I thought it was quite good once upon a time.

I fell off a scooter and broke my arm.

We were at Bonnaroo in camp, and a guy comes up and sits with us. We don’t know him and he’s a bit odd, but radical inclusion and all that, so we let him stay. We try chatting to him, but he’s real weird. Also, he’s butt ass naked. We are all like “this is odd, right” but we all don’t say it out loud. Then naked guy asks for a knife. We notice he’s pulling at his foreskin and grumbling to himself that he is ‘itchy’. We say we don’t have a knife, and he starts to get mad. He leaves camp, and then we discover he’s stolen one of our phones. He leaves a voicemail saying he’s heading to space. We get the phone back. He pisses in a chair, then we find police on horses and tell them to take him in.

Years later we hear from a friend of his that he was going through a dark time and had taken some drugs that only deepened the psychosis. He wanted to cut his dick off. It wasn’t the drugs though, he was already in that bad place. Mental health facilities are so important, and we should focus on those before blaming the straw that broke the camel’s dick.

Actually I found out yesterday she nurses. She climbed into my arms and started sucking on my shirt.

I think (without any research, just from vague memory) the ear clipping isn’t actually all that painful to the cat, and the benefits of an immediate visual identifier outweigh it. I wouldn’t even know where to look for a cat tat.

We need a word that we can tag onto our posts that basically means “yes outdoor cats harm the environment and is bad for the cat, yes you should spay and neuter, yes I will register the stray with the county, check for a chip, and monitor lost posters to make sure the cat is not pre-owned before I adopt it, yes a cat is for life and I made this decision with sound mind, yes I know X food is not good for the cat, yes I know to get vaccines and regular cat care, etc etc etc”. Or, perhaps people can just assume good will from other humans and not throw unsolicited advice their way every time they post a simple photo of a cat.

It’s actually a breakaway bowtie (for cats). What’s the point in money if you can’t spend it on the neighborhood strays 🤣

I’m Beatrix Kiddo for Melon.

Yeah I’m secretly hoping for a fun new game to emerge from this. Idk what the rules are yet, but I’m excited to find out.

We think she belongs to the house behind us, so I’m gonna put a collar on her with a note tomorrow and see if we get confirmation.

Imagine being cool with pedo felon weirdos being normalized in the news.

Cat.

The facial expressions and the constant noises. It’s like a food dish with too much salt, doesn’t matter what the other flavor is once you decide you can’t stand the overpowering vibe of the thing.

Packaging should be made to be reusable. Glass jars must have easily removable labels, plastic wrap would only be allowed for sterile equipment, otherwise you have to use paper and other biodegradable materials. Branding would have to be completely removable too. Basically, packaging would remain a product of the state, and would be completely controlled. Corporations would have to pay packaging tax to subsidize control of this.

For twice the price of already exorbitant prices.

I work for an AI company that’s dying out. We’re trying to charge companies $30k a year and upwards for basically chatgpt plus a few shoddily built integrations. You can build the same things we’re doing with Zapier, at around $35 a month. The management are baffled as to why we’re not closing any of our deals, and it’s SO obvious to me - we’re too fucking expensive and there’s nothing unique with our service.

I mean… It’s kind of a good idea. Ride that 'so fucked it’s cool ’ wave. Can’t wait to watch influencers invest yet again.

No. I did that once (as a middle class person too proud to accept daddy’s help) and it was fucking awful. I lasted 8 months before I had to consult Bank of Dad, which I’m pretty impressed by, but everything about it sucked. I would steal loaves of bread from bakeries at 4am, as they’d leave them outside to cool. I’d go to late night chippies and make up stories about being on a great adventure for charity so they’d give me free chips, I’d buy my clothes from a market that sold soiled and ripped clothing donated from fast fashion stores, and I’d hand sew them back to acceptability so I could wear them. We’d dumpster dive, forage, and beg, and it still wasn’t enough. Rent started going on credit cards, I discovered new addictions I couldn’t afford just to cope with the pain of no heating, shitty food, and a general feeling of desperation. And I had a fucking safety net, I was nowhere near the suffering of most people at this kind of poverty line.

Elon is a rich prick. I got a momentary taste of poverty and it was fucking awful. He would have caved in a day.

Turns out I cannot buy one of those.