back on the path of the wolf

I was talking to a friend, and he was complaining about his job. He had this whole thing about how he's so divorced from the work that he does, so disconnected from anything tangible, estranged from the products that he felt on tangentially involved in making. He has a boring office job and dicks around a lot, I guess. And this feeling was something that he'd been carrying with him for a long time, and he felt like no one talks about it, and it was, to him, one of the chief ills of society, the way that we have no connection to the work that we do. And he wished so much that we had a word for it, that people would talk about it.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Marx called that alienation of labor."

"What?" he asked.

"You can google that phrase, 'alienation of labor' and you'll get a ton of people talking about it," I said. "It's been a talking point for like, almost two hundred years."

"They're Marxists though?" he asked.

"Most of them, yeah," I said.

He looked off into the distance, thinking about that. I was waiting for him to ask some questions, or for him to talk more about what he was feeling. "Well," he said. "I guess I'll get over it."

you could say i have a passion for graphic design

HELLO?????

When there's a very obvious bloodstain in the hardwood kitchen floor, but the house is 30k under expected price

I feel like the picture is necessary to understand just how not subtle this is.

it's fine

I’d like to point out that the colour red has more positive than negative meanings.

the generational divide marches on. i have never jerked off to playboy bunnies. and i will never jerk off to roblox porn

"there's roblox porn????" this website really is a millennial safe space

"14 servings per package" listen man if you invite 13 people over to your house, buy a single "party size" bag of chips, and then you and all your guests each eat seven (7) chips and go "hmm, that was enough, I am satisfied! :)" then I'm coming into your house, and inhaling every single one of you and swallowing you without chewing like a baleen whale filtering krill.

It was super fucked up (as a non-USian looking in) to find out that, at least in the US, these weird serving sizes usually exist because there is no regulation or oversight about what a company can define as a "serving size" for their product, and they frequently abuse this fact to exploit loopholes that allow them to legally lie about what it contains.

E.g., The FDA used to allow any product that contained less than 0.5g of sugar per serving to list itself as containing no sugar. For a long time, this allowed TicTac mints in the US to claim in their nutrition facts to contain no sugar (despite being composed of roughly 90% sugar), because the company defined its serving size as a single 0.49g mint, thus having less than 0.5g of sugar per serving.

Similarly, there's a ton of examples of cooking sprays and oils that claim to contain 0 fat (despite the fact that oil is, by definition, fat) because they define such an absurdly small serving size that the content of fat per serving is just under the threshold that allows them to round it down to 0 grams.

Today in NFL posting: I was watching Wicked with my wife (does not like football) and during Defying Gravity there's a couple parts where Elphaba sings the word "Unlimited" with like a dramatic pause before and after and I was cracking up at that and saying it back in a funny voice and my wife was like wtf are you talking about and then I realized. She didn't know about Him.... Mr. Unlimited

Bringing this back because they did it again in Wicked For Good

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Harold got real drunk one night, Ubered home, and snuck in bed beside his wife… 

He woke up at the Pearly Gates where saint Peter said,"You died in your sleep Harold."

Harold was stunned. "I died? That can’t be right! I've got too much to live for. Send me back!”

"St Peter said," I'm sorry, but there's only one way you can go back, and that is as by being reincarnated as a chicken."

Harold wasn’t thrilled, but begged St Peter to send him to a farm near his house. The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking, and pecking the ground.

A rooster strutted past."So you're the new hen, huh? How's your first day here?"

"Not bad,"replied Harold the Hen, but I have this strange feeling inside, like I'm going to explode."

"That‘s an egg, explained the rooster. Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before."

"Never," said Harold.

"Well, just relax and let it happen," said the rooster" It's not a big deal."

Harold did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg! Harold was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid another egg – his joy was overwhelming.

As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and heard his wife yell... "HAROLD WAKE UP. YOU SHIT THE BED!"

I thought the rooster was going to have sex with him.

i can't stop thinking about disney being like. "we've invited you, our corporate shareholders and sponsors to look at our new animatronics tech" and then a fucking prototype metal gear with inexplicable glowing human eyes literally smashes down the wall and charges the crowd. why would you DO THAT

adding the eyes makes it so insane. the eyes are so bad. why did they add the EYES

There are some specific-ass subreddits and cookiecutters in this world

A PORN BOT UNFOLLOWED ME?

not that i care

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