Yeah, fuck those people. Pain hits everyone differently. I had my ribs tattooed and yeah, it hurt but not like bad-bad. I saw a guy that was getting his done and you’d have though they were gutting him alive. Full on screaming. I have zero doubt it was real for him. That’s when it dawned on me fully that while there are some common things that hurt, we all have a totally different relationship with pain.

I did my shoulder skating a bowl. I went to the er then home. I can’t imagine getting back into a game afterward. You’re a seriously tough dude.

To laugh at the absurdity of it all.

And if you ask Vonnegut; to fart around.

I once got to Sweet Frog 5 minutes after they closed. That was pretty bad.

Pain wise, dislocating my shoulder, elbow/top of foot/chest tattoos were about tied for about 9 on the scale.

Being sea sick is a misery I only wish on a select few.

Arch cramp or Charlie horse in the middle of the night is a personal hell.

I told my wife flat out to not talk to me about news or politics at all unless it was good news. It took a few weeks to get it to sink in, but she’s stopped. I do keep up in small doses so I’m not completely shut off, but I get headlines a couple of times a week, not dozens daily. Set a boundary and either she respects it or you tell her it’s time to move on.

I got involved with my hyper-local community. Like 3 blocks around my house. I walk my goats almost everyday and make sure to chat to all my neighbors. I tell and share good news with them; recipes, gardening, weather, Halloween plans, whatever. If they start in with doom shit, I just gently redirect them. “Yeah, I saw that but dude, I found a place down the street that has the best cookies.” Again, it took a bit but they’ve started to get it. We don’t have to focus on the shit. We can be aware of it but it doesn’t have to be central to everything. One neighbor and I are going to start a block party movie night. I do dumb thing while walking too. Pick up trash, straighten other people’s yard signs, move trash/recycling cans back to the yard side when empty. Little shit that just makes other peoples lives a tiny bit better. That stuff is contagious too.

Another thing that’s helped is my core friend group. We were already a bunch of nerds, but now we have like 3 rpg games going. Not all of them are regular, but it’s a way to tune out without shutting down. There is a spoken agreement that we keep real life shit out of our sessions and they’re just for unwinding and living a fantasy for a bit.

When they bailed on Brian Johnson and picked him up, I stopped listening to ac/dc altogether.

Anything by guns and roses. I’ve turned off other people’s radios at work when they come on. It’s almost started fights but that shit can fuck right off. I can deal with anything else but there’s so etbihg about gnr that gets up my nose.

I like that it’s small and that most people are kind.
I dislike that when there’s a wave of reddit refugees it gets kind of gross for a bit till they either calm down or leave.

Also, beans and moths. But I’m not going to say if I like or dislike them, or one over the other.

Upstream Color might fit this bill.

Ha. He earned his 2.5 hour round trip then. And honestly, had he pulled out another, $200 I’d have told him fuck off.

I was selling a saw. Pretty good one, compound mitre, slider, 12" blade, and a really nice stand. I don’t remember what I wad asking, but it was fair. Let’s say $500 for the sake of the story. Dude gets in touch, asks a couple of questions, and says yeah, he’ll take it for that price. Day comes, he shows up and checks it out. I have it set up and we cut a couple of boards to show him it’s all square and good.

He says cool, here’s $300.

I say, yeah, uh, we said 5. I’m selling it for 5. Not 3.

He looks at me deadpan and says this is all I brought.

I say well, I’m selling it for 5.

He looks at me and says I drove all the way from *city about an hour away on a good day with no traffic.

I look back at him and say Huh. I bet you wish you hadn’t done that.

He just kind of stands there looking at his shoes while I pack the saw back up and he sort of sulks off.

What’s old? I’m 53 and hate pretty much everything I see. I have a Grumpy Bear on my dashboard so we can bitch about other drivers. I’m in near constant pain from a back problem and can’t do very many fun things anymore. And every single day I make every interaction with everyone I come across as pleasnt and fun as I possibly can. I make eye contact and say please and thank you. I tease and joke with everyone I see. Just because I’m a curmudgeonly old fuck doesn’t mean I have to bum other people out. But maybe I’m not old yet.

If you smell shit everywhere you go, check your shoes.

Shop Sign-> Don’t put it down; Put it away.

Thanks. To be fair, NutterButter know how to work it when the camera is on him.

Yes. That’s the joke. He very openly told stories about he and my mom sold pot to get to and from Woodstock.

I worked with my dad for 20 years. He taught me almost everything I know about building houses. But I think the two biggest things were, how to deal with tricky clients (this applies to all people, not just clients), and how to come at everything with a relaxed style. He used to say he spent a lot of money in the '60s developing his attitude.

They’re rad. My wife got me 2 Nigerian dwarf goats for my birthday last year (after a lot of talking about it, don’t give animals as a surprise gift). They’re at least as smart as dogs, as curious as anything, and they each have distinct personalities. We live just outside a city and walk them just about everyday on leashes. The whole neighborhood loves them.

He prefers playfull headbutts. You hold your hand out and he highfives with his noggin. But I promise he gets tons. His brother is the one who wants skritches .

His nickname at the farm where he was born was Peanut. And I fucking love Nutter-Butters. Seemed like it would be a crime to name him anytbing else.

A couple. By and large though, I’ve found more that were cultish than weren’t. Some are so cultish that the ones they “support” try to avoid them.