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Cake day: June 19th, 2023

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  • Nah, I’m unfailingly polite until I’m not allowed to be.

    The asshole reputation comes from being willing to push hard when faced with bullshit where good manners fail. The last time I got called an asshole was about three weeks ago. Dude in front of me at the grocery store was bitching at the cashier for not moving fast enough “I’ve got to get this done, do your job”. I told him to shut the fuck up and leave the kid alone.

    Said it loud enough for the manager to hear and come over, and the situation resolved after the guy said his piece at me.

    If that’s rude, I’m okay with that.

    Yeah, I could have likely chosen other ways to intervene, but I’m too fucking old to beat around the bush. IDGAF what the guy thinks about me, so him calling me names doesn’t bother me. The kid at the register was starting to get a little teary, and I just have this complex about bullies. Seriously, it’s a thing with me that I can’t keep my mouth shut when something like that goes on.

    It’s also that I say no in an undebatable way. Most people want to say no, but they try to say it nicely, and get into a dance that is worse than being firm the first time. Like, unannounced sales attempts. I open the door, and as soon as they start their spiel, I stop them and say not to waste their time, or mine, I’m not buying anything, period. I then wish them a good day and close the door. That’s how I say no to anything I’m unwilling or unable to do. I say no, and move on. No need to explain, no need to apologize, just no.

    You’d think that would leave me without friends. To the contrary, after someone gets used to it, it ends up being something they like about me. They come to trust that me saying no isn’t anything else. I’m not mad at them, I’m not being pissy, I’m just not wasting their time with all the usual rigamarole.

    Like my wife h a s said, “you may be an asshole, but you’re my asshole.” She’s actually picked up the habit with me lol. I ask her for/to do something, she says no, and that’s it. I move on and respect her no, she trusts me to do just that. She also knows that I won’t say no to much with her lol.

    Again, it can be taken as rude, but I’m fine with that. I know who I am, the people I care about know I care about them, and that’s all that matters to me.


  • Jfc, a green text I actually relate to.

    My kid has a friend that used to have an unstable situation. No details, but it was rough enough courts got involved.

    But when they were part of a d&d group via discord, my kid mentioned me being a forever DM. So, I would end up in voice chats telling old stories to the group when the DM had obligations.

    A few weeks into this, my kid asks permission to stay up late for this other kid. I’m not known for bending health related stuff like good sleep without a damn good reason, but I made an exception and let them chat a while.

    But, my kid falls asleep, and I hear this other kid crying, and my heart fucking breaks. I pick up the tablet and ask if I can help. The kid asks me to tell them a story like I do when DM can’t play.

    So I did. Maybe fifteen minutes in, I hear snoring.

    For a while after that, the kid would ping my kid here and there and ask if I could talk. They were alone, and scared, and feeling a lot of hurt, and sometimes a voice over a device was all they could get. Which was fucking brutal on my end. I’m a well known asshole, but some things just get you. Nobody should be that lonely, you know?

    Anyway, it isn’t the same thing, but it resonates.


  • The only places there that haven’t changed are the tiny game subs, to my limited willingness to use the site. I have checked the niche subs I used to moderate, and all but one is swamped with bullshit. Even that one has changed some. The only ones of those unchanged are the ones I had set to private ages before spez threw his little hissy-fit. The ones that were public are either dead, botted, or just unchecked insanity with bad moderation. Spam everywhere.


  • I feel that.

    Back when I was a caregiver, pain assessment was a bit of a pain lol. I’d have patients with cancer, and they’d just not notice something like a sore forming because it just got drowned out by chemo, or whatever. I’d do the daily thing of asking about their pain levels, and how the hell can they answer? They’re at a constant 8 to 10 range, so it’s kinda pointless to try and rely on pain signals to find new pains that need help.

    Mind you, I was doing other checks, so nothing got missed, but it could have.

    And, like you said, the usual “script” for checking on pain breaks down with chronic pains. You have to really get detailed, focus on tiny changes in pain with them.

    And, even knowing all that, I still have trouble communicating my own pain and issues because it’s just so overwhelming sometimes. I sometimes joke with a new doctor or nurse and tell them it would be faster to list what doesn’t hurt. Except it isn’t really a joke.

    So I just keep compartmentalizing everything and try to be a good patient lol.




  • I mean, that’s part of pain tolerance. It isn’t just how much pain you feel, it’s how much you can take.

