How many fucking letters can I use? I’m sick of editing this shit, just fucking accept the bio, damn.

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Cake day: October 14th, 2023

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  • Amother organism or person needs to be predictable to be trusted.someone or something acting in an unpredictable manner means it may suddenly decide you’re a threat. We evolved in a world before science and medicine, where any injury could mean death. Even the most unstoppable animals, bears, elephants, moose, will bluff charge a threat rather than immediately attack, because fighting risks injury, regardless of how unbalanced the fight is. I can’t win a fight against any of those animals, but I can bite it while it’s killing me. A full thickness bite wound is all but guaranteed to cause an infection, which may kill or disable.

    Humans are also social creatures, and we run on cultural norms that make it easier to trust that the person next to you in a restaurant won’t suddenly stab you, even though he is holding a knife.

    A major cultural difference can make others seem dangerous in a primal way. We know through interaction that other cultures are not more dangerous, but that primal unease of being surrounded by people from a different tribe is still in there somewhere.

    In my opinion, this is why racism is so hard to root out. A lot of it is taught by others, but it’s not a negligible amount tied to fear of anything different.



  • Get handy. Fix things before they go bad, and learn basic construction on the way. Second hand tools are cheap, and there’s a number of good youtubers to help in any situation. After you get your bearings, it turns into a fun way to make the place into what you want it to be. Nothing is terribly difficult, and materials can be had cheap if you’re not in an emergency. Facebook marketplace allowed me to build a house for 70k over two years, and it’s valued at 350k, and not finished yet. The experience gained led me to doing odd side jobs and reselling unused materials to keep paying for new additions. If you can replace your own water heater, you can replace someone elses for half the price of Lowes and still take home 700$ for three hours work. Pick up some resold tile and put in a bathroom wall. You’ll find out what you did wrong in your own bathroom and won’t mess up someone elses for some extra cash in a pinch.

    Electrical work is my favorite. Know the code, and how to stay safe, and it’s a lot of fun that the average person is HORRIFIED of. Get a good electricians multitool, a current tester, a drill and some tape, and you can perform miracles.

    Most people will never afford a house. You don’t have to fix it, you get to fix it, so take pride and make it somewhere you love to live.



  • So I don’t have a habit of playing terrible games, but I can say the worst games I’ve played are sneaky. They trick you into thinking they might have something going for them, only to never go anywhere or get better.

    Husk is the first one that jumps out at me. It announces itself as a silent hill inspired horror game based on domestic violence themes. After three hours of painfully slow controls and enemies that don’t make any sense to the story, it just suddenly ends with a cliche, tacked on, “you’re the asshole here” monologed conclusion with no explanations whatsoever.

    Another category of absolute butt-trash I’ve fallen for is games that appeal to edgy teenagers, and so have stellar reviews regardless of how they in fact suck shit.

    Lust for darkness is a prime example. It’s a horror game with nothing remotely scary in it about a sex cult full of people with British accents in America who refer to themselves as cult members, and whose outrageous taboo sex acts are really just regular shit but they wear masks. It’s like a wet dream fantasy for a 13 year old incel. It’s not scary, it’s not clever, it’s not even just porn, and it’s most of all not fun.

    A game that fits in both of these categories, that I played to completion just hoping I’d click with whatever coolaid the reviewers drank, was The Cat Lady. Reviews made it sound so deep and emotional, and it seemed like it was going somewhere for a minute, but at the end, it was just a cringefest hidden object sidescroller with weird voice acting that was targeted at angsty children who romantisize depression and death.

    Years after leaving my negative steam reviews I still catch flak on occasion from superfans of these dogshit time sinks who have never read a book in their lives.


  • I have a 1600s Turkish rebel sword and scabbard with a pommel carved into a rooster head. I picked it up at a curio shop that was closing a few years ago and while I did some basic dating on it to make sure it’s not a reproduction, I really donot know much about it.

    I have several fossils that are perticularly unique, but I’ve never seen that kind of thing on the show, so I don’t know if it would be worth it.

    An antique shop had a four barrel pepperbox revolver from the 1860s that was sold as a non functioning novelty, and I cleaned it up and actually got it working again. I’d be interested if it has any value higher that the 150 it cost me.

    Last option is a buffet, library table, dresser, and side table my great great grandparents got as a wedding gift. They’re made of tiger oak, stained in pitch and very heavy. They were locally made, and I’ve bumped into several pieces that are very similar, but they’re always falling apart. The set I have has never been out of use, and never needed repairs. The mirror on the buffet still has it’s original silver. The manufacturing stamp on the back says the guys name, the city, and 1904.














  • I’m a 6’5 reasonably muscular male running two offices entirely staffed by women, except for two gay guys. There’s no masculine competition, which is nice, and communication is much more personal. Due to my strict rule of not considering any of my coworkers potential partners, I make sure I’m as supportive as possible without being threatening to any of the girls or their respective partners. It’s very interesting seeing how patients act towards me vs the other workers. They seem to treat me as an authority figure, and take what I say at face value, even if I’m just confirming what one of the women already told them. The girls have to convince patients they’re professional and not jerking them around, where I can just state something and they’ll believe me. I’m viewed as a scientist, and the women are viewed as salesmen or interns.

    I mentioned my stature earlier, because it’s led to me being the office protector. I will defuse situations, defend my workers, and even fire patients if they offend anyone else in the office. If a rep for a company talks down to any of the women, or only wants to speak to me, I won’t do business with them.

    Ive hired men before, but they never last. They either make the girls uncomfortable, try to start relationships, or try to butt heads with me as if they hold authority over anyone else. It’s very easy to see how someone with less feministic views could easily take advantage of the situation I’m in.

    Edit: they’re always fucking cold though. 73 degrees is not fucking cold Donna. I’m wearing a suit. Put on a sweater.