Monument
@Monument@lemmy.sdf.org
- Comment on Perspective 18 hours ago:
It’s a curtain rod to a window midway up the stairs. We’re looking down a flight of steep older stairs. The mattress is lit by the window that is (mostly) under the rod, and by an open door at the bottom of the stairs.
- Comment on Genius 1 day ago:
A gentleman of the streets.
- Comment on Genius 3 days ago:
$37.50 an hour to talk to a minimum of 6 strangers that want something from me and think I can deliver it for them?
I’d rather be an urban outdoorsman.
- Comment on The Holotypic Occlupanid Research Group 5 days ago:
All I see are under-evolved crabs.
- Comment on Was surprised by these stats 6 days ago:
My finger hurts and I spent the last of my gumption posting this comment.
Go on without me. Text my wife. Tell her I’ll be
- Comment on Was surprised by these stats 6 days ago:
It’s weird that 4 people are in there for rape.
- Comment on Literally this community 1 week ago:
Honestly, all the childhood trauma has given me an incredible sense of humor. Practice makes perfect!
- Comment on Update to last week's BestBuy Shenanigan. They refused to refund me after not delivering me the stuff I ordered after a so-called "investigation". 1 week ago:
100%
The administrative state may not give a shirt about you or the crimes that have been committed against you, but they care about your capacity to make life challenging for them. Police won’t investigate, but they will take a report. A report is a legal document. It implies the threat of real consequences if they don’t get their ship together.
- Comment on Update to last week's BestBuy Shenanigan. They refused to refund me after not delivering me the stuff I ordered after a so-called "investigation". 1 week ago:
I just got done reading the original post.
I don’t know if this is the right advice, or if this advice will help anyone, but if you have the delivery driver on camera mis-delivering the product, then stealing the product, I would have first contacted the delivery service/Best Buy with a photo of the front of your house with the house numbers clearly visible to say that the product was not delivered to your home. Full stop. The package was not delivered correctly. If BB/DD insist on that the package was delivered to me, I’d file a police report. Police report in hand, I’d respond to BB/DD with the police report and video of the incident and request to either be refunded or to receive the product you paid for.
Basically, give them as little wiggle room as possible before you invoke professionals into the mix who can advocate for you.
- Comment on Lämp 1 week ago:
I’m genuinely confused. Do furries who style themselves after dragons, lizards, and snakes not refer to themselves as scalies?
Did I get taken by a meme like a decade ago and just decided that was canon?
- Comment on hell yea, brother 1 week ago:
The Australian Bearypus, however, is a critical fail ecologically and economically.
In nature, the 3 lb (1.5ish kg) critter has a snout with grinding plates, claw-less paws, a wide tail and is covered in a thick layer of white fur. Although capable of swimming, the fur traps too much air, so they float like balloons on the water. They require a very cool environment, and a steady supply of easily huntable and crushable prey. This makes them poorly suited for icy (prey availability), wet (floating), warm (fur) and temperate environments (coloration).
Commercially - no one wants to ask the pet shop for a bearypus.
- Comment on Yes, this is what people did back then 1 week ago:
First consensual experience. My usage of the word molested earlier downplays things a bit – we had full penetrative sex, but I was 6 years old. It’s something that occurred dozens of times. It’s not the only time I was sexually abused as a kid by someone older, but it’s the one I’ll mention.
Not very much later than that very first experience, I had a rather thorough introduction to pornography. My parents split up, my mom moved far away, taking us with her. After she kicked her drug habit, she became a workaholic and put in 80-hour workweeks. Another kid at our apartment complex had a “cool mom” who figured that her preteen was going to get his hands on porn, so she had some available that I guess was okay by her. He then showed it to everyone - including my then 8-or 9-year-old self.Honestly - I think I did alright. We had several multi-hour long trysts, usually one to two a weekend for at least a month (probably more like 2 months) until she moved in/we got caught. I don’t know if I knew what I was doing, skill wise, but she did, and I’m able to have multiple orgasms/erections, so like if one pops off (and they did with way less control back then), it wasn’t a mood killer. Plus, I think I lead off that initial encounter by trying to eat her out. I’m sure we talked and found stuff that worked for her. But maybe not? I don’t know. She kept coming back and wanted more. I assumed that was satisfaction - although it could have been whatever her emotional damage was.
A lot of it for both of us may have been the completely open embrace of each other without any kind of guile or awareness that we were, you know, being gigantic emotionally destructive idiots. As well as being fairly risky on contraception. Woof. Rhythm method most of the time. I’m sure she grew up to be a lovely person, but man, what a mess we could have made of our lives.
