I would have never gotten into it if someone didn’t give me their old one, since I suck at knitting/crochet. I do use “Wool” in the more universal sense, pretty much any spinnable fibre I can get my hands on. On the bus. On the train. Watching netflix. In the passenger seat. Always spinning. No idea what I’ll do with it all, but power to those of us who spin.
I’m addicted to spinning wool by hand with a $50 drop spindle.
Mansions for the homeless. Horses and capes for everyone else. No dog left behind.
Davis / Davis the Big Fat Dong
Your wife is right. Why is this in science memes? It’s not a meme or science.
Where’s the sign up sheet? I’ll stand on guard for thee.
Not sure about the movies but in the comics Thanos is in love with Death, who often appears as a woman. He had roundabout ways of justifying his acts of destruction when he really wanted to do a grand gesture to show his love for Death. Because, if you have the power to kill half of all people in the universe, you have the power to implement some decent economic policies instead.
It’s even more relatable when a villain really wants something people won’t support so they change the branding and find a few examples to support their claim.
What a marvel you are, doing a lot of drugs and now you sound crazy.
I love how wholesome your wish is.
wait, you think the trolley problem is from the Good Place?
This sounds like a guy I wouldn’t want approaching me.
Don’t. You want to meet someone? Do things you like that involve other people and naturally encourage conversation. Sign up for shit. Volunteer.
Think about how you’d react if a rando woman approached you. Actually don’t, let’s add something to that. Think about how you would feel if a rando woman, who you don’t find attractive, approached you after you’ve been told to smile by the barrista who made your coffee, after six guys at work tried to explain the basics of your job to you when you have seniority, and your soon to be ex partner suggested you should start waxing your upper lip five minutes before you had to leave for work, after the security guard at a grocery store followed you outside at night to ask for your phone number.
Go do hobbies.
Millipede Song: https://youtu.be/XQixwoQGZbg
Good heavens, no. Terry Pratchett is more than capable of nuance, subtext, and a love for his characters that goes beyond propping up his own fantasy.
You sound like someone who thinks Terry Goodkind is poignant.
This the book with the extended author self-gratifying torture sex scene in the middle that has almost nothing to do with the story?
The author who went on about people being stupid when the entire plot hinges on the fact that the main character was forced to memorize a book for like, no reason, at the beginning?
The world with a tribe of “uneducated savages” who are saved by white man ingenuity, because, despite living in an area with heavy rainfall, they never thought of making roofs that don’t leak?
The obvious self-insert main character who escapes being forced to breed with said savages by convincing them his jizz is poison?
I was in this situation the chicks side. Not exactly, but close enough.
I was living and working in the woods. After work some of us were chilling by a lake in swimsuits, one of my camp friends mentioned I had noticeable abs, so I was like fuck yeah. A few of us complimented each other on how tanned and defined we got over the summer. The older coworker walked by, said my body looked great, very beautiful. Mic drop, we all stared at him.
I said “Creepy.” Not articulate, no. But I was instantly uncomfortable. He said “How?” and we told him to just leave.
Yes, we were young women showing skin and glistening in the sun. But we weren’t thinking of being sexy for anyone (who didn’t already know) in that moment. He took our ease and comfort and made it about his pleasure.
He tried to talk to me about it later, alone. I was cordial. Respectful. Because I wanted that conversation to end, because trying to explain the nuances of the female experience just wasn’t landing for him. His explanation was about me understanding what he thought and meant, not how I felt. To my friends? I said he was a fucking creep who wouldn’t drop it. He complained that I made it weird because one of my friends told him to stop trying to talk to me.
Women aren’t trying to be pretty for you, don’t make it about you. If you fuck up, as people do, just back off and accept that you fucked up. The camp police guy probably knew more about her honest opinion than you were ever going to get. Might have gone a bit overboard in some misguided attempt to “protect” the chick he liked, but you sound like you can’t take a hint.
And they owe a lot on back property taxes.
Pumpernickel. Even with jam.
Why are we calling everything neurodivergent now?
These shows are written by adults, surely adults can enjoy them. Not everything needs to be the Illiad to have a complex plot, intriguing character development and a poignant message.
Of course I’m talking about Gravity Falls.