I remember somebody asked a question, like, if you had a sentient toilet, would you prefer that it hated being a toilet, or that it loved being a toilet?

This one obviously loves it.

You’re so stupid that you thought Bose–Einstein condensate was something that you wipe off of your windows.

You’re so stupid that you think that you’re not.

Idk, probably.

If they are able to consent and they do consent.

They do, but they would never show it to you.

They hide that room from the people they know would misuse it.

That looks like a mid-2010s vehicle, like maybe a 2015?

Like worst case, it needs new tires, and all of the fluids flushed.

I work in tech and the best resource for learning how to work in tech is to be asked the stupidest question you could ever fucking possibly imagine by somebody that makes 17 times your annual salary.

Shout out to Alan Pan for inventing this.

Or a shit poster so refined they’ve become a manure poster.

That’s totally fine. Do what works best for you.

Normally at Vietnamese restaurants I’d always get a bahn mi, hard to go wrong with a delicious tasty sandwich, but I decided to try the pho.

Pho is a soup made with raw meat in hot broth. It looked mildly unappetizing when I first got it, but it was one of the best meals I’d ever had in my life.

Maybe it’s more commonplace now, but where I lived, there was only one Vietnamese restaurant in like a 20 mile radius, so it was completely new to me.

Also, Egyptian food, I found a place called kebab in Portland when I was driving through on vacation one year, and I stopped there because they said they serve Egyptian food and I’ve never had Egyptian food. The food I picked was called chicken kusharia.

It was grilled chicken with a tamarind sauce on top of a bed of rice and a slightly crunchy chickpeas. The dish had the aroma of patchouli, which is not something I associate with food.

It was an experience. From the very first bite, it was like I was very present in the moment. Each and every single bite had a new flavor, a new twist to it. There was like lemon juice and lime juice and side salad and one of the best hummus sides I’ve ever had in my life.

If I just stuck with plain, ordinary fast food because I was on vacation, I never would have gotten to experience that.

I fuck with this hard. I always pick weird foods when I go to a new restaurant, stuff that I don’t know what I’m getting, and if it’s bad I eat it, if it’s good I eat it.

I live with the consequences, and as a consequence of that, I have found some amazing meals and foods that I never would have eaten if I hadn’t experimented.

I bet once the money runs out and he is returning to his day job, he’ll be thinking about the fact that he gave back 6.3 million of it.

Like, maybe he’ll think good thoughts of himself, and most likely that’s worth it. But I’m sure when he has a real shitty day, he could be like, man, if I hadn’t handed over $6.3 million to someone that had abandoned it…

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am all for non-traditional education, but I also know that each person learns different things at a different rate, and there’s also a social component to attending school with people and seeing them on a regular basis that is incredibly difficult to recreate with homeschooling.

Like if I have my druthers, I will probably at the very least put my kids into a Montessori should I get to have any.

But it depends on their temperament.

I was a very motivated self learner. I read multiple encyclopedias, I would read our schoolbooks before the school year even started. So I never really had to put any effort in because I already knew all of the information and classes simply served as a refresher to help the information set in.

If my theoretical future child is similar, then a Montessori would be great for them because it would create an environment that would help them learn the information they are interested in learning while they’re interested in learning it instead of forcing them to go at the pace of a public school.

But the only way I would homeschool would be if I, I don’t know, won the lottery or something and had the time and inclination to ensure that my child had every single advantage affordable to them, afforded to them.

Yeah, like my limit would be people that occasionally recreationally use weed or drink.

If I find out that someone was popping pills or taking hard substances, that would be the end of the relationship. It’s not a good match for me.

I also think that if somebody got actually falling down drunk more than once a year, that would be a huge red flag for me. I would probably want to have a conversation about it if it happened once a year.

Blue collar and white collar can work together very well. People that work with their minds need to rest with their hands and people that work with their hands need to rest with their minds. But there is considerable overlap.

Your competing capabilities could make for very interesting weekends in a long-term relationship.

I didn’t see anything that indicated that she would be ashamed of him. Am I missing something?

I wonder if the people that want to home school their kids are actually taking into account the fact that for younger children, education requires the weight of social conformity in order to take.

Seven-year-olds don’t want to learn their times tables. They want to play. They want to do the fun, easy shit.

But education is weightlifting for your mind. It’s hard, it’s difficult, it’s painful, and it requires that the person being educated put the effort in.

If there’s nobody there to make them put the effort in when they don’t know how to put the effort in, then they’re never going to learn how to put the effort in.

I have a microwave and a washing machine that have the ability to be connected to Wi-Fi that will never be connected to my Wi-Fi.

I cannot personally fathom why they would ever need network access.

Yeah, they want a pyramid shape to the world.

They want a single big daddy on top of them, and then an enormous pile of other people below them to be a big daddy to.

As long as they are not at the bottom of the pile, they’re happy.