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  • Nah, I think your brain is just defaulting to social concepts of race which is kind of ironic. It was confusing, but that seems to be the case after all.

    But not enjoying the negative traits of my genetic composition and wishing I could substitute them with others is totally fine. If there was a race of humans with wings, you better fucking believe I find that a cool trait to have. They’d be ugly bat-like ones with skin and shit, but the benefits would be too good to pass up. If you want to acknowledge the social concepts of racial inferiority or superiority to the wings, or even subscribe such concepts, that’s all you. But, as you would note in my original comment, these sorts of ideas are silly to me.

    And I know what horseshoe theory is. It’s mention makes absolutely no contextual sense, but it is highlighting where some people’s brains disturbingly wander off to. Won’t be dragging me along, though.


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    Depends where I’d geographically end up. Whatever genetic traits benefit that the most and also what I want to do the most.

    For starters, I’d be preferring more melanin, but I still like my northern EU frame for swimming. Hmmm…but I would like longer legs for running. Also more east asian hair for convenience.

    Having Nordic height is convenient too, but the weight is rough when falling so African lakes region is good for that.

    My spawn point is prob somewhere around the Pacific. Sailing and surfing will be my jam, so if I had to select a preset, probably Tongan sub if Polynesian, but I’d rather.customise.

    I dunno, what would you pick?









  • One of the reasons I switched was just being sick of dealing with Windows issues, the time spent troubleshooting, having to constantly tinker. And despite all the users out there, the frequency of hitting a dead end and just having to deal with it was common enough.

    So after yet another Windows-fuelled rage and four glasses of wine, “Fuck it! I’ll see what everyone’s raving about…”

    An hour later…





  • There’s a locked liquor cabinet at my local store. It’s at the back with the wines and cheeses.

    Trying to find someone to open it for you is such a mission. And because it only boasts lower end spirits, you feel like such an fiend chasing down a store member who can radio the person with the key, who takes five mins to arrive, just for a bottle of low-mid tier whiskey.

    There’s $10 sake in there. On the unlocked shelf next to it you could grab a $60 merlot.




  • I grew up surfing in the late-90s early-00s, and we’d always paddle in to go to the same place for lunch. They had a jukebox and we always put on Yellow Submarine simply because one time flicking through someone thought it sounded funny, and turns out the song’s a bit of a joke. The owner hated the ritual, but he knew we’d put on Stairway To Heaven next and leave.

    We chose Stairway To Heaven as loosely as we did Yellow Submarine. Never heard it before, but we had heard of it. Those two songs covered scoffing down lunch and then we’d paddle back out for the afternoon session.

    This occured for years until we grew up and left town pursuing adult things as newly born adults now out of highschool.

    The owner was a great guy. Told us as much as he hates Yellow Submarine, he was going to miss us as much as he loved Stairway To Heaven (along those lines anyway). We never learned each other’s names, but he always gave us shit when we walked in and told us to enjoy our surf when we left. Those two songs and that jukebox remind me of him all these years later and I’m sure they remind him of us punk ass surfer brats.