j4k3
@j4k3@lemmy.world
- Comment on Tips off the cops 7 hours ago:
It truly brightened my morning to see you here again after sabbatical. Belated from my sparse parse of the feed, but a most welcome sight. Welcome home.
- Comment on Tips off the cops 17 hours ago:
You’re going to RHEL for your sins! Repent!
- Comment on When someone's about to explode 18 hours ago:
giffy
- Comment on Tips off the cops 18 hours ago:
Arch user vitriol at a Silverblue solution
- Comment on Post your favorite frogs. 6 days ago:
- Comment on the internet feels empty at certain times 1 week ago:
I don’t know, often late California evenings here and it gets pretty dead after midnight on the west coast. Some times it keeps up till 1-2am but after that it’s something like 50-100 posts an hour for all of Lemmy.
- Comment on Romantic gesture 1 week ago:
What are you doing! That’s tickle me Elmo!!!
- Comment on Daily 1 week ago:
I win at this game. I only leave a bed for around an hour to hour and a half every day.
- Comment on Caption this. 1 week ago:
Just one finger
- Comment on Caption this. 1 week ago:
marriage equestity
- Comment on The D.E.N.N.I.S ship 1 week ago:
This is amping up the ploy to boost stock after the 130 term for special advisor is up. The scripted reality TV garbage is so fn obvious. It is sad to see anyone falling into this gaping plot hole that was scripted from the start.
- Comment on Anon considers LASIK 1 week ago:
De facto can’t. Physically disabled in social isolation and too easily harmed by such physical interaction. Like right now I wake up after only sleeping 5 hours. My spine feels like a twisted towel. I can barely move. I write a few words at a time with long pauses you can never see between the words as I try and twist and turn against the pain until I can get up through the tears. And this is a good day. One of my best. I am haunted by the knowledge of how fast I am degrading and what that will mean.
I come here to escape that reality. Here is the only place I can exist as me; as some simulacrum of who I was because in the real world I am a hollow shell in extreme pain, ridiculously fragile. I don’t want to make anyone watch me fall apart. I have nothing to offer anyone but burden. I can’t be fixed. I can’t get anyone to even fully diagnose the problem. Such is life after barely surviving a broken neck and back. Sex would be suicidally inducing levels of frustrating and I could never sleep with someone else in a bed with how I must move around constantly to keep from locking up entirely and losing my remaining mobility. So while there may be some element I am drawing on from such an emotional place that rings true to your accusation, there is nothing I have that can back that up. Reminding me of this is a little hurtful. Like telling me I can’t exist and oppressing the last outlet of humanness that remains a thread of me that did not die at the hands of a terrible driver while riding a bicycle to work 2/26/14
- Comment on Anon considers LASIK 1 week ago:
I do not have to wear glasses, although I have some reading glasses with a hacked prescription I made.
I find the psychology of glasses somewhat fascinating. I can fake my actual visual limitations in almost every instance using peripheral awareness. I have no clue what it is like for others with worse vision than my own. When I put on glasses adjusted to my vision, it feels like relaxing, like my mind shifts to other interests and awarenesses. But I kinda like my normal visual focus, even if it limits me in some way that could be improved.
I also have a pair of ultra magnification hacked reading glasses I use for soldering very tiny things. I adjust and relax with them just the same.
So really, when I see you in your big thick glasses, first off, I see someone aware of their needs and both willing and able to address them. Looking different is actually looking interesting to me. Secondly, I am curious how my vision measures up and the psychology. I really want to probe and explore self awareness from many angles. Finally, I find nerdiness super attractive although the glasses and look are only a hint at the possibility of what I actually find attractive.
I am a jack of all trades type of person. I am very aware of my limitations. I have no ego or narcissism. I can be very unintentionally intimidating in the broad spectrum of what I am interested in and know. Hidden in this aspect of life, I need someone that can correct me, can tell me no, but also has their own curiosities independent of my own. And this is key to what I really see; when I see someone that looks a little different, I see the potential for an independent mind. I see someone that might have hobbies, and interests. Someone that may not be totally absorbed in simple friends or fixated on some fantasy future expectations. I see the life catalyst that pushes a person to explore within themselves incrementally across their years of existence. I see the potential for someone I can respect and someone that can tell me no with substance and understanding. That is what is truly attractive. Looks fade, but friends first and forever.
So you see, glasses say a lot more than one might imagine. It infers much about a person before we’ve even met. I pick up on the details and it is the implied meaning behind them that I value. These are not some judgmental expectations or anything like that. I am only perceptively aware of the potential and it is the potential that I explore with an open mind. That is what I actually find attractive. It has nothing to do with the aesthetics of those cute glasses. Conformity is ugly and boring in almost all instances. Differents are who make life interesting; so much potential is hidden just under the surface of different.
