Lost_My_Mind

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[–] [email protected] 4 points 2 hours ago

Oh. Damn. I only heard the story AFTER 300AD. I was late to the game, I guess.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 2 hours ago (1 children)

What defines "Good Guys"?

[–] [email protected] 1 points 2 hours ago

Is this windows 10 or 11?

[–] [email protected] 7 points 2 hours ago (2 children)

I've washed my hands of it. He's my dad. I'll be there for him if he ever realizes he needs help. Until then I've resigned myself to knowing that I'm not the problem. I'm not able to help him, because he won't accept help. He has a mental block on being able to accept that he's in his 70s, and he's getting older, and his 41 year old son, that 30 years ago was his little boy, is more capable physically than he is right now.

He can't accept that I can fix plumbing because I can bend down. He can't accept that I can shovel snow without pulling my back. All because he can't accept that he needs me now. Not the other way around. And I'm happy to help him. But he's not happy to accept that it's 2024. Not 1994. Which I get. 1994 was awesome. Green Day had just relesed Dookie. I could still wear those bead thing necklaces that washing tub plugs use as a chain. And yin yang bracelets. The Sega Genesis was awesome. Jurassic Park had just come out on VHS and wasn't ruined by the sequals yet. The countrys political spectrum wasn't a raging dumpster fire. 1994 was pretty great. I wish we could ALL go back......but we can't. We have to live in 2024.

So the most I can do to move on is not take it personally. Try to make my 40s something enjoyable, ya know? We sll went through covid together, and just as everyone was getting back to a sense of normal, I was diagnosed with cancer. I spent a year of my life kicking cancers ass, and I won. Shout-out to Dr Crawford, and the MetroHealth medical system. In the midst of all that, Gram died. She was 103, but whenever you lose your hero in life, it's ALWAYS too soon.

And NOW a year later I'm getting back to normal. The dust has settled. Those events with my dad in the hospital were 3 years ago. 3 years seems relatively short, but I swear we're on some different timeline right now. I swear it feels like 20 years ago. Calanders and logic tell me that it JUST happened recently, but I swear it was a lifetime ago.

And now......trump.........

So I've decided that in order to find peace, I'm just going to mentally check out here for a while. I'm going to buy my first house. I'm going to go to work. And I'm going to concentrate on me. Because mentally these last few years have broken me. And the next few years look scary as hell. I can't drink, because I used to be an alcoholic, and that gave me cancer. I can't smoke weed, because my job tests. I've lost friends. I've lost family. I feel isolated. I feel stressed. So I'm going to buy a run down house, and fix it up. I'm just going to spend all my time either working, or sawing, or drilling, or sanding. Just really taking my mind off shit. Just concentrate on me. Which is not in my nature. I'm not used to being selfish. But.....I just need to work on me, as I work on a house.

I'm sorry if this came off as a long winded rant, but I just needed to vent.

Tomorrow is a new day. For me, both literally and metaphorically. And for me, I'm taking me first step to buying a house.

[–] [email protected] 1 points 3 hours ago

I mean.........has your grandma been alive since before 1776?

[–] [email protected] 4 points 5 hours ago (2 children)

Here's how you fix this. We're going to dig up the streets and replace the sewers. The new sewers will be all steel. There's going to be flame throwers, and spiders inside.

Then, whenever one of these fatbergs exists, we'll just blast the flame throwers, and it'll burn it to nothing.

Problem solved.

[–] [email protected] 1 points 6 hours ago

Nah. Gotta shorten it. Just abbriviate it, and help me with these white sheets. We need to maks ghost costumes.

[–] [email protected] 6 points 6 hours ago (4 children)

Because the British know that one day they'll be back. Kiss the crown, motherfuckers!!!

[–] [email protected] 2 points 6 hours ago (1 children)

Aw man......I'm just a broke middle aged white guy........

[–] [email protected] 2 points 6 hours ago (2 children)

How's the rest of your body doing?

[–] [email protected] -4 points 6 hours ago (1 children)

Your honor.......he hit me!

Nuh-uh!

Yeah huh!!!

He started it!!!

