More of a cycle, I would argue. Part of the rise and fall of empires or whatever.

“They used to sell gladiator sweat as a beauty treatment, they would sell it in souvenir pots.”

“It’s the worst of me … I never do pay my bills. Have been so from a child!”

“Matters came to a head at a ball in honour of the Duke of Wellington when Byron publicly insulted Lady Caroline, who responded by breaking a wine glass and trying to slash her wrists.”

TLDR; no we’ve pretty much always been unhinged.

Honestly it’s really helped me with spreadsheet formulae and more complex regex search and replace terms. And it’s so pleasant and patient about all of it. So many of those spaces are DEEPLY toxic to noobs and when I paste the error back to it it’s like oh it looks like the regex you’re using doesn’t support that! Let’s try…

I read a book a while back that was called a “guide to mating” or something that was actually pretty decent and included some very objectively anthropological / sociological explanations of why if you’re ugly you better at least be a good person. “Well why should I have you be nice if the hot guys don’t?” Look dude do you wanna fuck or not? Weird that some guys will only hear that from another man but…

I mean. It did offer to help you pick out a distro. Imagine your soon to be ex offering to make you a tinder profile.

A surprising amount of famous people are actually upper middle class at best, especially if they’re impulsive with their money. I’m honestly hoping The Billionaires keep alienating the upper middle class to the point that they realize they need to stop being their lackeys but I’m not super optimistic.

I wish the practice / physician was named, I’d like to write a letter to their alma mater, especially if it’s from a part of the country that might actually care.

My husband’s theory is that Epstein was a mossad asset so it’s more like don’t spend moms credit card unless you found her cp stash.

Ich hab ChatGPT die Übersetzung machen lassen und dann nochmal mit Google Translate gegengecheckt. Problem war nur: Ich glaube, es hat die spezifische anatomische Stelle, die ich meinte, nicht korrekt rübergebracht.

Man sieht auf dem Bild nämlich eine leichte Wölbung unter der Haut, wo die Vene verläuft. Normalerweise sind die Venen, die man sieht, nicht so spannend – diese kleinen blauen Oberflächenlinien kann man meist ignorieren. Viel wichtiger ist, was man fühlt. Aber wenn die Vene schon so ausgeprägt ist, dass sie die Haut hochdrückt und man beim Tasten noch ein gutes „Bounce“ merkt – das ist echtes Premium-Material. Ich hab kommentiert, weil viele wahrscheinlich gar nicht bemerken, dass man da tatsächlich den Schatten einer richtig guten Vene sieht – direkt auf der Innenseite des Arms. Und auch die kleinen Wölbungen an den Verzweigungen – wie so umgedrehte Mini-Hügel an der unteren Kante. Als Krankenschwester fand ich das besonders lustig, weil: ja, das ist genau die Sorte Vene, auf die wir alle scharf sind. So ein professioneller Insider-Moment, der sprach- und kulturübergreifend funktioniert.

Der Bereich selbst heißt auf Englisch „antecubital“, was auf Latein „vor dem Ellbogen“ heißt. Und hier wird’s wild: Englisch ist basically sechs super-slutty Sprachen in einem Trenchcoat, so slutty, dass sie ständig noch andere Sprachen dazuholen für ihren polyglotten Swinger-Club. Und die Vene, um die’s geht, heißt „basilic“ – was ich glaube irgendwas mit „königlich“ zu tun hat. Warum die so heißt? Kein Plan. Aber ich war Phlebotomie-Technikerin, bevor ich Krankenschwester wurde – ich kenn meine Armvenen. Die Basilic ist eine richtig gute Vene (ein bisschen empfindlich manchmal, weil da ein Nerv drunterläuft), aber was ChatGPT da gemacht hat: Es hat „basilic“ offenbar als das Kraut übersetzt. Also im Sinne von Basilikum. Vielleicht haben die Begriffe denselben Wortstamm, aber medizinisch ist das natürlich komplett daneben.

Und genau deshalb sag ich: ChatGPT ist (noch) nicht bereit, medizinische Fachbegriffe sinnvoll über Sprachgrenzen hinweg zu übersetzen.

Bruder, ich spreche nicht mal Deutsch und trotzdem hab ich diese Vena basilica im Visier wie:

(at least so sayeth the llm and duckduckgo translate agrees)

bruh i don’t even speak german and I’m eyeing that basilic like

(Bruder, ich spreche nicht mal Deutsch und trotzdem hab ich diese Vena basilica im Visier wie)

Average in a way I wouldn’t normally have chosen if I hadn’t gotten over my weird hangups.

(as an aside before I start this comment, me and my partner are both exceptionally blunt on all accounts)

I’ve mentioned to my partner before that he’s not the kind of attractive I expected to wind up with, but that I’m pretty sure most of that is rooted in daddy issues, so it’s probably for the best.

I’ve also told my partner that when he makes that very specific devious chuckle (that deep genuine one it’s hard to fake like when I send him a really good meme) sometimes I can feel my vagina make a little sploosh of goo.

As an inpatient Psych nurse yeah the previous generations are, as a whole, wildly mentally ill, you just either made do or got locked up somewhere or other, and possibly also got beat, asphyxiated, or otherwise abused / neglected to death. This whole thing where we care about whether or not people with profound mental illness die is fairly new and yet somehow also rapidly fading. Not looking forward to what the Medicaid cuts are about to do to the modern mental health system. I’m just praying that it damages the insurance companies (in my state they get a cut of the funds for each Medicaid recipient by “being responsible” for “managing care”) but I’m not optimistic.

Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.

I just hope the new pebble supports a Sim card soon but I’m not holding my breath. I just want talk, text, and a calendar. Music or a matrix app could be cool too so I can run beeper or similar through it. Other than that I have a tablet or laptop and tbh I’m thinking my next tablet when this one finally dies or I maybe give it away would be a remarkable or other epaper device. My coworkers are starting to think I’m a Luddite but whatever.

One of the medical clinic nurses at the state Psych hospital I worked at would give any patient a condom if they asked and not tell anyone. Like. It was known to administration and it was one of her official responsibilities to do so, but she would not reveal who she gave them to or keep any records. We would absolutely stop them if we caught them but you can’t always catch people before they make a wholeass new person.

Men love BPD chicks because we’ll be obsessed with them and could suck the paint off a trailer hitch but they act all shocked when they realize they need Steve Irwin level animal handling skill to not get their face chewed off and that they might just get speared to death anyway. My guy, do you want to live life on the edge or not?

NGL actually something I used while cataloging my notes on the influence of Christianity on western esoteric mystery traditions. I mostly just used it to organize and format things though. Most of the actual data came from outside sources. For instance it couldn’t keep the translation correct when pulling up specific verses.

If it’s a 2 lane per side road the best way to get them to pass you is to not break check them but just take your foot off the gas until they get frustrated enough to just go around but this contextually sounds like a single lane sitch which you are correct is dangerous.