    Chronic pain has taught me a lot about what is and isn’t bearable. Things that when they were new would leave me sobbing, I now don’t even show more than a frown and gritted teeth for on a good day.

    Part of that is taking the pain, putting it in a little box cake “I will not fucking quit” and throwing that box into the depths of the mind where it can’t bother you for a while. Your body still hurts, you still know it hurts, but you keep going until you can’t, and the pain can just fuck right off.

    Now, let me stub my fucking toe while doing all that and it cuts right through all of that and says “nah, dawg, you gonna feel this”. Different pain, and acute.

    So, little shit like shocks and needles in muscles, and the like, you know they’re coming, and they go right in the box with the chronic, and into the oubliette of agony.

    That kind of pain testing? That’s totally within mental techniques’ ability to ignore. Your pulse will still change, blood pressure too, but it’s still a distant thing that won’t reach you for a while.

    But everyone is different. You can take two people with the same injury, and they’ll tolerate it differently, even if they’re siblings of the same gender.

    Part of that is indeed built in, but there is always a psychological component to pain perception.

    Now, please note that I’m not saying that walling pain off and ignoring it until you’ve injured yourself is a good thing, much less better than letting pain guide your actions so that it isn’t worse later. I’m just saying that the green text is realistic, and the person responding like that may not be bullshitting, they may just have worked on managing pain.



  • Yeah, even the big names tend to not care much as long as nobody else is profiting off of their work. Agents and publishers, they tend to get right snippy about piracy lol.

    Mind you, there is a segment of working authors that do suffer in their ability to go from a part time, almost hobbyist situation into a proper career of it. They tend to see the lack of sales as more of a problem, but they tend to be younger and didn’t ever see how impossible breaking in to traditional publishing was. It’s easy to look at your self published income and think “oh, if people had to buy these, I’d be making a living at this instead of it being barely enough to cover expenses for writing”. But, most of the time, back before self publishing was actually a valid and useful route, they wouldn’t have been selling anything, they’d be hoping for an agent to get their first sale for them.

    And I’ll never tell anyone that they can’t profit from their own ideas and labor, and expect anyone consuming it to pay up. Authors that object, that’s fine by me (and I actually don’t pirate their stuff). But like you said, most writers would rather someone read and enjoy for free rather than not read at all.




  • Ngl, I still have the fire truck I got when I was five.

    Only reason I didn’t become a fireman was getting convinced I could do stuff in nursing that I was better at and help more people than I would as a mediocre fireman.

    I dunno if it was true or not, but it ended up relatively good overall, so I ain’t mad.

    But shit, I got to ride in the trucks a few times anyway. My uncle was a volunteer fireman in the next town over, so as a kid I got rides when things were slow. Even went a few times as an adult on actual calls, though that wasn’t supposed to happen lol.



  • A good gym, that’s how it will be to some extent. Now, the shitty chain gyms where you get the kind of assholes that would disrespect a beginner in the first place may not have any serious lifters or dedicated enthusiasts of other forms of exercise to step up, but it happens.

    Shit, the gym I went to for most of my twenties, and into my thirties, anyone disrespecting a beginner would be out on their ear in a hot minute, and I’ve been to other gyms that were like that too. Gyms for serious lifting tend to be all about helping each other and that goes double for a noob.

    It isn’t even something you think about after a while. You see someone struggling, you give support. Might be hyping them up, might be spotting, and it might be taking a new person and making sure they stay safe as they learn. Tbh, it’s my opinion that if you won’t do that, go set up a home gym and bugger off. Not everyone can do it, but if you aren’t willing to try to help a new lifter out, a gym isn’t really where you need to lift.

    I just can’t imagine seeing someone doing their best to improve themselves and not taking a little bit of time to boost them. I know I got that kind of boost at a few points, and it really was special to me. You pass that kind of thing on and it helps everyone.




  • It’s dumb as fuck.

    Hate it if we want (and I have major problems with how young phones and similar devices become glued to kids), but they’re here to stay. They’re a part of modern life, and trying to completely ban them is the most idiotic waste of time and resources possible.

    You gotta find a way to limit use in a consistent and evenly applied way so that parents and school staff are all on the same page. Then you just keep enforcing the rules amd explaining them over and over. Eventually, it becomes a manageable annoyance instead of the chaos it currently is