- Comment on Lämp 1 week ago:
No, you’re good. I think I was reading too much into your comment/crotchity first thing in the morning.
- Comment on Yes, this is what people did back then 1 week ago:
It was weird times. I mean, great. But weird and great to my half-cooked, traumatized, and hormone-addled teenage brain.
She was my sister’s best friend at the time and, well, physically she was like the girl who’d molested me as a child, which definitely had (and still has) an impact on my physical preferences.
I don’t exactly know what her deal was, but I think it was that any male attention just short-circuited her. I recall her telling me she loved me after a few weekends of sneaking around, and after about a month, spinning a yarn as pretext to try to move in with us.It’s probably a good thing we got caught a day or so after she moved in. Stupid football game. It pushed some TV show back, and my mom/sisters stayed up late to watch it. My sister (her best friend) came downstairs to check in on her and caught us in bed.
As for the how - I don’t know. I was an awkward gangly teenager, and she was honestly a pretty attractive girl. She had some self-confidence issues, I think.
It was like the first day she’d come over for a sleepover. I had never met her - my sister befriended her when we were in foster care, so this was not unusual - and I was instantly into her. I have no idea if she picked up on that or not. We were watching movies (me, 2 of my sisters, and her). The couches were occupied, and so I had a pallet on the floor. So did she. Our feet were under the big couch, hidden by the little skirt that all couches had back then, heads pointing toward the TV. I thought I felt her foot touch mine (but it was probably wishful thinking). I edged my foot over, discovering the distance between us was way too far for her to have accidentally touched me, and sort of bonked her foot with mine while awkwardly exploring. I pulled back just slightly and she immediately pressed her foot against mine. Footsie lead some sneaky suggestive glances, then surreptitiously bridging our blankets together and doing our best to conceal our roving hands. At one point during a bathroom break everyone had left the room, she told me her intentions, and I was very okay with them. We made a plan - I was going to go to bed, and she was going to find me after everyone was asleep. (She was sleeping in a guest room that was conveniently located - my bedroom was in the basement.) And that was that.She used to page me with “143” (code for I love you - which I don’t think either of us could know what that actually meant) and I used to page her back with same. We were so dumb and teenager-y. It was fun, but unhealthy. I didn’t get enough positive attention, and this sort of reinforced a belief that I could only be of service to someone sexually. If I wasn’t serving someone sexually, I wasn’t of value emotionally - another formative belief that was maybe not the best and is still hard to shake.
- Comment on Lämp 2 weeks ago:
I’m not sure how to respond here. Obviously it’s a reference to the leg lamp. That was never in question.
I was responding to the alt text of the image that called it a furry rendition, saying it was a probably better akin to a scaly rendition.
But if we’re going to try to out-pedantic each other here, I’d like to know if it’s common for lions or tigers to have non-retractable claws and a rearward facing first toe with a claw (which has been styled in the lamp above)?
- Comment on Lämp 2 weeks ago:
That is fishnet tights — I meant that t-rex’s are scaly in general.
- Comment on Lämp 2 weeks ago:
Seems less furry and more scaly. Also. I love it. I want a t-Rex leg lamp.
- Comment on Yes, this is what people did back then 2 weeks ago:
Am I a grown adult that wakes up in a foster care home and the child that was there previously is gone?
Do I have to spend the rest of my life without an identity, or clinging to the “delusion” that I was this child that mysteriously disappeared?Am I a child with 40 years of life experience?
Not long after, When I was 14, my first consensual sexual experience involved an 18-year-old. We got caught, and folks widely regard/regarded her as being inappropriate/in the wrong. Huh. First girlfriend, high school dances/romances. College. Jesus - every relationship basically forever.
If I proceed down the same path, does that mean I’m the creep now? - Comment on Interesting way to deal with people who have had enough 3 weeks ago:
I dated a girl with a very Italian last name for a number of years. She said that ‘back in the day’ certain parts of her family were connected in our city. Laughed it off, because that was history. Her dad was never involved, and her grandpa was only a little involved, I guess, and… whatever. It just wasn’t a thing in their lives and hadn’t really been a thing in our city since like the 70’s.
We took a trip to NYC, and after eating at this lovely hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant, she paid. After seeing the name on the CC, the whole vibe sort of changed. Staff got shy. A manager came over to offer us a big discount on our food, and free dessert.
