Maybe… “there is no such thing as bad publicity” ?

It is itself hyperbole and it’s by no means absolute, but yea plenty of times where bad publicity is still publicity.

FYI Hyundai also plans to extend the warranty on the infamous ICCU to 15 hears and 400000km.

Took me a while to realize this wasn’t about Mick Gordon.

100% of bullshit reports can be replaced by AI.

Honestly, it’s really not my place to encourage you to do or not do anything (or her).
I’m just saying this kind of connection is special and something to be cherished, to hold on to it, to nurture it, to enjoy its bliss.

Whichever way works for you both is fine, really.
You can choose to try and make what you want out of this connection. By all means, spend time with her, let it develop into what it may.

In our case, both of us already being happy in our own long-term non-poly couples, that’s quite a bit different.
And so we focus on maintaining the privilege to be part of each other’s lives first and foremost without blowing each other’s lives up.

I imagine some/most go on their whole lives without ever meeting this person for them and I feel blessed.

I’m not a religious, spiritual or otherwise superstitious person.
I don’t even know how to say this without sounding crazy, even to myself.

Soul friends are a thing.
I don’t even know what exactly, and a soul doesn’t have to be some weird metaphysical spiritual soul or whatever, but like whatever makes our innermost selves… us?

I don’t think I can fully explain it to someone who hasn’t lived through this, but it feels like this person has always been part of my “self”, so much that I don’t even always see her as separated from me.
Not in a co-dependant way, it just is.
It’s almost like having one brain in two bodies.
A new feeling of wholeness that I can’t begin to describe, and honestly probably don’t need to, at least not to her, she gets it, I get it, whatever.
It doesn’t even need to be romantic, though it could be.
Certainly, none of it fits in a nicely labeled societal box.
And yet, this person is far from perfect and doesn’t need to be. Around each other, our flaws don’t matter anymore, they don’t need to be hidden, we don’t need to play some role or worry about optics or whatever… it’s… her… we accept each other as we are, raw. It’s enough, we’re enough.
We feel safe around each other, sharing stuff we’d never even approach with anyone else.
Without always realizing it, we heal each other of our past, we understand each other and ourselves better just by having each other. We’re brutally honest, yet no judgmental and genuinely caring.

And yet, despite all this, we honestly may not be a good fit as a couple.
I mean there certainly could be worse matches, but we’re best friends first and foremost, although the friends label really doesn’t do justice.

I realized I don’t know why I’m saying all this.
I guess I get excited whenever I see people connecting to each other.
Cherish it for what it is, raw human connection, it’s fine even if you don’t what “it” is.
Peace

I’m a network sorcerer.
Wizards are more the book-type while I draw my networkink power from my bloodline.

I’m just saving Planescape: Torment 5 times.

Well damn

Darkest Dungeon (the first)
It’s fun, but particularly punishing now that most available missions are at the hardest difficulty.
Not too sure how long I’ll keep banging my head on certain bosses though.

Dave the Diver
It was interesting, refreshing even, but I don’t see myself playing too much past the the main story.

Shattered Pixel Dungeon
I’m playing on my phone, an everlasting classic in my rotation.
I do have it on Steam, but I mostly play on my phone, I’m just used to using the Wacom pen (Samsung Note) for this game.
A mouse would be fine too, but I usually play this on the couch and not at my desk.

You’re off by an order of magnitude in these percentages.
In most places, it is legal to drive with a blood alcohol content between 0.025% and 0.08%.
Over 0.08% is a DUI.
Over 0.8% is death.
25%… you’d indeed need a thanatologist to get there.

Looks like maybe ~2mm spacing on these lines so possibly just belt related.
Check if it’s worse in a specific axis, the belt might might just be too tight.

Or offcenter, or something… looks like teeth from a belt, idler or pulley

I have an old wood box that overflows with mint.
Anything outside the box gets the weed wacker.
Works well enough.
Then again oregano made of easy in there and it’s like the Blood War in there now.
Sometimes the mint starts taking over, sometimes it’s the oregano.

Might as well go back to the 1812 method of renovating at this point.
Probably less insulting to the concept of the USA than whatever the fuck this is.

Kill it with fire.

I do this but also store the tens in my toes.

Phones sometimes will ignore your local DNS (if any) and still use whatever the vendor hardcoded.

Try to reach the website from the phones, both with its FQDN and its IP.

I have a whiteboard on the fridge and I’ll write “pasta 1329” or something.

Oracle: about the only thing I would trust less than a random Chinese company.

C’est très peu, très tard, mais légèrement mieux que l’inverse…

Fuck les génocides