Couldn’t agree with you more! I absolutely love Beyond Meat products. My wife is a life-long vegetarian, and she’s the reason I consume 90% less meat than I used to. It’s equal parts idealogy and convenience. It got really annoying having to constantly cook up my own seperate portions for dinner. I kind of liked her veggie alternatives, albeit lacking in previous years, but then Beyond Meat dropped and completely changed the game. Now I prefer Beyond Beef over real beef. It’s cleaner, it tastes better, doesn’t have to be seasoned, and I’m not taking something’s life from it because I wanted to taste it in my mouth.

Beyond Sausage has also been perfected recently, and I eat a lot of those. I find the newest formula to be indistinguishable from real Italian sausages. And as a bonus, I manage at a grocery store, so I can order in those Gardein Supreme Chick’n fillets/nuggets, or the Gardein Seven-Grain Tenders and purchase them at cost. Saves us a fortune.

Any other suggestions? Plenty of room in my freezer!

I just spent ten minutes trying to figure out what the cutest breed of cow is, and just wound up feeling awful about the already miniscule amount of beef I still consume. Thinking it’s time to call it quits entirely.

We never quite got a good look at the monster in the trailer for Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein, but seeing this afterward has me feeling pretty satisfied

I posted beneath the wrong comment, but Lemmy isn’t forgiving enough to let me remove it outright. So since I hate grifters too, I’ll just say RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE!

Look up yonder, it’s old McPhee, he’s having a few, he can hardly see… Wrapped his buggy around a tree, someone call the Mounties!

I abused it a few times as a teenager, and it was really shitty every time. Someone told me that you can see the air by abusing Welbutrin as well, so naturally I tried that too. You can absolutely see the air, but it also makes you feel like you have a brain tumor.

Ernie is the coziest of bottoms.

Steve Boots has some good videos discussing the whole ordeal. Highly recommend him to fellow left-leaning Canadians. He’s a former teacher and has managed to teach me far more than I ever hoped to learn on my own.

https://youtu.be/RlO3uL10yKY

Thank you! Genuinely, that means a lot to hear. I’ve never heard anyone compliment my prose, but it’s something I value a lot in other literature, and have a hard time getting into novels that are lacking it.

I’ve been wanting/trying to write a fiction book for years, but I have a horrible habit of knocking out a few pages and then getting into my own head and picking apart my work. I’ll end up reworking it sentence by sentence until I hate whatever’s left. Your nice comment makes me want to try again. All the best to you!

My kid is the only one in the cul-de-sac with Minecraft. We have quite the popular couch this month.

While I no longer have the responsibility of collecting carts, I still work in the grocery industry and I appreciate your courtesy. I’ll never forget the agony of rounding up and pushing dozens of them through the snow and slush of a Kmart parking lot. I can’t believe I didn’t do more damage to my body then. Now it’s just the cement floors that are slowly doing me in.

They’ll just cook it on the same nasty spot they cook all the meat. It’s what all the restaurants get wrong with their Beyond/Impossible options. My wife loves Beyond Burgers at home, but she won’t order them from any restaurant because they cook them on the same grill that’s been used to fry up greasy beef all day. She doesn’t care if the grill has been cleaned. She just can’t do it, and I get it.

Sweet. Get Luigi on the phone.

No harm done. I really appreciate the pleasant response.

Honestly, as gross as one could argue that my nest kind of was, it was never so bad that I wouldn’t have my friends over. But I’ve seen some infinitely worse situations that smelled like sour milk and had mold on the mattress. The kind that make you feel ill just thinking about.

A big part of it is clothing being reworn again and again without proper washing. I used to be a fat slob myself, completely with a room full of dirty dishes and everything. Armpits and ass are only half the problem. I’d say perhaps only 1/3 of it. The big one for my past self (and for similar creatures who cross my path in the modern day) is old, musty clothing. Like jeans that have been put on so many times they they now smell a little damp and slightly mushroom-like. Shirts that have spent time wadded up in the corner of the bedroom, absorbing the smell of sweat and piss, only to be put on again when the dweller could find nothing cleaner to wear. They spend all their time in that space, immune to the smell around them, and can no longer detect the odors on their own. So they bring it with them everywhere they, to polluting cleaner, fresher spaces with their miasma.

I can usually guess (with accuracy) approximately how many cats a dweller has in their household (always far, far too many) just by smelling them as they walk by. These smells often clue you into what forms of memes and social media they consume as well – usually Pepe, Wojack and 4chan – but not always with similar accuracy. There are outliers, like my past self, 20 years now gone… Weird, dank, smelly leftists, with kind hearts and good intentions, but smelling oh so very fucking terrible, and always oh so fucking lonely.

It usually takes a good partner to help clean up that mess. A motivator. But a dweller who dwells that deep will find great difficulty finding one, for such partners do not dwell where the dweller does.

That was your takeaway? That I wasn’t inclusive in who potentially finds the feet arousing? Plug in whatever you would like. I’m not making fucking rules here.

I have to agree with this one. I acknowledge that feet are indeed connected to genitalia via nerves, but I highly, highly doubt that’s the reason that viewing a woman’s bare feet makes some men horny. I don’t think the foot fetish is about her and/or her nerves or pleasure at all. It’s a simple matter of getting to see an often delicate looking body part that is usually concealed, and being allowed to interact with them in a sexual way. I’m more of a butt/thighs/hips guy, myself.

I think of this meme often. My wife and I recently bought a house in a quiet cul-de-sac of a safe older neighborhood. My daughter went from spending most of her time indoors (because there was fuck all for her to do or go, and surrounding streets were busy) to spending probably 75% of her time outside, whether playing with friends or flipping rocks in my garden to look for bugs. It’s wild how much a child’s interests change when their environment actually provides them the green spaces they need.

I hate that in most places (at least here in North America) parks, trails, and other green spaces are just an afterthought, when we should be planning our neighborhoods around them. But hey, you can’t squeeze another cheap manufactured home in between these two other densely packed manufactured homes if there are empty spots for trees and nature.

I am pleased with the city I live in for leaving so much of our forest and river valleys intact. We have an elaborate trail system weaving throughout the entirety of our city, all interconnected, and any time additional roads to ease congestion are proposed, people vote them down in favor of protecting the bands of forest and dealing with traffic. Only the worst people I’ve known are voting yes to bulldozing chunks of it for the sake of an easier commute.

When I was much younger I had heard for the first time a swan circling the shore of my lake in the dead of night. It was this eerie swooshing sound, like huge wings, accompanied by the weirdest nasally grunting. This thing circled the entire lake multiple times, but I could see nothing in the dark.

Now, I was probably just high, as I usually was during that period, but I remember taking to social media to ask if anyone else had “heard something weird flying around the lake” the night before. Unfortunately, people thought I was talking about a UFO, and I wound up being ridiculed for it.

It took me years before I had finally witnessed a swan doing the same thing in the light of day, and was able to finally drop my half-baked fear that Nosferaru had been taking to the skies at night in my lake community.