Thanks for following up!

For anyone reading this thread in the future, the original comment said “culture” rather than “vulture.” I wasn’t being random or nonsensical. Not in this case, anyway.

I don’t disagree that it’s clever and I like the message of the quote, but mostly I think that when I was younger I thought it was deeper than I do now.

When I was young, I read a quote: “war doesn’t determine who’s right. It determines who’s left.”

At the time, I thought it quite clever and deep.

Does this typo make trying the meat cultural appropriation?

Here I thought it says “Satah” as in … Uh … I don’t know actually.

But what temperature?!

FWIW, my reference was to H2G2 and the Heart of Gold.

If a highly improbable spaceship had to dedicate all of its processing power to making a cup of tea, I suppose I can forgive an end user for having to think about it.

It definitely made me laugh harder than the usual version!

Afterwards, we went through the normal “don’t cry, it’s only a joke” routine… They thought about it, then said “I don’t get it. Who’s Boo?”

alias fucking=sudo is what I was referring to in this case.

Other than alcohol, I’ve never done any recreational drugs. However, I’ve taken prescribed ones after surgeries. Most recently I broke my ankle and, in the ER, they gave me lots of painkiller injections. I think the one that is relevant to this story is oxycodone, but I couldn’t say for sure.

Anyway, I was in the hospital for three days after breaking my ankle and basically didn’t sleep because of what they gave me. At a certain point, between sedation and sleep deprivation, I legitimately questioned my connection to the universe. I think I actually asked myself whether I was insane. More than once.

I specifically remember one moment, I think around 2am, during which the hospital TV was doing a Men in Black marathon. I saw a clip - that I’d seen many times before, I’m a big fan - wherein something happened. I understood what was happening, generally why, generally how, etc.; but I couldn’t process it. I can’t really articulate my experience. It was like if you told me 2+2=4 and I recognized that that was true, but I didn’t really get the underlying situation.

I’m not judging anyone who takes drugs for fun, you do you, but I don’t understand how that kind of experience can be sought after. I hated it. When they sent me home, I didn’t come anywhere near finishing the (very limited) prescription they gave me and, when I had a more recent dental surgery, I didn’t even open the painkillers they prescribed. Again, I’m not criticizing anyone who partakes, I just don’t get the appeal.

Ah, fair enough, I had missed the !! - thanks for drawing my attention to it!

Back in my day, this alias would be fucking.

Is this not a common courting technique?

That’s an entertaining theory.

I knew what they were because my dad had a horseshoe game set and I had seen something about hanging horseshoes so the luck didn’t fall out, but I didn’t know they were actually used with horses for an embarrassingly long time.

Was it that long ago? Wow.

I don’t want to.

Also my five year old.

No love for pencils?

When I was but a little kid, I once told my mother what could charitably be called a joke:
“Okay, picture a cowboy riding a horse down the road. Suddenly he hears a bang behind him. Looking back, he sees his horse’s feet. ‘Shoot!’ he says. ‘Flat hoof.’”

I had forgotten about that until I saw this post.