Or all hook and loop, velcro.

Or all cotton swabs, q-tips.

Or all face tissues, kleenex.

This is one of the things that I love most about the internet.

Someone with a highly specialized field of knowledge is playing a game and sees something only a few people would know.

They use the internet to share that knowledge.

I work with a lot of veterans and the thing that breaks my heart is how many of them really bought into the lie. They really think they sacrificed years of their lives, some of them went through hell, all for the people of their country. And when or if they realize that they were used, it can break them.

Many, not all obviously, but many of them are victims of this self-same system of oppression. Taking it out on them is exactly what the people who pull their strings want from us.

No war but class war.

Like 6 good ones and a bunch of the same tired comments about poop knives, broken arms, same, this.

Here, at least most of the answers are real human beings trying to contribute to a conversation.

This is why my couch has two of those wireless charging spots on a fold-out middle console. It already has power because it’s got two recliners built in, adding charging spots isn’t very difficult.

When I tell people Lemmy is like the old internet, I’m going to use this specific comment chain to demonstrate it.

I actually came to the comments to see if we had this information! Thanks.

The zipper in th3 back also helps if you have a big chest and don’t want it bifurcated by a zipper.

And you can’t put that same zipper (if it goes all the way up the back) on the side… if you have wide hips.

So at least that still has reason to exist.

Source: my own body and never wearing a front-faced zipper after seeing why we don’t do that.

I once said to an employee, “Have a peaceful rest of your shift!” And he said, “You, too,” and I didn’t turn away fast enough and I watched his soul leave his body.

First I am. And then…

I’m not.

I’ll remember this, thanks!

It’s different than a scone, which is dense. Southern USA has a special kind of flour we use when we make our biscuits that has lower protein and gluten content. It makes for a much softer dough, and a softer end result.

I want desperately to leave my country and go to another one, bring some of our soft red winter wheat seeds with me, and begin making southern (US) style biscuits for the masses somewhere else. I’d make biscuits n gravy and I’d share them with the world.

That’s the problem with racist bullshit. They scrape the racism off and peddle it everywhere until it’s widely accepted and not tied to it’s roots anymore.

This was the one I was coming to add. It gets stuck in my head for weeks.

I agree with literally every point you’ve made (especially the ‘had to be there’ notes, it’s so hard trying to explain that) but one.

Here comes a billion words on how I love Sun and Moon. Feel free to skip them, I’m just trying to add to the conversation.

Sun and Moon is on my list of faves because of the slow island vibes, the sun and moon motif… Oh. Let me take a moment and say, as a grass type trainer, I have gotten absolutely effed with starter choices. I love plants, I love flowers, and… It’s insane how often the grass-type starter is the weakest in design. So let me say when Rowlet hit the scene, I fell in love. This precious little floof who turns his head all the way around to look at me in battle, and then turns into a moody teenager when he becomes Datrix (if you’re petting him after battle, and you touch the feather in front of his face he gets so MAD!), finally turning into the extremely badass Decidueye? Grass/Ghost? Hell. Yes. After watching water and fire get bangers of starters for ages, only occasionally getting a starter that felt like it was “good enough” rarely, finally getting my owl was like a sword-in-the-stone moment.

I hear you on Z-Moves but I do really love the idea of doing a little Hawaiian-style dance with your Pokemon to power them up. It feels more like I’m contributing than pointing a rock at something. I actually enjoy that some of the dances look really stupid because you have to ask yourself, “Do I want to look cool right now, or do I want to look a little silly and absolutely destroy my enemies?” There’s also something excellent in facing a friend in battle, and watching them choose to do a dumb pose with mounting horror. “Hahaha, Chris is doing a dance and the background is pink and oh god no he’s chosen to destroy me.”

Practice.

Me and my clone will be allies. I don’t know if we could get along well enough to cohabitate, but we would definitely help each other.

I often shape and paint my nails and these things chip polish like nothing, so I’ll use the teaspoon I have lying out from the last time I made tea, probably.

So again I’m basing this on myself. I think a healthy relationship doesn’t necessarily require a lot of personal change. It requires healthy communication, it requires healthy compromise, but if you’re compatible (and something of this comes with the maturity to understand who you are and what your needs are, versus your wants) then you can fit together well with the right person without needing to change who you are.

And I don’t love the pairing of the concept of growing (as a person) to growing to be something, or someone, who fits someone else. When I grow as a person it’s learning new skills or trying a new hobby, it’s growing me. Not conforming myself to someone else.

Which is a very important distinction because I grew up with a narcissist for a mother and it made me very codependent, and I essentially lost my 20s to failed relationships spent learning that it isn’t about making whoever I’m with happy, and it isn’t about making myself better to them. It’s about knowing who I am, and embracing that so I don’t enter or stay in a relationship that isn’t already a good fit.

I’m with someone now who had the same trauma. We’ve discussed these observations. We know who we both are, and we fit. And as we grow, individually, as we pursue knowledge and hobbies and help others, we communicate, we care for one another, and we continue to fit.

So again, I’m only pulling from my life experience, but I feel like anyone can settle down or find the right person. They just have to know who they are and what they want, and find someone else who knows who they are and what they want.

I have no idea what that means.