I don’t wear much other than hoodies and jeans.

Got a Citizen and it looks like I paid a mint for it in contrast.

You can say it is the polish to this turd.

It’s too early to see a face and get into a slapping mood.

Get fucked, u_spez

That poor support dog. Rover probably be all “what did I do to be teathered to this removed?”

How many more stops are left? Or as I want to call them, comedic episodes.

I was was wondering what I’d look like with a sick tat on my face. And behold, the DNA and AI winning combination knew it, before I ever got it.

I’d fight the shit out of you but I am afraid you are just too well hydrated and I stand no chance.

After having an exploratory done after getting stabbed, I started sitting all the time because since then, every time I pee standing up it’s uncomfortable and get piss shivers. When they pull everything out, it never goes back quite the same and I guess this is part of the “Well you’re doing this now” part of the rest of my life.

The piss shivers are messy at a bowl and really fucking awkward when at a urinal.

I am sure this could be, or have been, fixed with a procedure, or some form of treatment/phsyo, but it took no time at all to realize pitting (pee AND sitting lol) is just better, and didn’t really think or go back to the old ways and practices of expelling my liquid waste.

In a time which measurement makes even the biggest of brains strain, humans have finally become an advanced civilization. With wave after wave of new and exciting diseases wiping out the once controlling older generation and lowering the population to sustainable levels.

Earth was back, BABY!

The whole is not perfect, to truly achieve world peace, and to be taken seriously by aliens if they’re out there ignoring us, a secret sect of specialized time jumpers has begun the task of correcting historic follies and stopping specific threats that at one point in time created insurmountable damage to humanity.

Now the technology is fickle. Still in beta and the procedures can only be completed by specific humans. We’ve sent out best and worst. There was an 87.00047 rate of time redacted melting.

Imagine how long it takes to melt if you have your time redacted by the machine. So it requires a very unique person who is quite likely a product of inbreeding. Scientists have been trying to figure out the melting matrix, and so far successful “Librarians” have had abnormalities that are most commonly found in branchless family trees.

The job, is to go back and chronicle everything outlined in your directive packet. You’ll have to find ways to stop some of histories worst people without killing them. Prevent catastrophic events, without alarming the public. Be light on your toes, good with your fists, and focused in the mind.

We know medically, this might be incredibly difficult. You can’t get distracted by attractive cousins. No time for darts with the boys. The season finally of Pappas pig, forget about it. You’re there to stop the worst of the worst and the world’s largest disasters.

Or in rare cases, ensure that the disaster goes through. It’s a tough job and the whole time, you and your fellow Librarians must constantly be recording and creating a record of your travels.

Ultimately, your information with create the Human Chronicle, and complete a book that will ultimately teach the world how to grow, and avoid the monsters that exist to create chaos and destroy humanity, one bit at a time.

TL;DR: Sweet, but stupid time traveller’s going through time to secure a prosperous future for humanity. Use hilarious and out of the box thinking to stop bad guys, and ensure you’re taking notes of the time and place you are sent to.

TL;DR pt2: if you didn’t read it, you dodged a bullet.

Not gonna lie, if you asked me what I would think the increase would be and I would have assumed it be a lot higher.

But then again, that could be the part of the pirate crew that doesn’t use a VPN and is easily identified upon entering the site.

Being pretty anti social and born with bland anger for a facial expression, the masking was welcome. Sure when my hood is up I look like I am going to disappear into the shadows and re-emerge with a lethal implement to satisfy my woke urges for violence and combatting murder using death, but i really like the color black. It’s not my image or anything, just the wardrobe is all.

That and I am not a healthy human. My physical form is like trash, but without the smell and pleasing taste. So masking up and staying that way has done me pretty well in combination with the shots of mind control serum and jager. Still got covid and it almost killed me. So healthy people not getting the vax kinda blows my mind.

