entering my posting era where i make posts
writing is easy actually. all you have to do is tell people what happened
and please remember to stay up late because that’s free time
“There aren’t enough hours in a day.” There are actually. The problem is that we think 40 hour work weeks are an unavoidable fact of life.
The problem is that everyone has to work 8 hours, pretty much no exceptions, and with getting ready time + (unpaid) lunch + commute, “8 hours” is actually anywhere between 9 and 12, every single day, with more work to do when you get home because our society and culture was built around having one member of the household home full time and nothing has changed now that almost everyone works.
No wonder Americans are reliant on DoorDash and fast food, there’s no time or energy to cook. No one wonder mental and physical health are in shambles, many just spent all day sitting in fluorescent lights with little to no stimulation. “Just wake up earlier” “Just meal prep”… these are ok short-term, individual solutions, but the broader, systemic issue is obvious. We aren’t built for this. There’s no work-life balance. Genuinely, I think if our culture could normalize a shorter work week, many individuals’ biggest problems would simply evaporate.
an incomplete taxonomy of christmas music
'Rapid City, South Dakota'. Gianfranco Gorgoni. 1978.
some royal jewels were stolen from the louvre which is unfortunate for historical reasons but you gotta appreciate a classic crime. so many crimes are online these days it’s nice to see heist culture is still alive
love when people say "red blooded american" like what other fucking blood color is there
when i shot this guy to death he bled blue idk maybe hes european
does that brother have two feet per feet or is the thc hitting
following weird horny furries who are into shit like pooltoys and transformation and stuff is enrichment. the vitamins and minerals of posting
[stroking my chin from atop my badass skull throne as I appraise new members of my warband] this guy... I fuck with his swag. [he is jovially clapped on the back by a nearby ORC WARRIOR and lead to the feast hall] this guy.... I fuck with his swag. [he is jovially clapped on the back by a nearby ELFZERKER and lead to the feast hall] this guy... I do not fuck with his swag [he is swiftly beheaded by a nearby GNOME SAMURAI and his remains are carried to an incinerator] this guy... I do not yet know if I fuck with his swag [he is ambiguously tapped on the shoulder by a nearby DWARF SPEARMAN and lead to a side chamber where he will await further scrutiny]
the thing about time loop jokes is, sure, they may be repetitive, but they never get old
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It’s her….The Binch