Have you seen what the cops here do to handcuffed people already on the ground? You’re fucked either way, may as well try to stay in a defensive posture with the ability to (try to) ward off physical attack.

Also, police confrontations aren’t known for creating calm environments. People make rash and sometimes unreasonable decisions when they are scared or feel threatened.

It’s also my birthday! But no relaxation for us, I invited everyone over to help me build a giant patio cover in exchange for a steak dinner. I’ll consider not breaking my back a wonderful present.

That was disproven like 10 minutes after it was suggested yet it’s the only version that seems to be making the rounds.

Moving to a rural/secluded area has been the best thing ever for my mental health. My commute is gorgeous and there’s nothing better than waltzing around outside naked in the sunshine.

The 900 or the 36,000,000,000?

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Wunderground FTW! It also lets me tap into my local home weather station, as well as those of my nearby neighbors and the weather forecasting is far superior to whatever the hell came with my phone.

I think it’s easy to focus on “only 900 users” and completely gloss over the fact that thirty six BILLION FUCKING DOLLARS were shoveled into this dumpster fire. That’s an inconceivable amount of money that’s being sucked from consumers (aka humans) via ad costs passed on in the form of higher product fees so 900 people can traipse around a server being supplied by what I’m convinced is an ultra-rich robot in human skin.

Someone reboot this reality please, I fucking hate it.

Throw in a decade or two of “marijuana is bad and will leave you addicted and homeless” just to grow up and find out “nope that was primarily just a few greedy bastards shoving opiates down our throats” and wham, you’ve got yourself a generation primed for escapism.

Don’t limit yourself, hoses are also great for spraying unruly children and innocent passersby!

Yes, though I did end up as ELT. I left it out for clarity above.

I got called by a military recruiter right before I graduated high school. I had nothing better to do so I signed up to take the entrance exam. After a music festival and somewhat still drunk I took it and actually did very well. The recruiter told me I should go into the nuclear field. I said “ok”. Then they split us up into our rates and I became a mechanic after learning they spend the least amount of time sitting still (that was my only criteria). I thought the work was interesting and the nuclear power plant was fascinating to me, so I went to university after my stint was up and became a mechanical engineer. Now my specialty is project management in a manufacturing plant. I get to run around and climb on things and nerd out whenever I want and I love it.

I’m not diagnosed but I “feel you” lol. I never really had a name for it aside from just hitting my limit. There’s no amount of excitement, argumentativeness, sorrow, etc that reaches me after that. It’s like being physically or mentally exhausted but for your emotions. Its never really concerned me though because what am I supposed to do about it?

Overall it’s a similar response to my social battery. It just wears down to the point where I’ll withdrawal, and if someone tries to push me further I get very snippy and will eventually just leave the area/situation or go completely gray rock until it ends. As I’ve gotten older I’ve noticed I’ve built in escape hatches for myself and have no qualms about just walking out of emotion-ridden situations or even the middle of conversations. You will never see me without control over my own transportation to get home for more than about 30 minutes, and that’s only in emergencies.

I’ve never really planned my day around it though, as I’ve already built my life around it. I’m reclusive and analytical by nature and any type of strong emotion is usually a bit much for me. I hate sappy movies and songs, I usually refuse to participate in arguments after a certain level of heat is hit, and I find excessive excitement grating to my nerves. My family growing up was always very “extra” to me so they’ve learned they only get a few hours during the holidays before I do the ol’ Midwest knee-slap and hit the road.

Now the only time I hit my limit is usually during arguments where I am disinclined to leave (like at home with a spouse). Then I just end up looking like a psychopath because I’ll suddenly just kind of shut down and just go numb. My husband says he finds it very unnerving but it’s a pretty rare occurrence.

This is the best sports reporting I’ve seen a while.

“It is extremely unfortunate that based upon this incident his life will never be the same,” Rodriguez’s attorney said outside court after the sentencing.

Oh, fuck all the way off with that.

Finally, success.

I’ve lived through enough financial crises that constantly hearing that (“Low unemployment! Go spend money! It’s fiiiiine, everything is GREAT!”) for the past year has made me a nervous wreck.

Hey now, windows and balconies were doing the heavy lifting (dropping?) earlier this year. Must have been a shortage in poison due to the embargos.

Found in western North America from the Pacific Northwest to central California. Which the name was a dead giveaway for because everything over here has that dude’s name stamped on it in some form or another.

Any good thriller will do, but there can be a lot of chaff to sift through. I recently read All the Sinners Bleed by S. A. Cosby, A Good House for Children by Kate Collins, Her Little Flowers by Shannon Morg (my personal favorite), and The Anomaly by Hervé Le Tellier. All of them held my attention and had enough twists to keep me awake far longer than I should have been.