Is that really his brain and not-spinal cord?

I care about a few things. My (adult) son comes first to mind.

I care generally about people and animals who are hurt and wronged. But, apparently, I don’t care enough to do more than express empathy, because that’s all I do. Not that I’ve ever put myself in a situation that would require me to do much more. I don’t know people personally who have been hurt or wronged, so there’s not much more that I can do. In fact, lately, I’ve been avoiding contact with people as much as possible, apart from my son. I could seek out situations where I might be able to help, but, I don’t.

So, I care in a general way, but not enough to inconvenience myself. That’s about as honest as I can be.

Due to an inheritance of barely-enough money, I got to retire at age 55. I might need to go back to work in a few years, I don’t know yet. But, I’ve very much enjoyed doing practically nothing even though I’d like to have enough to travel, etc. which I don’t. I do miss the collaboration on solving problems, but I don’t miss the raft of other bullshit “office politics” that goes along with that. The one does not make up for the other, not even close. Neither do I miss putting aside my occasional moral misgivings about a project in exchange for money. Nor do I miss watching the boss/owner make obviously stupid decisions and then watching the fallout, after not listening to me or anyone else.

Finding a perfect job is not going to happen for the vast majority of us. We make do with what we can get, and often that causes long-term stress that is unhealthy.

What desire I have to “be useful” or “contribute” and the pleasure I sometimes got from a job well done pales in comparison to the daily stress of working. Even low-level long-term stress takes a big toll over time. And, none of us are compensated nearly enough in money or time off to mitigate that.

People want to work, and want to contribute and collaborate, and feel useful. But, the work society we’ve allowed to be set up for us is not for that. It’s for wringing every last second of useful to-the-rich effort out of us, while compensating us at the minimum level we’ll accept without chopping their heads off, with the rest going to them. Generation after generation for the past 80 years, they’ve been compensating us less and demanding more. Now we’re close to being virtually enslaved, owning nothing and working to barely survive, assuming we’re healthy enough to do so, otherwise being discarded.

How long have you worked there?

How long have they been in business?

Is the business stable and well-ran? Do you even know?

The unicorn job.

Okay, you do you.

No matter the justification they give, it’s always, ALWAYS actually about making the rich richer, and fuck the poor.

Since he illegally stole $1000 from me, I want it back.

The Red Pistachio mold plague spread with surprising speed. Horticulturalists were caught flatfooted, but pulled a rabbit out of their hat with the current strain of green pistachios, saving the sector. It was quite a wild ride.

I guess you had to be there.

Remember when they fired the guy from Google because he claimed AI was sentient?

Makes me think the worst of what we’ve heard is not only true, but far from the worst.

I don’t think I’m on the spectrum, but maybe?

Anyway, for the past four years or so, I’ve been eating nearly the same meals every day, and I’m fine with it. I know exactly what I’ll buy for the week’s groceries, and I waste zero food. My trip to the grocery store takes just over one hour every Sunday morning, including driving time. I take the same path through the store, and grab the same items off the shelves each time, and the store is practically empty at that time, so I just slow down to grab the item. However, on the rare occasion I decide to change an ingredient, I can spend a long time trying to decide on a replacement.

Last year, I wanted to stop using packaged picante sauce, which I used for eggs, and as a replacement for ranch salad dressing for about a year previous. The packaged has too much salt, also I’ve been reducing the processed foods I buy. First, I looked for one that had lower salt, and the few they had were too expensive. So, I decided to try to make my own. That meant I had to buy several ingredients I didn’t before. I did it for about six months, but really didn’t like it, and it was more work every Sunday after I got home from shopping. So, instead, I just dropped it altogether. That meant I dropped the salad with chicken, because I couldn’t find a suitable dressing replacement with low salt. So, now I’m down to my hot meal with chicken and vegetables all the time. I thought it would be rough having the hot meal during the summer, but I did it all last summer and it was fine. Also, it’s one less aisle I go down during shopping.

They’re being much more serious about this than when it was “just” about kids. I suppose threatening money and power is what gets you arrested. Similar to the way Epstein was arrested and then murdered by Trump’s order.

If they’re not in my very short contact list, it goes to voicemail. Isn’t that how everyone does it?

It’s not like anyone calls me anymore, anyway. Any.

If everyone is special, then no one is.

A rainbow is a participation award.

I’ll take getting older over the alternative every time.

I’m not happy I’m sixty. But, I am happy I’m not dead.

Slightly better than fascist is a very low bar, and most of them aren’t clearing it.

In the U.S., stand with your back to the hinge side of the door, and swing your arm as if it is a door to determine a “right-hand swing” door from a left-hand swing. The picture shows a right-hand swing door.

This makes sense to me. But, because humans, in Europe, you stand on the latch side. So, U.S. and European designations for door swing are opposite each other.

I know this is a shitpost, but really we should highlight what little good news we can find these days. Alcohol and other drug use among kids has been steadily dropping since 1980.

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I’m guessing this isn’t taught in public school anymore? Maybe it’s covered in one 40 minute class while all the kids are looking at their phones and eating?

Yeah, we’re cooked.