Well, I don’t have any advice per se, but feel free to read through some of my post history for how my mom has handled it through stages (it didn’t go over well at first). I mean, it’s still not great (she called me Mrs. Doubtfire when I was talking about cleaning the house) but it’s better than I expected.
I haven’t told my dad just yet, he’s hinted at just wanting me to be happy in my journey, but who really knows.
IWNDWYT
I wanted to drink on Monday, but called off my plans. It felt so good, I kept it up on Tuesday too. Wednesday was too busy to drink, and today I went to the convenience store and realized as I was walking past the booze to get what I wanted that I didn’t even want to drink today.
So here we go, we’ve got this!
Maybe I’m misremembering the context of it, Milton literally had a job so useless they didn’t realize they had fired him and forgot to take him off the payroll. There was also that “what would you say you do here?” Interaction, the best he could come up with was he deals with the customers so the engineers don’t have to, when questioned about how he takes info from the costumer, he insists the Secretary does that, at which point they ask him what he actually does then. He ends up so frustrated at the questioning and not having a good answer that he emphatically decries himself a people person in a very unpersonable manner.
It sounds cliche but it gets better.
Good luck. Sending support across the interwebs.
No thanks. Linode let’s you setup a cheap server for $5 a month, my cellphone is 30$ a month with limited data, and my house is basically a faraday cage.
“Shoes” is a really funny spelling of “Stones”
Edit: Got curious, and in my area there aren’t many rocks or stones, so you would have to buy them. They come in bulk between 2 and 3 inches in size at about a dollar a pound. For thirty pounds. Pennies take between 145 and 181 to make a pound depending on the materials of the penny. The pro to coins would be that you didn’t need to buy extra to maintain a precise weight per inflated sex doll, and they could be balanced easily on both feet for weight, where as with stones you would need to make sure you are well balanced for every doll and for every foot. Assuming you could instantly sort them all into evenly weighed piles you would still likely have stones left over, either as excess, or as outliers in our balancing that would be difficult for you to sell or get any other utility from.
In that case, yes, it’s cheaper to use coins because of the time sink and wastage that bulk stones would create, assuming an endless field of stones, the time spent sorting them into sizes and balancing them would cost more in labor than the pennies lost is worth.
GATTACA 2: Borrowed Ladder Boogaloo
Upon discovering the charred bone remains (cremation seldom actually burns everything, they grind up the ‘cremains’ so it’ll be a nice powder for the urn) in the apartment incinerator due to the smell of burning flesh authorizing a warrant, they find that Jerome, who is on the space ship, is actually dead on earth.
Vincent is played by Rob Schneider, so hijinks ensue, until they find out there really IS an imposter on the ship.
After credits has a teaser trailer for the Among Us movie, turns out these first two were just context prequels.
I tried to update my profile picture for the first time since the migration and now I don't have a profile picture at all, anyone else noticed issues? Image upload attempted from the webui settings page at lemmy.blahaj.zone.
Throws the error "{"data":{"msg":"Couln't upload file, Couldn't save file, No space left on device (os error 28)","files":null},"state":"success"}" in a toast notification on bottom left of page.
Thanks for reminding me, I totally forgot about this period
I just told them, they left to go sort their feelings.
They were supportive but I fucked up not explicitly saying “XYZ”.
Thanks for the support, dear.
I keep all my old photos, every once in a while I’ll be talking to someone about things and decide I want to see a chronically depressed cadaver go through the motions of… I don’t even really know what… just tons of pictures.
I got pictures of me blackout drunk staring disdainfully in a mirror, pictures of me trying to feign happiness in hundreds of locations at Disney World, pictures documenting the all day drinking and running through the woods at full bore on a 4 wheeler hoping I’d just smash my skull into a tree and die, the daily fire I would make when it was too dark to keep driving drunk through the woods and spend my nights getting more drunk hoping I’d pass out and get killed by wolves.
Sure, If it was life or death I could find a smile or a happy photo, but almost all of them are stoic at best and I’m going to keep them.
That poor fuck held on for something, and in his misery he gave me a life worth living, and for that he deserves his respect and honors. I cannot hate him or erase him. He hurt for so long, he wanted an undying death, and I myself gave him his wish.
Of course, you should do what is best for you, I just have been diving a bit too far into how the Ship of Theseus problem intersects with my identity and personality here lately and have decided I literally AM a different person and that’s okay and consistent with me being the same person I always was, just with less repression.