I hate the frequent use of “call(s)” in journalism to paint this dishonest picture that there is a large group or important figures actively motioning to do shit, when it’s almost always just as you’ve said here. One or two inconsequential dicks with a stupid opinion.

Best I had was a Nova Scotia lobster roll with fries cooked in truffle oil. Also way too much wine.

Conservatives and other schizophrenics have a huge hatred for him on social media as well, believing he’s part of a network of child traffickers because he thinks it’s funny to post pictures of lost gloves on the street. Also, one pic had a secret code linked to child trafficking written next to a sewer grate, that was later revealed to be a perfectly normal code for city planning/line maintenance or something.

Whenever I poop I try to say the word “poop” with my butthole. It always makes the perfect poop. Not a lot of people know that.

Every article lately using the word “quietly” in the headline to drive clicks, to trick the user into thinking they’re getting in on some controversial secret. It’s the new “slammed”.

Sometimes old ladies shop at my work and the lingering smell of perfume transports me back to childhood, lingering in the hallway while my mom got herself ready to go out. That’s about the only positive thing I can say about most perfumes. I do like my wife’s sweet vanilla scent, though.

This was a pet peeve of mine when I used to work customer service. The biggest douchebags were always middle-aged men with sunglasses on.

Good on you! I know so many adults who have no desire to learn how to cook and as a result spend a fortune on food delivery. I had a friend/co-worker a few years back who lived with a couple he knew since college. Couple moved on and a few hours across the province, but he was so helpless/useless he would make the drive every two weeks to have one of them meal prep all of his food for him.

Pixel gang! ♥️😎

Some of the tax firms my wife has worked for have hosted extravagant Christmas parties in mountain-top restaurants in Banff and the like. We get to pretend we’re fancy people and order the most expensive menu items for a night.

Lemmy - Bailed on reddit during the API fiasco and found this community to be much more welcoming and enjoyable. I don’t get into fights on here at all because (most of) our users aren’t needlessly confrontational over inconsequential things. As a result, my levels of stress and general doom/angst have been much lower since migrating here. However, the election poisoned the well and I find myself avoiding Lemmy more often because I can’t sit here and read about Donald Trump all fucking day.

Facebook - I immigrated to a different country several years back and Facebook is unfortunately my easiest link to friends and family back home. It lets them share in my life here and see my daughter grow up.

WhatsApp/Facebook Messenger/Discord - Light/casual use for communicating with a select few friends or family members. Really not a fan of Discord, though.

My family rescued a huge fluffy chow back in the '90s who promptly tried to bite my heart out of my chest. I still have the circular scar and it feels super good to scratch at. Dog was put down, obviously.

For me, probably fatherhood. At least when it’s wholesome and going well, which is about maybe half of the time. Depends on the day with a four-year-old. But even when I want to hurl her off of a fucking bridge, I’ll miss her to death the moment she’s finally asleep or at preschool. So much sometimes that I could probably cry. It’s really powerful. I truly know what it feels like to be willing to die for something. No hesitation. I’d die for my wife as well, of course, but with my daughter it’s a whole other animal. It’s hard to articulate.

B.C. is fucking gorgeous, but even the most backwater shithole of a home there in some tiny town with one gas pump lists for 600k or more because you can see mountains from your bathroom.

My wife and I looked up multiple listings we had driven by out there last summer purely out of boredom and curiosity, and from Alberta to Vancouver they were all priced like that. We didn’t even bother looking up the really nice ones.

I genuinely don’t know how all the regular folks living out there with basic or retail/service jobs manage to survive at all.

Scandinavia thrives under Odin’s watchful eye.

The good eye. Not the bad one.

Bad one doesn’t work.

I just view the person giving it as trashy. They’re like a living Kid Rock album. So bad-ass.

It was either the shrimp or the bean sprouts in the food court Pad Thai. I was visiting my S.O. in Canada and wound up in a 3-day war with food poisoning. I could not stop puking and shitting. I shit so much acidic death juice that my asshole was in absolute agony and never cooled down. It was like someone had fileted and cauterized my rectum. I couldn’t even sit on the couch properly. Fortunately, her sectional was old and had collapsed in on itself in the very corner. I sat in this corner, right on top of the collapsed portion. It was perfect for supporting my body without making contact with the seat of my pants. I sat in this corner for three days watching weird YouTube videos about Centralia and other phenomena, while intermittently hopping up to puke and shit and fart. I was so fucking sick. I felt like I was going to die.

It was likely a permanent Sharpee marker. Hopefully it holds up. Fingers crossed that I’m able to return there as a ghost one day to watch someone unearth what they believed was a map to the family treasure.

It’s been a few years but I don’t remember that at all, but I’d be interested to see if I’m bothered by it on a re-watch.