I have it on good authority there is a 5th element. I saw it in a documentary. It’s … perfect.

For me it was The Amytiville Horror (1979). I still can’t look out of a window at night and not think of seeing eyes. I didn’t see the film until I was about 11, so mid 80s.

When I got my first tattoo 30 years ago, my then mother-in-law said I’d be in prison soon enough. So far I’ve managed to be a good citizen (it seems following the law is easy), but I’ve got a plan for this to prove her right. When I’m about to go bye bye , I’m going to strip naked and run around on live TV, probably at a sporting event. That will at least get me arrested, and if I resist arrest and generally be annoying, I’m might go to prison to let the state pay for all the medical things associated with my demise. These tattoos are a bad influence. Hell awaits.

This. Your faith is presented as normal when growing up in religious family. As you get older, there is opportunity to question those beliefs and, for some people, you realise those beliefs are mental and insane.

Anteeksi. My humble apologies. I thought Moomins were just Moomins. Today I learnt a thing.

That’s Norwegian, I think.

I was sitting in the room while my friend’s dad was having a argument with his horrible dad. The horrible dad threatened to write him out of his will, and my friend’s dad respond, “Why do you think I’d want 1/6th of fuck all anyway?”

I wouldn’t be so blunt with my mother about things, but every time she talks about inheritance I encourage her to just spend the money on herself. Anything will be spilt between 7 kids overall (3 hers, 4 my late step dad). She is holding on to an expensive ring because my very well off, money hungry sister, has basically demanded it, so I’m working behind the scenes to try get her to sell it so she can invest in making her last few years that much easier.

Worrying that every unexpected pain in your body will be cancer.

I’m 50 and get posts from OnlyFans accounts and advertising for kegels exercises, mixed in with woodworking videos. I blame all the other men out there. No wonder I don’t use social media much anymore. I just want to see my friend’s and family’s pics/vids.

That’s a perfectly legitimate way to interpret the text, and might even be true.

I can’t think of many minors who would be able to afford a game, so it’ll be the parents buying it anyway.

This reminds me of the ambulance scene from the movie Redirected.

Alan Sugar needs to teach this lot some basics of selling.

Sheep. Baaa.

Aha! So that’s the thing. I’d been wondering why suddenly bottles and juice containers are farking annoying to open. And it’s global! I’m happy it’s for good reasons but the bit of my brain that gets annoyed by it wishes there was another solution.

I’m currently trying to learn Finnish. This stresses me out.