No I didn't!!!

Moooooom!!!!!

Your mom has been dead for 32 years......you're 81

And I'm still bike riding the mean streets of NYC!

Yeah, and getting billed for your bad driving.

 

So in this URL, you can see the 2020 lines for how North Carolina voted. If that's total counted votes after it was all over, then this page will be not so useful until all the 2024 votes are counted.

However, if it ONLY shows early/mail-in votes, then we're in trouble. On almost every state I click the democrats have NOT reached their 2020 numbers, while the republicans are close to their 2020 numbers. In some cases surpassing 2020 numbers slightly.

The context relies heavily on what those 2020 ticks are measuring. Total votes? Or only Early/Mail-in votes?

 

AND HIS NAME NAME IS JOOOHHHHNNNNN CEEEEEEENNNNNAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

Wait, is this 2024? Or 2044? SHIT! Wrong year. Wait, so I forget......was trump in 2024 president while in jail? Or was that after the election? Oh, right. I forgot about Joe Biden. Everybody forgot he was president.

Soooooooo, yeah. Buckle up. The 2024 election was just so soooooooooooo stupid! That was the one where trump was talking about Ohioians eating cats, and then going to get press photos working at mcdonalds, and then he gave that microphone a blowjob, and then on election day he called the election rigged before the polls even opened for the day. Then those nude photos of him leaked, with him being face-sat by that Cats broadway acress in full costume, but somehow still nude.......HE'S EATING THE PUSSYCAT!!!

Don't worry, the future is much better. 2044 election is John Cena vs Dwayne The Rock Johnson. The debates are all AI. This is 1000% better than 2024.

Well.......bye. Have fun with your covid post-years.

 

Every year, we all have to sit there in the chair, gathered by friends and family, as they all sing a song that a stopwatch will tell you lasted 30 seconds, but feels like HOURS.

And the entire time, you're just sitting there like "I'm very aware of my hands right now......where do I put them? What am I supposed to do with my hands right now??? I feel like everyone is judging me for using my hands incorrectly right now......"

And then, your friends birthday is next month, and you have to pretend you're actually singing this song. In reality it's more like a vaguely melodic mumble. Then everyone gets the timing of the name wrong, as if the whole room is remembering their friends name after a momentary lapse of dementia.

"Happy Birthday to........Todd......"

And finally the song is over, and you then spit all over a cake to blow out a cake, that has for some reason been set on fire.

I mean seriously. It doesn't work like this for ANY OTHER EVENT. Even the 4th of July, which is known for drunk uncles blowing their fingers off playing with explosives doesn't have this shit. Nobody on 4th of July is like "Here's your hot dogs.....I took them off the grill, put them in a bun, squirted some mustard and ketchup on them......and then I set them on fire. That's your problem now. You deal with the fire. Spit on everybodies food, and then distribute it by incorrectly guessing how much everyone wants. Be sure to give the fat guy the tiniest portion possible. He doesn't need the extra portions, clearly."

And WHY do we do all this shit to each other? I don't know a single person who enjoys these traditions no matter which side of the candle you're on.

I'm just glad MY family doesn't do the other part, where everybody gives you a spanking. No, please, mom, do NOT engage in sexual fetishes with your adult son! And thankfully my family never has done that. That would be WEIRD.

 

So the supreme court already ruled the president cannot be held accountable for anyone they kill.

The vice president becomes the president instantly if the president dies.

What is preventing any vice president from waiting until day 1 of their parties presidency, and then murdering the president? And then instantly pardoning themself?

 

So as you can see in the picture, I threw a party last year. AEW is a pro wrestling company, much like WWE. They had this big outdoor show at Wembley Stadium in London. Sold something like 80,000 tickets. We watched live on PPV.

It's the first time I ever threw a wrestling watch party. I invited 4 people. I bought cheese, soft pretzels, bought chips/queso. I had vodka, whiskey, beer, and 3 different THC vape pens along with edible gummies. I also had coke (the soda), barqs root beer, and one of the special novelty mountain dew flavors.

