Only if you swallow.

Oh, no, they’re definitely picky:)) One of my exes had an Amstaff with whom I’d developed a much healthier relationship than with her owner. My ex also dropped off her dog at my place for weeks so she could take some emotional space. I didn’t care, that dog and I got along like two peas in a pod.

Anyway, point is, she was a VERY astute dog and we became fast friends. I’d always let her “inspect” whatever I was feeding myself and I’d usually get a huff and a butt as remarks about my food. She didn’t even want to lick the crap I was eating at the time (lots of take-out, lots of processed foods, etc.) However, she LOVED my potato salad, and a lot of other home-cooked dishes. Seldom the meat, though.

And not all that bad, actually! I’m dead serious, there were times when I caught myself sneaking out a fistful from my cat’s food bag and munching like a rodent. Once you get accustomed to the taste (which, in most cases, tastes like really tough bread flavoured with saltless steak, or saltless boiled carrot, or saltless fish), it makes for a decently filling snack.

Dog kibble has even less flavour than cat kibble, mostly tastes slighly savoury and bland, though. Which I find weird and, like… all dogs I’ve met enjoyed a plethora of flavours, wouldn’t they do the same with their kibble?

Yes, that was their incoming shriek, you’d hear a Doppler of the Nokia ringtone, then it started raining bricks!

We got really lucky the RAZRs were personable and took pity on us, the data plan was a reasonable compromise at the time… It was either that, or those barely functional Sony nav nubs for everyone, and that would’ve been assured extinction!

The Smartphone Wars, when Nokia bombardments were a daily reality! Rough times…

That’s also how the alarm clocks were wiped out! It was a massacre…

It’s also further proof that I absolutely suck at identifying jokes:))

I apologise if I came off as too “dime store philosopher,” this whole normalcy thing has deep roots in my conception. I’ve seen so many people haunted by the feeling of being abnormal (myself included, ngl), that it’s become a sort of a nurturing instinct to try to dispel it as much and as often as I can.

Respectfully disagree, our interpretation of mathematics is secondary to the entirety of existence. “Normal” is most definitely not exclusive to mathematics, and thus, in this context, entirely unrelated.

Honestly, I would. In my opinion, if it exists, then it is normal.

Even what we perceive as shitty/horrid/weird/unorthodox is entirely normal, as everything is part of a deeply complex causal system. We may not fully grasp the tapestry of ramifications which lead to said causal normalcy, but, again, if it weren’t normal, it wouldn’t exist (to further entangle this, nothingness itself thus becomes normal).

Everything beyond that is our biased perception which births opinions. Nothing more. This is not to say that our opinions don’t matter, as some aspects are more constructive than others (eg. honesty vs. deception, life vs. death, etc., and even these can switch places in the right context) and we have the power to act upon our opinions and directly influence the system of causality within which we exist, which we should do as often and as sincerely as possible.

Well, uh… the shower certainly has you covered on the water end, but doesn’t it make the PB all runny and weird?

Ooooh, that makes more sense, yes! Thank you and sorry!

Which fuck?

There are two (in terms of “every song on them is my favourite”):

• Linkin Park - Reanimation
• Placebo - Sleeping With Ghosts

Speaking for the back row without realising it, especially when I’m passionate about the subject.

I still haven’t figured out how to prevent it, people frequently tell me that I start bellowing after a point in my discourse. And that’s on top of having a naturally resonant voice…

Honestly, I’d go the full cyborg route, like in Ghost in the Shell. This would be my first step toward adjusting my consciousness to existing within and controlling an artificial environment, ultimately aiming for fully uploaded consciousness. I’d want to exist as a cyborg for a couple of decades, then I want to be uploaded into an autonomous space probe with as many sensor types as possible and left to explore the Universe (+/- relativistic speeds, I don’t really care). BUT I’d also want the possibility to erase myself, because I most certainly wouldn’t want to live forever. At least, not as I see it now. This is the purely sci-fi version.

In the realistic version, a cybernetic eye and a logic co-processor to increase my background process bandwidth. Sure, a brain-computer interface would also be nice, but I somehow suspect I’d get nostalgic for the clackety-clacks and would most likely revert to analog interfacing after a point (for which I’d like that “fingers within fingers” prosthetic from GitS).

Unless, of course, Musk (or any other such) will be handling said cybermods, in which case none, thanks. I’d rather just decay and die as a basic human being than have such people tinker with my bits.

Not even close. Take Foundation, for instance. The show is ok in itself, but when compared to the books, it neglects so many vital details (in my opinion) that it became downright frustrating to watch after a point, subtitles or no. As a positive example, The Shining the movie and The Shining the book are both brilliant works of art, but are very different all in all.

As for brushing my teeth, after breakfast/coffee (I serve both immediately after waking up, because I usually wake up starving and groggy).

I once fell out of the attic of an abandoned house because an owl scared the living crap out of me - it was huge and it made itself look even larger, must’ve been the largest bird I’d seen IRL by that age. Does that count?

Sorry, based on principles, the removed upvote… uuh… stays?:))

Not just that, but even works with general tension.

Had this neighbor at my old place, she loved to replicate a full cinematic experience at 1 AM, played music very loudly during the day, sorta’ calmed down after I started knocking on walls, but not really (she’d still go full blast with the movies up to midnight, still generously shared whatever she was listening to with the rest of her neighbors, etc.)

So, being the socialite that I am, I started responding in kind. Not with blaring movies at night, but with trying to compensate for her concerts with my own, singing poorly and loudly around the house, stuff like that. And we kinda’ settled into that routine of mutual annoyance.

Thing is, though, I was attracted to her, but in a purely lustful way. And I’m pretty sure she had something similar going on her end, because the tension was palpable every time we met face to face. And, lemme tell ya’, that wasn’t the “I want to strangle you” kind of tension. Well, maybe some strangling, but not the main focus.

What I tried to explain through this venting of unspent frustrations is that sometimes you just get the hots for someone you don’t like as a person, and that would most definitely not stop either of you from bumping uglies. Quite the contrary, the interpersonal tension usually amplifies the sexual one. The wonders of biological imperatives at work!

As a Romanian, tipping here does very much help Hospitality/Delivery workers, as our wages are deep down the toilet.

Our tipping culture is (or was, at least) pretty similar to the US’s, 10-15% as a standard tip, 20% if you’re flush and the service was notable (checking up on you occasionally, helping you make sense of things if need be, polite, nothing over-the-top). Same thing goes for delivery people.

Nowadays, I suspect people have somewhat maintained the ratios, although this comes mostly as an anecdotal observation - I started tipping 20-25%, or even double that if I’m ordering groceries (because I stock up for weeks, so it’s quite a bit to carry), and a LOT of delivery people have remarked that it was the largest tip they’d ever received (as an average example, about a 20RON ~ $4 tip to a 100RON ~ $21 food order).