OP’s mom
OP’s mom

Psychic


I think you’ll find that the gripe is more about it being implemented badly, and in a way that’s harmful on multiple levels rather than the technology itself.
The rag
You can get pellets and ball ammo in other materials. Might have to special order them, not sure how available they are over there, but they do make them. I have steel ammo for my air pistol, it’s my back yard pleasure shooting gun, so lead isn’t acceptable to me.
Sorry for this, but…
sigh unzips


Man, those Doritos tacos are evil. They’re edible crack.


My favorite fast food chain is burger king. There’s just something about the cooking process of that chain broiler that works for me.
Least favorite is McDonald’s. Sorry, but the fucking salt levels make my mouth dry out.
Yo, I got news. The first taste is free, but after that, you gotta pay, you dig?

Legit, he did a solid job with a crap budget, poor writing, and absolutely horrible costuming.


Dude! I love mundian to bach ke!
But most of my “foreign” language music pleasures are less identifiable.
Like, there’s a lot of zydeco that’s in French that I love, but it’s hard to find recordings of any kind, much less digital options.
And I can essentially endlessly listen to what’s called throat singing, but have no idea what titles would be to recommend. Almost all that I have is Mongolian or tuvan, and didn’t come from a CD.
Allow me to come at this from the other side.
I can’t work. My body gave out, and even though the shit show that is disability income keeps me below the poverty line, I’m essentially useless at any job that requires me being upright. So, I’m stuck there.
But if I could go back to work, I would.
I’d want to be picky at this point, but there’s a lot to be said about having structure and an external purpose (as opposed to finding one within yourself, which is still possible while working, just not necessary).
Since my job was at least emotionally and mentally fulfilling, I do miss the actual work ad well. I mean, fuck the industry and the actual available employers, but doing direct patient care was fucking awesome, even when it was stressful or painful (be it physical or mental pain).
The pay sucked. Bad enough that even working full time, I technically have a higher income now than when my hourly rate was at its highest back then. But going in, helping someone, that was the shit right there.
I could have gladly done the hands on work for forty years. Even though most days I was exhausted at the end of the day. If you’re lucky enough to have a job that fulfills you, the only problem is when you can’t take breaks from it, or when the broken system means you can’t make a real living doing it.
I recently had a loved one have a major medical event. During the aftermath, I had plenty of chances to use my old skills, and it was one of the few bright points that got me through the fear and stress of it. There was still that old joy at really, truly helping someone get better, to have a less bad day at the very least.
But, legit, there’s other things I could gladly make a job of if I were both physically capable and could make enough for it the be worthwhile.
What sucks for what you’re asking is having to work just for survival ata job that isn’t fulfilling.
That being said, I’ve known a ton of people that were quite happy being a cog in the machine as long as the pay was enough to let them live how they wanted.
Besides, you don’t have to plug away at the same blah job the entire time. It’s entirely possible to not only switch jobs, but move into different industries. Like, one of my uncles over his almost sixty years of working was a prison guard, a foundry worker, a school custodian, a woodworking instructor at a high school, and a mill worker. When he’d get tired of something, he’d just start looking for something with similar pay (or better) and jump ship. He bitches about being bored now that he’s retired.
Fuck no.
My comments wouldn’t differ, but I’d be too likely to have to shoot some moron that can’t leave the internet on the internet.
I’m not seeing a downside


Legit, I saw one break once with a patient just leaning on it with one hand to reach a cabinet above the toilet.
It wasn’t really catastrophic, but if a 200lb dude leaning against one with only part of their weight can crack the ceramic, there’s no way standing on one is at all acceptable.

Ummm
Where
The
Sun
Don’t
Shine

It comes in spurts

Dammit, every time I have a great one liner, I’m late to the party lol


It would be worth it :)
Gotta love wins like that
I dunno if crazy is the right word, but you do run into people no longer giving a fuck the older they get. However, you also get them settling down and chilling out more as well.
The key to the kind of thing you used as an example is that if you can retire with a decent nest egg, you now have both time and funding to fuck around and find out in ways you can’t before that era of life. Mind you, you also have to get there in good enough shape to fuck around at all, but that’s tangential to this matter.
In my years doing end of life care, my patients were obviously past they point of getting up to serious shenanigans, but they would sometimes have family that were quite fond of finding fuckery to get up to.
One thing I noticed about old dudes was a proclivity to cars that were well beyond the horsepower needed for daily tasks. Anything from standard sports cars to serious machinery like one guy that had a pro street 55 bel air. Which, since I got to drive the thing, was bitchin!
Now that I’m in my fifties, I get it even more than I did back then. Life is fucking short. None of us get out alive, so there’s a tipping point where one’s give-a-shitter takes a flying leap. Since life is also often brutal, it makes sense that once you’ve done the expected bullshit, spending what time is left rotting in a chair by a window ain’t exactly enticing.
Only thing keeping my crippled ass from souping up my little 4 banger and seeing how tight I can get it to corner at speed is budget. I’m in that window where my reflexes are still solid, and my experience is deep, so taking opportunities to push the envelope like that makes sense.
I reckon that once I get even older, I’ll have less to lose as well, so I might end up doing something batshit like strapping rockets to a car just for the lolz. I’ve seen the destruction curve of the human body as it ages, so I’m not exactly enamored of longevity what with the shitty quality of life that’s nigh inevitable.
But for real, the majority of old folks are just tired and want a fucking nap.