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My brain has so much trouble processing Jannik Sinner. Like imagine the most German guy on earth open his mouth and start talking in perfect

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigma_war_games

Wow, these Pentagon guys sure were good at predicting the outcome of the Vietnam war.

Made salsa with red and heavily corked jalapenos, very spicy

Don't be fooled by my laugh, I didn't get the joke

I'm standing outside watching the lunar eclipse when I see something out of the corner of my eye. A fairly big spider is just floating slightly above my head, moving horizontally on a thread of silk connected to who knows where

How the fuck does that shit even work

grandma, 2 weeks into watching — why don’t all the poor people that have nothing just rise up together

me, eating my sandwich —

Ugh why are sudden changes to plans so stressful, I had my day laid out & now I gotta deal with this shit

Fuck, I have way too many ideas to fit into a 1200 word paper, I researched and wrote a post on a similar topic (contemporary perspectives on the first world war) in a couple of hours! It barely scratched the surface of the point I was making and it was over 1000 words, how am I supposed to fit a comparison of the infantryman's perspective to those "on the home front" into 1200?

On a related note, everyone interested in WW1 should read Poilu by Louis Barthas. He was a french socialist who was called up as part of the reserves in the beginning of the war and he lived though the entirety of trench warfare on the western front. He constantly writes of how all the higher officers are murderous brutes who order suicidal attacks without regard for the lives of their men and how the average soldier of both sides would be happy to call each other friend if only they weren't forced to murder each other.

I found one particularly powerful passage that really makes me think ww1 was the closest opportunity for socialist revolution in europe

From Poilu, pages 143 to 144

But one night, when the rain came down in torrents, the tide invaded our dugout and cascaded down both sets of steps. At the height of the storm, some of the men had to devote all their efforts to building a dam, which the water then broke through at three or four places. We spent the rest of the night bat- tling the floodwaters.

The next day, December 10, at many places along the front line, the soldiers had to come out of their trenches so as not to drown. The Germans had to do the same. We therefore had the singular spectacle of two enemy armies facing each other without firing a shot.

Our common sufferings brought our hearts together, melted the hatreds, nurtured sympathy between strangers and adversaries. Those who deny it are ignoring human psychology.

Frenchmen and Germans looked at each other, and saw that they were all men, no different from one another. They smiled, exchanged comments; hands reached out and grasped; we shared tobacco, a canteen of jus [coffee] or pinard.

If only we spoke the same language!

One day, a huge devil of a German stood up on a mound and gave a speech, which only the Germans could understand word for word, but everyone knew what it meant, because he smashed his rifle on a tree stump, breaking it into two in a gesture of anger.

Applause broke out on both sides, and the “Internationale” was sung.

Well, if only you had been there, mad kings, bloody generals, fanatical ministers, jingoistic journalists, rear-echelon patriots, to contemplate this sublime spectacle!

But it wasn’t enough that the soldiers refuse to fight one another. What was needed was for them to turn back on the monsters who were pushing them, one against the other, and to cut them down like wild beasts. For not having done so, how much longer would the killing go on?

This was December 10, 1915. He goes on to write that the officer's reaction to this was ordering artillery to fire on any gathering on men in the open, german and frenchmen alike. Even leaving the trench for any reason was to be punishable by death.

Watching Andor, . Very good representation of mid-high level bureaucracy.

My work orders are too spread out today. There's not enough time to go home but fuck I've been sitting in Subway for like an hour and I've got another hour before I leave.

Unfortunately showing up early isn't an option, since it's an appointment at a customer's house.

Lets go Patriots baby love da Pats

Its nice that rn my last shift before the weekend is a half day. Hours are still about the same for the less busy period but I get em all done in the middle and then just waltz in at 5 and handle service, close at 9. Later start means I can get half of the errands and housework crap done that normally takes up part of my weekend. Not bad

Me trying to listen a peasant rights speech in my chud empire only to get bourgeoise propaganda

I mean bourgeoise are still better than the nobles I guess

Found this OG Pokemon fansite that lists the exact music cues (including the CD and track they're sourced from, when available) used in Pokemon episodes and lets you listen to them right there in the browser. Here's the very first episode; I've only spot-checked, but it seems like they have coverage all the way to the current episode which is wild considering there are over 1300 fucking episodes. Incredible labor of love.

edit: I completely missed that, due to this meticulous record keeping, you can go to their music database and see every single instance that a song was used in the anime. So for example, by looking at the page for the dub-original album 2.B.A. Master, I now know that Misty's Song (the ultimate PokéShipper fodder) was played as an instrumental version in a single episode of the anime: exactly 16 minutes into the 16th episode of Gold and Silver.

:::spoiler Women hold up half the sky but with men they hold 120% of the emotional weight

So before the Town Hall yesterday, my ex got her chance to clearly lay everything down. I was correct in my analysis, and also correct to think that already long standing concerns of mine were the problem. I am better motivated to face these, but we're talking stuff that pans out over timelines of months. She can make the choice to trust her intuition again, believe me either capable of changing or not, or see it. It left me really clear headed, and determined. I have things to change, but also a future I wanted to work towards.

But the best came after the rally. A friend of mine had come back for the weekend. I was supposed to be there to see them before just jumping onto the rally, but meeting out in a bar some miles away was fine. I had the chance to share what was happening, but I'm really appreciative to speak with some women about every thing. Both were wives, coincidentally, They were my friends, and they were wives? I dont know how to frame this correctly. But it felt like I had more to gleam for their perspective. Like a few others have said, I had the healthy view on what to do next. Endlessly appreciative to them for taking some time with me.

More importantly was the social aspect. I had no one to see or hang out with out here, not in the drop-in/drop-out nature that i was looking for. Small things that make me push myself to be more active, present, and involved with myself in my own life. It just sucks that we need people in our lives but life and the environment make that difficult. That sometimes paid spaces are all we have to come together in. The good news is i'm now working with a refreshed image of my social circle, some how maintained despite being negligent towards it. No one hates me or anything, sometimes we accept that life pulls us different directions and we wash ashore where we started.

It still hurts, but like a wound does when you acknowledge it and sit observing it, it's a spiritual or spectral kind of hurt, of knowing that this is pain, even if it doesnt actually hurt.

Ocelittle 👉 👈

https://www.aljazeera.com/opinions/2025/9/3/us-and-eu-sanctions-have-killed-38-million-people-since-1970 this study talks about how many people sanctions from the west has killed. I still gotta read more into this though

Google wants you to use their AI for every search and yet it won't even activate for "best weed grow kit recommendation" 🙄

it has been seeming to me lately that the digital and physical are somewhat the same though we pretend that they are drastically different. Specifically, I think about some of the real life consequences I’ve faced for doing certain things online and how the entirety of my working life since 2020ish has been online. Idk but this realization makes me so fucking uncomfortable, it’s hard to stay grounded.

Like what the fuck even is reality other than us (I got way too high last night)

It's really cool how i can drink what seemed like an ok amount of alcohol and then go to bed and then 8 hours later with nothing in me my body is like HEAD HURT, GO THROW UP when i know I'm dehydrated and need to DRINK LIQUID

Serious anti-ableism idea: encourage kids to learn ASL by remarking that it would let them communicate with their friends in class at school silently.