I cooked chicken, and cut the cheese into cubes with individual toothpicks. I got out my good plates. And used the projector to make the screen 90 inches.

Only 2 people showed up. Nobody ate hardly anything. Nobody drank anything. Hardly anything was said. This picture was taken AFTER the party. We went through 1 bag of chips, and 1 1/2 jars of queso.

I literally could have just bought 1 bag of chips, 2 jars of queso, and saved $100 and 2 days of prep work.

I even had 2 different styles of BBQ sauce for the chicken.

Yes, it's a year later, and I'm still mildly infuriated over it!

 

So, I was told you can take any distro, pair it with any desktop environment, and badda bing, badda boom, unique linux in the room!

And a few years ago I tried getting into linux, and it didn't work. I didn't like ubuntu. I want something that's basically like Windows 98.

Closest thing I found was TwisterOS. Well, I had some issue with one program, and I'm an idiot on linux. Have no clue what I'm doing. So the guides tell me to update the thing. So I do that, and the fan in my case stops working. Aye-yi-yi!

I never got it to start working again, and I just said screw it, I'm not dealing with this. Put it in a drawer, and haven't touched it in about a year.

Well, now I'm think I'll just start fresh. Install a new distro, and since Ubuntu seems to be the one with the most support, I'll use that. Then I find out that LXDE visually is more in line with what I want.

So I figure I'll slap on ubuntu, slap on LXDE, and then install retropie. And hopefully the fan will work again. So I start researching this LXDE, and the home page wants you to download the desktop environment already baked into a DIFFERENT distro! Wait, hold on. Am I wrong in thinging you can just download a desktop environment, and slap it on any distro? Because it might be me. I have no clue what I'm doing. And even though this is lemmy, when I searched for "Ubuntu Help", there's no community named that. There's also no community named "Linux help". Which I find very very odd. Lemmy of all places you'd think would have a linux help community! This place loves linux. Does everyone just always know what they're doing at all all times? Or am I just going crazy? I feel like I'm walking blind into a forest and bear traps line the ground. I have no idea how to even start this process....

 

My dad tells this story of how he met my mom....and he thinks it's supposed to be endearing. It just comes off as cringeworthy to me.

Essentially my dad went to a bar. Started talking to a drunk woman, and then he left. Got to his car, realized he didn't have his car keys, and realized they must have been on the tray when he threw out his garbage/food reminants.

So he goes back into the bar, digs around in their garbage until he finds his keys, makes out with my mom, and they spend the night drinking together. Then he drives them to his house drunk, and that's how he met my mom.

Now I don't know if that's the night I was concieved. They did stay together for another 6 years. They got married. But the implication seems to be that I was the result of a bar hookup because my dad is an idiot and threw away his car keys. Then my mom was somehow turned on by the sight of a man digging through the trash, that she starts making out with him.

And based on my dads age, and my age, I can conclude he was 35 years old when I was born. Which means this story likely took place when he was 34.

My mom has never told me her version of the story, and likes to pretend history never happened. She recently told me she never liked Phil Hartman, which I know for a fact isn't true because I can remember her enjoying him not only on NewsRadio, but also when I was a kid and watching Pee Wee's Playhouse. Then to hear her a few weeks ago say she never liked him makes me question anything she says about the past. So I wouldn't even trust her version of the events. Not that she's exactly willing to tell them anyways.

I'm 41 now, and hate being alive every single day. Every once in a while I think about how I wouldn't exist if my dad were just not an idiot that one night. Just ONE NIGHT for him to be a well functioning human, and he doesn't throw away his keys. I never get born, and how much better that would be for everybody. It just frustrates me that something SO SIMPLE could have saved me 41 years of daily agony. And then people wonder why I don't want kids.

gestures to the entire world

THAT'S WHY.

Does anyone else feel this way?

 

Because let's say you're Tom Hanks. And you get [email protected]

Well, what's stopping someone else from adopting [email protected]?

And some platforms minimize the text size of platform, or hide it entirely. So you just might see TomHanks, and think it's him. But it's actually a 7 year old Chinese boy with a broken leg in Arizona.

Because anyone can grab the same name, on a different platform.

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