- Comment on Anon considers LASIK 1 week ago:
Still cute as hell
- Comment on Anon considers LASIK 1 week ago:
Glasses are a hotness superpower
- Comment on What happened 2 weeks ago:
How is GoT making it back into the periphery after it ended so poorly ages ago?
- Comment on Anon visits a guy's house 2 weeks ago:
sock murderer
- Comment on Anon has an unexpected day 2 weeks ago:
In American English, Madrid Spain is like Mu-drid. Madrid Alabama is like Mad 'rd. It is like being Mad or angry. I didn’t see anyone pronouncing it like a local. These are places with a thick annoying southern accent. So it is typically said in a very annoying way with the emphasis strongly in the wrong place.
With Lafayette it is as annoying as possible like Lu as in Luck, FAY as in FAke, at as in hat. All three are like separate word syllables they are so disconnected in a southern redneck American draw.
- Comment on submissive 2 weeks ago:
There used to be some lewd jokes around when I was a stupid little cringe kid, but I can’t recall now… Something about never getting satisfied until in a dark room with a cow…
- Comment on Anon has an unexpected day 2 weeks ago:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4H4Lv1x2Qk
Random news broadcast has it pronounced in the first 30 seconds
- Comment on I can't hear them 2 weeks ago:
~𝅘𝅥𝅮~ 𔗌𔗌 ^𝅘𝅥𝅮^
- Comment on Anon has an unexpected day 2 weeks ago:
Lafayette Georgia is “luh-FAY-et” and Madrid Alabama is “MAD-rid” because stupidity is standard practice where I’m from.
- Comment on testing how this site handles videos 2 weeks ago:
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- Comment on Realistically 2 weeks ago:
Passenger’s seat perspective. So from that angle there is nothing to do. It is always best to relax. There is a reason drunks often survive the crashes they cause that kill others. It is kinda hard to do in the moment without practice. In the crash that broke my neck and back, there are only a few moments of very hazy dream like memories that I’ve recalled over the years since. One of those was that I somehow tried to put up my hands or some way I tried to catch myself as I hit the jeep on a bike at 29 MPH. I only really remember thinking for a moment, “fucking never do that again” next moment I’m with some paramedics talking about getting me stable enough to transport and trying to get someone to call that could show up at hospital. I was only able to remember phone numbers and my address from when I was in highschool 10 years before and 2k miles away. I felt super stressed because I knew I was doing it but couldn’t figure it out. I finally remembered my sister’s number and relaxed, staying unconscious for 3 hours after.
That is what it is really like with severe head and neck trauma. Your conscious mind is quite disconnected from your limbic system. If you die, you likely won’t even know. I had no idea how close I had come to dying until many things that came out of the personal injury case that followed and stuff since then…
For me, I wouldn’t follow that kind of truck closely or casually at all. I’m aware of how it is loaded and the disconnect between the loader operator and low pay driver, on a truck likely held together with JB Weld and duct tape. But yeah, just relax. If you die, you die. No big deal. You won’t even know it happened, so why stress.
- Comment on Anon misses the classic design 2 weeks ago:
forbidden drum stick
- Comment on buddy of mine is in a horrible mood 2 weeks ago:
Normal is someone you do not know well enough yet. It is a fictitious misconception. If you think about the concept objectively, you likely will not be able to name anyone you know really well that fits into the ideal group you have mentally abstracted as normal. The construct is part of tribalism and our human complex social hierarchy on a subconscious level; we are deciding who is and is not part of our personal tribe and their ranking within that hierarchy relative to our own. Everyone is abstracting on this level, but few are self aware in this space.
- Comment on Anon worries that they may be racist 2 weeks ago:
Well we hate rich people. Red rover, red rover, the dog wasn’t red till you came over.
- Comment on Anon measures up 2 weeks ago:
take off your pants and find out
- Comment on Anon measures up 2 weeks ago:
Isn’t the world average supposed to be like 4 or slightly under at ~100 mm. Donkey Kong’s are like wildly mutated freaks. Porn just needs them because a camera is in the way so diagonosexnastics is required.
It’s a rather dumb plot hole IMO. I never met a drummer rocket scientist type. I’m sure they are out there somewhere, but pounding the cervix like a drum is a boring tune fit for an absentee-alpha brain. If that is what a person is interested in – ehh just consider me tiny to maybe make you feel a little better.
If you feel self conscious, become a roadie (bicycle). Everyone says I won’t wear the clothes and we all learn the clothes have a solid purposeful reason to exist. A few years of solid riding and you will not give a fuck about how anyone thinks of your junk. If you want to look, go ahead you dirty slut. I don’t care if you look or that you are a slut.
- Comment on I'd choose 4 tbh 3 weeks ago:
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