10 year old me would be extremely disappointed in my Christmas lights.
I should have Clark W. Griswold level lights, but with colors and blinking lights.
Instead I put up all plain white lights along the windows and doors and a wreath like a reasonable person.
It’s so much work as an adult with adult responsibilities to find time to hang lights, and even worse when you have to take them down.
I am ashamed.
Absolutely love winter. It’s my favorite time of the year. I like being inside when it’s cold and dark out. I like not sweating. Feels good man.
Absolutely detest switching back and forth between standard and DST. What a load of crap. Just pick one and be done with it.
My absolute favorite Rhys Darby appearance is X-Files Season 10 Episode 3, “Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster”
Consider me excited.
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
There’s either a Gen X saboteur on the Trump/Vance team or everybody is either too young or too old to know about ALF.
Seriously, “illegal aliens are eating all the cats?”
Boomer: Oh my God!
Gen X: Haha…ALF!
Millennial: Oh my God!
Is the Italian place a lamp store?
I’ve re-watched that Gojira performance like 10 times. The beheaded Marie Antionettes were <chef’s kiss>.
I’m getting old and have watched a lot of opening ceremonies with all of this art that they have to explain the meaning to you.
In front of an in-person audience of hundreds of world leaders and live to the entire world, the French chose to depict their final monarch that they deposed and beheaded while playing death metal and opera. That’s one of the most badass things I’ve ever seen. And the announcers didn’t have to explain to you how badass it was.
Haha. Beat me to it.
I think that would depend on how much work either of these are.
Does running 100mph feel the same as normal running?
How much work is flying?
If running and flying are the same amount of work, then I probably won’t be able to fly very far.
Edit
Nevermind, OP said don’t worry about the physical part.
I WANT TO FLY.
Yup! 7 extra hours of the same challenges…great, now I have more time to work on taking better care of myself. Or I can just instantly be healthier.
I would rather have the “eat anything for perfect nutrition”.
If I took the “sleep 1 hour a day for perfect rest”, I would use that extra 6-7 hours a day to try to achieve the nutrition and exercise goals I’m already working on.
It takes approximately 4 hours of jogging to work off the calories in a Five Guys meal. I’d rather eat a guilt-free bacon cheeseburger and fries, then get a nice 8 hours of sleep.
Five Guys Nutrition Calculator
| Calories: 1873 |
Jogging burns 100 calories per mile. 1873 calories = 18.73 miles
Average jogging speed 4-5 mph 4.5 mph * 4 hours = 18 miles
I used to hate olives, along with a lot of other things. Peppers. Beans. Blue cheese. And I used to tell everyone about how much I disliked stuff.
But then I grew up. You don’t have to eat olives if you don’t want. But if you restrict your life to your little pre-approved list of acceptable foods, you’re missing out.
Life is short. Way too short. You don’t want to discover how delicious a dirty martini with blue cheese olives is when you’re old.
Justified. I was in Edinburgh with my family and we had a lovely outdoor table.
I went to the bathroom and our dinner came out while I was in the bathroom and a seagull STOLE MY GODDAMN £30 STEAK. Just hopped up on the table next to my brother-in-law and yoinked my medium-rare ribeye.
Fuck those sky-rats.
It even goes beyond this.
Everyone thinks they’re smarter than everyone else. Smarter than doctors, scientists, and engineers. Definitely smarter than whatever the political or ideological “other side” is.
It’s ruining our society. When George Carlin did his bit about “how stupid the average person is”, he forgot to mention how 99% of us assume we skew into the “smarter than average” side.
I can’t have conversations with people I used to respect, relatives, old friends, or even casual acquaintances without everyone blathering on about how stupid these people are or that group is. I hate it.
Me no lurk. Me comment.
Yup. The realization that we’re all just making it up as we go is when it happens. Welcome to adulting.
Yep. I sneezed and now my back hurts.
This is it. Paying bills? Nah. Owning property? Nope. The realization that there’s no such thing as an “adult”. BOOM. Now you’re an adult.
It just finally cooled off where I live. I can spend more than 15 minutes outside without sweating.
I’m so happy. I call it Reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder. The first day around May that it hits 90⁰ outside I’m depressed until late October.