As I was saying, I have remained at large pretty masked up. I am kinda new in my area. It’s small town, so the antivax crowd is large by volume, but never say anything, really. Mostly dumb looks, and words amongst themselves. Whatever. They are all masking up now because of the really large retirement community that is practically this towns reason for being here.

just shy of 8k population, everyone has a grandparent here. A hospital that has a dedicated extended care/hospice wing (think terminal and end of life senior citizens) , but no place to donate blood, should paint a picture of what would transpire if a significant outbreak hit the community. There has always been enough seniors at any given time here, that there is a huge focus on their care and wellbeing. While the place is the disneyland of depression and sadness that legit nobody leaves alive, it is very well run. the elderly get treated fairly well by this community which is a shock because coming from a 1m+ city, they almost just disappear.

But I remind you that at a hospital, you can’t donate blood. Or have a baby there anymore I last heard, but that’s a whole different puddle of soup. A fucking hospital.

So, while it saddens me that we gotta wait for people to die or be at significant risk to take measures, I welcome back the mask. And even those reluctantly masking up, I appreciate y’all “fuck fine” wearing of it.

Good luck, and may your sense of taste be forever in your mouth.

I know she’s smarter, better, and stronger than I and would find a way to help explain and educate this woman on how she’s pissing into the wind wrong…

But I can’t help but imagine Janeway just kicking the shit out of that foxbot on principle and for the security of the federations reputation.

Won’t lie, for a short period I had a Sony mini disk set up and I don’t think I can ever appreciate other modern physical mediums of music as much.

And I can’t explain why other than personal biast reasons, either.

Whenever they enter a room, do you warn people to brace themselves?

Because winter’s coming?

I have a forgettable joke, but can’t remember it.

As a local moron, it looks like something people like myself, or, myself, would think would be cool to try and catch.

Pro: Population Control and Mobile Darwin Award ballot box.

Suddenly Christmas at Granny’s.

On other sites, I’ve been corrected. And I’ve been corrected a bunch of times here, too.

The difference being here I learned something and it’s cool…

and say over at reddit being corrected on something that you’re not only correct about, but called an asshole for it as well.

It’s been a really nice change of pace. Thank you, inhabitants of Lemmy.

Unless it’s windows… never admit you’re a windows user… ever… /s

Growing up weird and poor in a very conservative and arrogant part of the prairies, I was bullied relentlessly. The teachers never did anything unless it was me fighting back, to which it was suspension and I was a bad kid.

As high school came along, I grew more and more violent to the point I wasn’t a loser or a tough guy, but a snap case. The other kids thought I was edgy, the parents thought I was bound for prison, and the teachers probably had a beer when I dropped out.

My mom didn’t know what to do. And this was in a time where if your kid was in therapy, it’s was your failure as a parent. Combined with my disgust at the idea that I was what was broken, it was off the table. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I went for psychological help.

By then, I was so suicidal and gone that I wouldn’t be near ok until my late thirties. In my mid forties now, I look back and see myself as the potential shooter. I’m holding back my emotions right now, thinking of it. Fortunately, there were no guns at my disposal back, back then is how I feel looking back. I don’t know if I’d be able to hurt anyone like that, but I’d fuck myself up.

I lay a lot of blame on a system that allowed it to happen. In a community where open racism and homophobic views were the norm at the time, teachers were as judgmental as the students in some situations. Now maybe if I were white, it’d be easier, but even the broke white kids didn’t get any breaks. Especially from the teachers.

Look at me go, a meme has me fucked up thinking back and dumping online. But yeah, there it is.

I’d like to close by saying the town I grew up in is a far different place now. I’ve moved back and feel good here. I see teachers and bullies who don’t make eye contact, will not recognize me at all (which is my favorite) and the occasional happy to see you moments. I don’t communicate well in public these days, so it makes it ultra awkward, much like being in high school, talking to students you barely know.

And you’re doing a great fucking job of it, too.

Thank you.

That was actually harder to say out loud than I thought.

This is like seeing a photo of a friend that got murdered three months after they got killed just highlighting the corpse that is left.