Black Rifle coffee, I’m assuming. The American coffee with guns on the cans.
Black Rifle coffee, I’m assuming. The American coffee with guns on the cans.
I mean, Chris Rea did once pop Bob Mortimer into a bath with egg in it after recording a single for Middleborough FC.
Honestly that’s something I never learned about until I was like, 23, 24. Still know bugger all about it and that’s fucked. Do you know any good resources where I can learn about this stuff?
There’s an entire industry of pedaling them as health products. I once had a random bint on a tour notice my sore back thanks to my scoliosis and asked me about it during some downtime in the tour. After the tour was done she “tipped” me by pouring an amount of essential oil on my palm, told me to rub it on my back, and that if I buy the stuff myself it’ll cure my scoliosis.
I walked to the break room and washed it down the drain. Shit made my hand STANK and my head hurt from the fumes.
I want what you’re having mate, might make sleeping off this awful fever better.
Honestly though I’m here for this level of personification. When something is very important to someone it often takes on a perceived personality which is just super fun for jokes and banter with them.
Where I work we often see tricolored bats. They’re just the cutest lil’ nuggets, killing off the local mosquitos. You go, wee nugget of the sky.
Ey, I guess it’s a breath of fresh air compared to mostly seeing support posts here.
Be autistic as well and give in to the autistic need for structure and routines.
Ja
Edit: fuck my original comment was meant for a different post lol
Aw man, I’ve honestly forgotten how much I’d enjoyed KenM from the other realm.
Edit: okay I just realized this was on the wrong post. Fuk
Never tried myself, but I’ve two sets of pals that are in poly relationships. The best advice they gave my curious mind on the topic is “If it’s not a hell yes, it’s a hell no.” I’m still curious about trying some time, but it’s certainly not a “hell yes” for me.
I will say on the picky eating habit, that can be a common behavior seen in autistic folks. With me my picky eating stems from texture - if a food feels weird in my mouth I get nasty gag reflex or vomit. Doesn’t matter how often I try, there’s foods and ingredients that, if I chew on it, I will vomit. It fucking sucks. I have to swallow my edibles whole with water cause most gummies make me vomit if I chew them.
Obviously not all picky eating habits are autism related, but myself and the other autistic picky eaters I know are just as frustrated, if not more, about having those habits.
Being stuck on music though, that I can understand. Even with me having my comfort zones, it’s always an occasion worth celebrating when I find an artist or album that absolutely SLAPS me silly from how rad it is.
I ain’t gonna call them mediocre myself, and The Wall means a lot to me personally with my own life journey, but there’s absolutely better, more musically interesting prog rock groups out there than Pink Floyd.
Tell that to Hasbro then and not the random internet person talking about the game mechanic which the game calls Jail.
Lessee…
First phone was a red Samsung feature with a feature phone around 2009, 2010 or so.
First computer of my own was an old IBM thing. Don’t remember the model, but it was just a simple black tower with a 16:10 monitor. 2 gigs RAM, 32gb hard drive, and a Pentium 4! It was too shit to render flashlights in HL2 Deathmatch but I played shit tons of that on it. Once it got a GPU and a 500 gig drive a while after, I clocked soooo many hours playing gmod and classic Doom on it as a kid.
When somebody contacts me out of the blue without my input, tries to sign me up to get murdered for the benefit of the military industrial complex, and reads “No, I’m not interested” as “tell me more,” I become less likely to be as polite about matters. No means No, and if you keep pushing I’m gonna be as blunt as I need to be.
Last time a recruiter harassed me via text he tried to convince me of all the kickass benefits and fun of being in the military. Straight up just told him “Dude, if you put a gun in my hand, you’re going to be responsible for a suicide. Not happening.” For some reason he never replied.
I often buy CDs from used media shops to rip the music in FLAC format to add to my digital collection!
I sure did feel the love and embrace of the son of God as his proud followers directly contributed to various traumatic experiences and abuses growing up that fucked me up as a child and led to me being an emotionally and mentally stunted adult. If this is God’s love, I ain’t impressed, and don’t gimme that shit about having my faith tested cause the sadistic bastard that sees global suffering en masse and explicitly allows it is not deserving of my faith.
Cool that your religion brings ya peace and joy mate, genuinely happy for ya. Shit sucks in the world and we all need some form of comfort, but my advice? Keep it to yourself.
Music From the Unrealized Film Script: Dusk at Cubist Castle, by The Olivia Tremor Control. This album is so good it almost hurts.