For unknown reasons, this song has been a brain worm for me for like the past month or so. I cannot explain why. Like sometimes oldies will play in a show or movie I watched, so it makes sense why I’m suddenly thinking about it. But this one? I think it just popped up on its own. And now to see it in a random comment on Lemmy — WILD.

Does grunge / alternative rock still exist as a genre in any significant way? It never even occurred to me to look if there’s still new stuff coming out in that style.

I like to listen to oldies from time to time, when I’m in the mood. However, it’s usually just a temporary phase from time to time. Though I find it funny that someone mentioned “Semi-charmed life” in another comment because that song has popped in my head a number of times in the past month or so for no discernible reason at all. Sometimes when that happens it’s because I heard a song in a movie or TV show, so that makes sense, but I don’t believe that applies to that song.

Last year, there was not a single conservative person in my “circle” that wasn’t constantly griping about the cost of eggs and “Bidenflation”. Poor souls could not afford to eat anymore, the only protein they supposedly lived on was eggs, but the price of those was so high they were just going without.

The moment that Trump took office, egg prices spiked again and suddenly these people understood that the president doesn’t control the price of eggs and besides eggs cost so much due to the effects of bird flu. Suddenly these people who couldn’t previously afford anything but eggs to eat are telling me that they’re having roast beef for dinner, then pork chops, and so on. Literally nothing has changed in their lives except there’s a different president and nearly everything is far more expensive, and yet all the financial woes they were complaining about this time last year no longer seem to exist.

I even mentioned the price of coffee, milk, and beef in a recent conversation. Supposedly these things were higher when Biden was president (not true), and when I refused to budge on that, suddenly it’s back to “well the prices are determined by complex market conditions” and “the president has brought down the price of many other things like eggs”.

It’s literally impossible to have a logical and factual conversation with these types of people.

This is what I hate about going on vacation. I never know how many kimonos to pack. General guideline is 3 per evening, but it seems like every trip I always end up having to rewear a garment at least once.

For a brief moment in time, nana never felt more alive.

It’s interesting that now the narrative is that all these words are being censored due to advertisers.

By my memory, at least some subset of these terms was being self-censored because they were triggers or considered offensive for other readers / users of various sites and people were trying to protect others by avoiding words that upset them. That’s what I was told about words like rape, suicide, and profanity like fuck, bitch, etc. At the time when I was first noticing a strong trend towards self-censoring, most of the sites I was seeing it on had little to no advertising, particularly not from major brands, so this while that may be the reason for the trend to continue, I’m not convinced that’s why it started or how it became widespread.

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW LITTLE I CARE ABOUT PUSSY THOUGH

Dozens of accounts, yes. But probably only like 3 or 4 real human people if we’re being generous.

That’s a spicy meat-a-ball.

Oh, that’s awful.

My uncle also had very few allies left in this world, he was just the embodiment of an asshole to pretty much everyone. My dad and aunt were the only people that would even bother to try to communicate with him. Fortunate in some way, they’d talked on the phone the day before my uncle passed, and he agreed to let my dad stop by to drop off some food the next day. Meaning, he’d been dead less than 24 hours before my dad found his body. Otherwise, it very well could have been weeks or longer.

But the house? Total loss. My uncle had become a trash hoarder. Fueled by depression, but also by his beliefs that the government was tracking him (and would go through his trash if he were to set it outside). My dad and my cousin tried to locate some family memorabilia like photos and things, but they gave up. The house was literally bulldozed and the remnants hauled away, it was in such bad shape inside and out.

Welcome to mental illness. Many people are perfectly functional, yet still deeply sick.

I had an uncle like this. He definitely held it together okay-ish (though that’s up for debate) for most of his life. But the conspiracy bullshit was a consist sign that he was not well.

And then when his wife passed, he also lost his ability to be functional, so the sickness took over entirely, eventually even took over his body. Nobody could help, not even his children.

To a certain extent, this is why I am trying to stick with a mission driven career, choosing opportunities that I feel actually make some small part of the world a better place. Granted, yes, I’m ultimately doing the job because I need the paycheck since I prefer to have food, shelter, and some degree of freedom/control over my life.

Not everybody has that luxury, though.

And expecting people to play pretend all day as though it’s anybody’s life dream to be typing up OBMC reports because that’s their passion in life and that the people they work with are family and that the ultimate goal of being the dominant player in the disposable widgets industry is for the greater good of humanity – yeah, whatever that’s just subversive mind control games. Glad some people can live in that and deny reality, but for the rest of us, you want me to work, then pay me.

On the one hand, I didn’t like it that much when it came out. It’s not that I hated it or hated on it, just wasn’t my thing. Mario games were far superior platforming experience all around, in my opinion.

Graphics for the time and platform were great. If you weren’t there at the time and your frame of reference is modern (32-bit or later) graphics, of course they suck. But that’s hardly fair or objective, when it comes to understanding why they were well-regarded AT THAT TIME.

But, I’ll add this: A number of my friends’ kids were introduced to 8-bit and 16-bit games first, in lieu of exposing them to toxic modern phone/tablet games. And the SNES Donkey Kong game(s) were/are amongst the games that the kids enjoyed and played the most. So, there’s something to that, if you ask me.

No wonder the bull didn’t carrot all.