for him, and it just feels wrong to let a minor who is like 70% of my body-volume do the heavy lifting (I'm fairly average with my shoulders growing larger by the day, he is tiny).

It's weird I really don't mind lazyness I just want to not worry about him.

Man, what do you do to get a lackey? I want a lackey.

Well, most of my lackeys have come from giving really impressive presentations to (under)graduate students, then getting them so riled up to compete for a slot they don't notice that the next step is not nearly as fun as the prior art would imply. This conveniently also reduces turnover, as to leave would mean that they did whatever unspeakable things they did to get the job in vain.

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[Dunamisdeos]

How do you grow chex mix.

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[Dunamisdeos]

I think it's grains, but I'm not googling it either. Hail the new Cereally Ignorant Revolution.