I raise. Szechuan.

Aside from the likelihood of this outing my account, I once had a first date at a renowned noodle house in town, and the surprise rarity of the single table in the front window (converted Victorian, alcove). We order, make small talk, I think it’s going great — until movement in the corner of my right eye out the window draws me to watch, in the middle of her sentence, a full-grown adult male climb onto the hood of the parallel parked car and proceed to empty his thrice-cursed bowels onto it like he was putting out a chemical fire.

I recall being unable to look away and catching her attention drift toward my view at the same time the waiter arrived with our lunches, only to table them with an “Uhm. Well.” and ghost.

So, not exactly “at another table”, but the whole place has front row seats, so 🤷🏽‍♂️

Cedar Point is an easy concession 🙇🏽‍♂️

Ohio.

Worry is the worst use of imagination. The latter can take you all sorts of places, whereas the former is more of a rocking chair: misleadingly distracting but essentially stationary. 🙇🏽‍♂️

I gotta say: I love this. It’s super late, but I’ll come back with a story or two. 🕸️🐈‍⬛🦇🖤💀🌚🎃👻

Does marriage count?

/s

Doesn’t answer the question, but same.

YFW they’re spy phones, all the way down.

People tend to be afraid of the unknown — generally agreed to be symptomatic of the awareness of one’s own mortality (some, less consciously than others). And, as the saying goes, “necessity is the mother of invention”. Our prehistoric forebears came up with their own reasons why otherwise inexplicable things happened, and how — the real lucky shamans landed a “when” here and there, no doubt…

But, where that galvanizing (and often innocuous) superstition gained straight up viral status was with the invention of gods. That’s religion. That “inescapable” caste system for your “soul”. Completely fabricated for the sole ^heh purpose of population control in every capacity.

Now, what is your so-called “soul” if not made of your self-worth? Fast forward ~297,400 years to when a system of value placeholders is created (currency), and then a mere 1,300 years more for it to beget commercialism (not evolve; spawn). Then, driven by advertising, materialism, and greed, commerce rapidly gives rise to consumerism, et al. as we live it today.

These two parasitic institutions of our modern age are rooted in the same concepts, the same drive for control.

YouTube is in the system as much as we all are, and just like church: you can choose to be neither prey or product.

You choose.

Zoom out; Youtube is not consumerism, and religion predates currency by a long shot. Fear is its original seed.

All of this, and more, is quite simply defined in easy to follow steps on a site or two.

Are you asking genuinely or just listing off questions? Do you have 30mins to sit down and focus on setting up ALL of the above? Personally, I think you owe it to yourself and your family to at least try. 🖖🏽

Because that’s part of the consumer model. See: religion.

I pay for YouTube premium because I like the idea

Yup. Pretty much. 🤷🏼‍♂️

Yo HO!

ADHD?

The closer I get to that “old chef” icon myself, the more I come to realize that the majority of it is projected onto the concept from the surrounding culture… (I blame that very thing for contributing in large part to the robbing us all of Bourdain, in fact. 🙇🏽‍♂️💔)

TBF, not only would that same Italian person you envision also die every time a “pizza” is made, (IRL, they’re far hardier as a people) but I personally reached a similar point in my impression of “proper” sushi. 🤷🏽‍♂️ For decades now, I’ve looked down on cream cheese, et al, used as ingredients in rolls of all kinds. That eventually evolved into other disdainful opinions on adjacent foods’ contents, but I’ve fairly recently discovered a simple fact: in its culture of origin, sushi is known to on occasion include ice cream as an ingredient.

Therefore? Such quixotic prescriptionism is worse than useless: it restricts access to experiences based on fabricated and imaginary rules (or, face the piercing judgment of… actually no one at all).

Fuck what “people” say. Engage with your wife’s view, and maybe even join her in exploring what other curious ways one can enjoy weird shit. 🫀🖖🏽

Guillotines with “Heroes Work Here” signs atop them.