My GF understood it, I guess, and told him that we were from out of town and didn’t have any family in town. After a very brief pause, the manager said something like “Oooh. It must have been another table that complained about their food…” They still gave us free dessert for the mix-up (we were already going to order dessert - it’s not like we were pretending to be mini-mafiosos out there). - Comment on All this produce is going to spoil at the food bank where I volunteer 4 weeks ago:
Yup. Circa 2014, one of my sisters would gather up a bunch of food every week and have a ‘cook out’ at a park near here that was known to have a large homeless population. Basically, they fed anyone who asked for a plate. She did this with a group of friends who I guess were just bored and successful enough to want to feel good about feeding the homeless.
After a few months, their activities drew the ire of… someone, and they got raided by the cops and local health inspectors. Despite acknowledging the food they were serving was at the proper temp and all food handling protocol was being followed, they took an ‘every possible justification’ approach to the situation that they could and insinuated everything from unknown, dirty kitchens to lack of a catering license, with severe future legal threats if they were to continue feeding the homeless. The officials then poured bleach into the food and dumped it into the trash.
- Comment on [deleted] 5 weeks ago:
Double homocide.
- Comment on The 5 stages of Charles Manson 5 weeks ago:
I love Lemmy.
So. Honestly, I’m in over my head on a couple projects that I thought were going to be “easy enough.”
I’m new to the entire “type” of project I’m building - ESP32’s with displays. The starter project is a ‘magic 8 ball.’ I have one of these already and figure the gyro/accelerometer can capture the shake/flip motion. The more complex one is intended to be backed by ESPHome and use a motion sensor/Bluetooth presence detection to deliver customized messages in addition to providing smart home control.
In the course of trying to figure them out, it’s become apparent I’m going to have to learn/use LVGL for the graphics. I haven’t yet gotten to LVGL and I already am on the struggle bus.
- Comment on Peak masculinity 5 weeks ago:
And ears so big they can be used as handles. For reasons.
- Comment on MEGA PENGUIN 5 weeks ago:
I was planning to, but work has been hell today. I’ve barely had any time to shitpost.
- Comment on The 5 stages of Charles Manson 5 weeks ago:
I’d be fine with it, but my wife barely likes men. There’s no way I could convince her to find me a gaming buddy.
(I kid! I’d actually rather she find someone that knows C++.)
- Comment on Anon saved Portugal last month 5 weeks ago:
I guess I’m going to complain about work to strangers now.
Yesterday a colleague in another area of the organization emailed me about something that is a matter of legal concern within our purview, but not directly within our scope that they had only accidentally learned about. Seeing the project, the names of the players, and knowing their dispositions and general quality of work, as well as the importance of what they were fucking with, I responded, looping in all the possible stakeholders, explaining the concern, and requesting input. The Director of the area that initiated the changes responded with a long email that basically said they weren’t going to consider any concerns other than their own - not even legal compliance that didn’t impact the nuts and bolts of the work they do - despite my offer to facilitate the compliance and policymaking that needs to happen.
Privately, I messaged my boss, and the colleague who brought the issue to me - a manager - to say that I think the response was not considerate of the broader organizational needs and that we needed to probably intervene more directly, given the severity of the situation that’s brewing.
My boss: Well, if they don’t want to do it that way, they don’t want to do it that way.Motherfucker. I am the responsible party. If their stupid fucking project gets us sued, this shit falls on my lap. I’m telling you, they can say what they want, but the buck stops with me.
But no. Let’s just shrug and claim helplessness because it’s not in the vibe to tell someone they are stepping on my toes. Zero fucking responsibility. No wonder I’m constantly teetering on the brink of burnout.
- Comment on Rare insults dropped 1 month ago:
I wonder how Jill is doing.
- Comment on Rare insults dropped 1 month ago:
I had a threesome with an HR lady! Her hair is purple and she has a polyamory infinity symbol wrapped by bands around her wrist in the colors of the bisexual flag.
She’s a cool lady. Great friend and hates being a tool for the man. She’s cool people’s version of Ron Swanson. - Comment on Unfair is what it is 1 month ago:
Not only do I have an increased range of motion, but I (very recently learned) that an old injury is causing spinal stenosis – my spinal canal is narrowing due to bone overgrowth on my vertebrae. (Car accident. I was rear ended.)
About 20 years ago a chiropractor popped my neck by twisting it, and it so freaked him out that he leapt back from the table and did the heebie jeebie dance.
He told me to never let a chiropractor pop my neck by twisting it ever again.
Reasonably certain I could kill myself showing off doing yoga, like in that Dead Like Me episode. - Comment on Neutronium would like a word. 2 months ago:
Where the fuck did USPS get those super-powerful electromagnets from and how do they know to use them to manipulate impossibly heavy packages!?!
The alien USPS mail sorter from the movie Men in Black II.
No idea, man. I just saw that thing in the company warehouse and started pressing buttons
