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Her name was Bev or Deb or Barb or Francine Maryanne Steinhouse McNaulty. But also June. I felt her glare yet dismissed my automatic fear response. She spoke in tongues and profanities and gang signs. I changed direction and offered her pineapple chunks straight out the plastic tray. “These chunks” ”Yeah, what about it?” ”They’re made for eat” And just like that, she blinked a dozen times in a second or two. She ran a mime comb through a ghost head of hair. She spit once to her left and finger gun shot at an invisible foe off in the distance. “Wheat affects me in the pancreas. But not my pancreas. Beyond any of this, I’d rather not say” A decade later, she hasn’t said another word about it. Nor about the storm. Nobody will discuss the storm.

I watched The Mandolorian twice, pooped once.

Deniro was not in Mr Mom. And DePalma did not direct Mr Mom. Mr. Mom was never called Hi Mom. Where’s Teri Garr?

It’s one of their more boring tracks imo. But boring boc is far from terrible. Old threads are fascinating. What will fifty year old threads be like to bump?

Also where’s the diversity in the sub forums? No women. Minorities? LGBTQ? Cancel the sub forums. Cancel Lenny Kravitz and cancel Watmm

This is actually opposite of pointless but an observation I have been having lately is that the older I get, the less ok I am with my ultimate and inevitable death. I feel like this should be trending opposite which would seem to be in line with most people as they grow older in that they generally are more comfortable with their mortality than the younger folk. Can’t even age properly. Fuck

Just watched this last night ! Trippy because I entered thread to reply the same. Trippier because last night I googled Innerspace 2 as a lark and because the movie ends with a gratuitous sequel setup and was a successful movie so why there wasn’t a sequel never made much sense. Turns out, Mandela Effect has loads of peoples who recall the sequel. What have we done? Also to be completely up front and honest, my last shit was way more Innerspace 1

Apologies for the misinterpretation or misread. However, I would challenge the notion everything is getting worse. From certain perspectives and metrics, things have never been better. Not to minimize how shit certain things are (climate change, trump style leadership/personalities in charge, nukes, whatever) but cumulatively we all should feel blessed compared to past generations. And if not, then maybe an existential case can be made that it’s all pointless. But that’s dangerous and irresponsible. I empathize with the sentiment though, truly

My only brother killed himself at age 36. My emotions run the gamut from hating him for it, to wanting to emulate him. It’s insanely complicated. But there are two huge reasons I would never. As another poster mentioned, anything is possible and I really want to see as much unfold as possible before I expire naturally. It’s a short fucking life anyway. And secondly, the pain I feel from his suicide is nothing compared to the pain our father feels, or his mother (half brother). Or his wife. Most all of us have someone or some people who would be ripped to fucking shreds by our suicide. I’ve endured a taste of that and witnessed it full on in loved ones. If my brother was still alive, a lot of people would be infinitely better off. Suicide is rarely a victimless act. I honestly don’t think my brother could ever fathom how much his suicide would have affected his loved ones and I’m convinced he wouldn’t have done it if he had had any clue.

I do genuinely love some of BoC, some of RDJ and a little Autechre. However, half of all BoC is boring, half of RDJ is nonsense, and Autechre can veer ridiculously pretentious at times. I’ve also ignored Squarepusher forever mostly, after not liking anything of his after a cursory listen but also admittedly not ever giving it much of a chance. I listen to Vaporware and IDM about equal. I used to enjoy Paradinas but, my God, that was almost the 90s

You know how I know none of this is real and indeed it’s just the suspected simulation many are coming on board with acceptance of? Heir Dumpis reportedly swills a dozen Diet Cokes a day to wash back the ridiculous quantity of McFilet O’ Fish and McRibs he consumes. And this bloat dump has nary a heart worry at age 70summin. In a baseline reality. Completely randomized and optimized because it is real and unfolding unimpeded, unmolested by any “hands”. Free from nudges and pushes. In the real real, this orange sack of meat spoils is dead by his mid sixties.

Maybe merge thread w/ Few Films Recently Watched because the answer to both is The Trouble With Harry

There’s some pretty solid scuttlebutt that Stephie Miller, dead-eyed inbred experiment cum presidential advisor, is the most untouchable man in the administration precisely because he is insanely touchable to one particular man baby and his insatiable but dehydrated and overcooked Jenni-O link sausage.