You are absolutely right, but how are you going to make a fire Twitter post if you can't engineer a situation like this? 🤔
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That would make a banging remix to Save A Horse, Ride a Cowboy .
Reminds me of how service industry workers are so used to negativity now that it's depressing
Oh my word, that was a beautiful but incredibly tough read.
edit: sharing my experience below, the length got a bit out of hand!
I live about four or five hundred miles from where I grew up with family, and I got wind of my dad being in hospital. I gave him a call like I did every short while, and the opening lines were a bit of a comedy:
"Hi dad, how are you?"
"Aye I'm alright thanks"
"Anything exciting happening? Any news with you?"
"no not really"
"... you're in the hospital, aren't you dad?"
"...yeah" 😂
We had a good chat - I offered to fly down and see him but it all seemed very positive and I'd already had plans to pop down the following month.
Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance - a couple of weeks later I got the dreaded phone call that he'd died as a complication of his illness. I was obviously gutted, but I consider myself very very very fortunate that in that phonecall, I had the opportunity to have a good chat with him and was able to tell him everything I wanted to, there was nothing left unsaid.
Anyway...
The part of our brain that does evaluation, desire, and choice has been completely overrun; when someone asks “I’m gonna grab sushi, do you want any” we stare at them in confusion.
Absolutely. The day after my old man died, I was due to cover a night duty at my old workplace. It's a straightforward role to deal with stuff that comes up, most of which is safety-critical in the industry so drinks, drugs, poor behaviour or low mental health are things to declare beforehand so you don't put yourself or colleagues at risk of clouded decision making.
My other half was away on a family visit, so a dear friend of mine invited me round for a few days to avoid the workplace - I politely declined thinking I was gutted but otherwise okay. I relented on going out to the local town for the afternoon - the Coca Cola truck was doing a promo thing so it would have been a good laugh before work.
And it was - I had a good half hour. He invited me round to his place for a quick BBQ before work, and it sounded like a good idea. Went to Tesco, and we were stood in the meats aisle. He asked me:
"Do you fancy burgers or hotdogs?"
I wasn't arsed either way. I just said "I'm not bothered mate, whatever you fancy". He wasn't having it.
"Do you want the burgers, or a hotdog?"
I wasn't moved one way or another, I'm usually happy enough to eat most things so I just said "i don't mind mate, you choose". Nope. Wasn't having it.
"No fella, I'm asking you. Do you want burgers, or a hotdog?"
I was getting a bit miffed at him asking me the same shit over and over but I just ran with it, and looked at both things he had in each hand. I could see the prepacked meat in each hand, but I couldn't choose. I knew I could just almost flip a coin in my head and pick left or right, but I couldn't critically evaluate what I wanted in such a basic decision. My mind felt like it was full of treacle, able to look and think and feel, but unable to move itself in a particular direction.
I understood what he was doing. "I'm sorry bruv," I said, "I can't choose". I phoned up and booked my three remaining shifts off.
It was the strangest feeling being unable to make that decision. It wasn't a hard call, just the mind was under so much stress I wasn't aware of that I couldn't just step forward.
As it happens I went home, had a good cry, got changed, and went back to his place for the evening and got hammered with him - lots of beer, Die Hard and Predator, and cracking tunes through to about 6am.
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TIL that Anthony Kiedis of The Red Hot Chili Peppers is a self-confessed child molester, according to his autobiography 'Scar Tissue'
The issue is that it needs to be informed consent, rather than just "they said yes"... or even worse, "they didn't say no". I feel like I need a shower just typing that.
In this instance, the girl may have seemed like a willing participant - but anyone "consenting" when they're below 16 (or whatever your local jurisdiction's legal age is) needs to be taken with a truckful of salt, and in most cases is entirely inadmissable as a legal defence. I'm all for granting young adults the opportunity to make most decisions for themselves - but there are certain grey areas that their age renders them vulnerable to coercion or exploitation, sexual interactions being one of them.
There are of course very narrow exceptions - most notably the Romeo and Juliet laws, but it's generally accepted that if one party is below the age of consent while the other isn't, then the consent is not informed and therefore not valid.
It doesn't have to be age-based either. It can be in environments where there is a sufficient difference in power dynamic (big difference in levels of seniority in the workplace; persons with learning disabilities or additional needs; or those with dependency issues) where consent is not informed and is the subject of coercion rather than genuine consent.
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I asked my eldest child what he wanted to do when he was older.
He said "I want to be one of those people that put cables into people's houses".
Absolute lad. Electricians are fucking voodoo workers. I don't think he'll ever be short of work either!
edit: that said, if I had to change career tomorrow, I think I'd go into either data networking at the physical layer, or work for a telecoms firm dropping fibre and sorting telephony dramas and whatnot.
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Fourth for Summit.
Say what you like, Summit Squad are nothing if not dedicated.
It's not to be taken literally - like other posts in the thread, it's just using language and terminology that was common in the late 90s and early 00s when bulletin boards and forums were in their heyday 😊
Found Macho Man's alt
u just necro'd this post bro
My apologies 😂
In short, a cardboard box full of food that contains the fat and salt content that exceeds the recommended daily intake for an entire small African country, for about £12 (~US$20?) which is absolutely fantastic for filling you up after having one or two or seventeen too many alcoholic beverages that evening.
I mean... that's one definition of tourism I guess?
I'm very much a "leave only footprints" sort of guy - I know Brits have a bit of a shit reputation particularly when it comes to inexpensive package holidays, but I think tourism and learning about the rest of the world promotes a greater understanding of the only planet we live on. Whether it's food; culture; history; or scenes of key historical events - it gives a window into people's own gaps in knowledge or empathy.
I agree that an economy based entirely on tourism is a house of cards in itself, but I don't think it's a binary choice. Humanity have always had a nomadic element and there will always be those who want to travel, but it should be done sustainably.
I'm not sure what part of the world you're from but in the UK, Chinese restaurants and takeaways popularised then concept of the Munchy Box.
Basically, a pizza box rammed with carbs and meats - chips, rice, battered chicken balls, onion rings, satay sticks, salads, all sorts of shit.
It's like a happy meal for an adult. Being absolutely smashed while troughing it only adds to the experience. Usually good for then following morning too.
Having experienced life in a city with a heavy tourism influence, it's not the tourists that's the problem, it's counterintuitively a select few locals ripping the arse out of it.
- Housing shortages and sky high rents because homeowners and flat owners stick their places on AirBNB and other types of peer to peer services they provide access to;
- Ludicrous policies imposed on residents by locally-contracted private enterprises like event managers extending their road closures and parking suspensions a quarter mile away from their actual event areas, fucking over residents who actually live there for the other eleven months of the year;
- Zero hour contracts for those in gig economy or service workers, who get used and abused for a few weeks a year and fucked off when the good times dry up, while business owners have made bank;
- Increased pressure on public services for a few weeks a year, caused by influxes of folk putting heavy demands on the staff but leaving local residents to foot the tax bill;
- ...and the usual creep towards city centre locations trending towards tat merchants selling utter shite.
It's important to note that none of the above is anything wrong, it's just assholery for the most part...
...and then those small numbers of "locals" have the gall to blame Mr and Mrs Miggins from halfway across the globe for ruining the city. Fuck all of the way off
I think I'd be like "Sizz... Suzz... Syss... Yiddish's cat next, please"
I bet your vet loves you when calling them through for their appointment 😂
It's a bit of a wank article to be honest - it doesn't even go on to say if the SIM was delivered. Why not wait the extra day and publish the article after it was due to be delivered?
If it didn't get delivered then it's easy meat for Trump-kicking, and if it did get delivered then you'd get some sort of review from some other poor fucker daft enough to sign up to it.
Bit of a waste of time really.
It's the feeling that keeps on giving too. Learning and working with a Linux distro is full of little victories, even if they are sometimes a little more hard fought than a Windows resolution.
I can only imagine it's how people feel when they perform a minor repair on their car or bicycle without taking it to a workshop and getting hosed for a three figure wad of cash.
Just this evening I learned the value of dpkg and fixed a broken Chrome install that had been bugging me for weeks if not months, and it's a skill I can use again in future.
I mean, I can't really talk, I'm still working away at undergrad level; and I've got all the social media clout of the average housebrick.