My imaginary friend was very tiny, and I’d imagine him cartoonishly jumping around whatever environment I was in so he could talk to me on my level. I used to hide out in the bathroom a lot, so oftentimes he’d be jumping on top of the toilet paper roll, then scampering up to the counter so we could have a proper conversation. If I was in the car, he’d sit on the edge of the window.

The best way I could describe him looking back would be like the vault boy from fallout. Not the same clothes or look, but just that cartoony style. I probably imagined him to be a little darker and with different colored hair.

In my case, I was awkward-dancing by myself while everyone else was just showing up, then I made a comment about how infrequently I ate and was asked if I was taking stimulants.

The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Neither of these statements make it impossible for someone to regularly enjoy alcohol or cannabis without hurting people.

I saw your other comment and wondered what the games must be. What’s the other one?

Start in Australia, got it

I was at a party just yesterday (very unlike me) that was mostly people I don’t know and within the first hour someone asked me if I was on ADHD medication.

I mean I’m not on medication which is probably how I got pinned so quickly but I still found it funny that in a crowd of people that has never met me I apparently still scream TISM.

I think you replied to the wrong comment. Most music instructors don’t do those, haha

Thank you for sharing this 🙏🏽 good read.

Here’s my take, and you can do with it as you will.

We don’t have free will, how could we? We are, as you said, chemicals in a hot dog casing. When I see something I want to eat, it’s because chemicals tell me I’m hungry and it will provide sustenance. When I do something that I enjoy, and want to pursue, my brain is receiving chemicals that it enjoys, and tells me to continue doing actions that produce said chemicals. I can choose to do these things or not, but my choice in and of itself is determined by… more chemicals.

But why does it matter, if those chemicals also tell “me” that “me” is the one in charge?

It’s like the cave/ shadow metaphor (that I will poorly paraphrase and misuse); hold a chair in front of a candle, show me the shadow, call it a “table” for my entire life, and the first time I see a chair I will say, “so this is what a table looks like!” It doesn’t matter that it’s actually a chair, just like it doesn’t matter if I actually am making my choices. My reality (and your reality) is what I perceive and accept, and nothing more. Logically, I understand that when presented the choice between A and B, my body and the chemicals composing it are the ones “making” the decision, and I’m just acting it out. I get that. But if someone says, “do you want really want to watch The Lord of the Rings again?” I already know that the world has changed, because I feel it in the water, feel it in the earth, and smell it in the air.

And that’s my choice, chemicals be damned.

I think this might be where it comes from for me, too. If you say it’s with x, and I think it’s worth z, I don’t want to insult you or assume you’re trying to scam me by asking for x, but I also don’t want to pay much more than z.

The concept of some mystical “y” living in the middle is lost to me and it’s socially impossible to reach “y” without me calling you a scammer or you calling me cheap, so no deal will be made today.

You are! The people that make you feel you aren’t, aren’t worth your time 😉

Wish he would’ve been around to see the things the average joe can make in the garage today. I’m glad that you’ve got fond memories of him though.

My grandfather would probably use one to print out a similarly endless supply of things for us grandchildren, though if I taught him the basics of something like tinkercad or fusion360, the next time I visited there would be all sorts of printed brackets holding everything in place.

Hey, he got to see the invention of plastic. Obviously we’re dealing with the repercussions of it now, but imagine what that must’ve done to the hobby industry.

this entirely. It’s awesome and frustrating haha. My Neptune 3 from 2022, that I’ve poured hundreds of dollars and hours into, is completely outclassed by an out-of-the-box printer of the same or lower price today.

I’m really happy that it’s getting so approachable now, I hope that I can get my grandfather his own printer during his time. I love that you don’t need to be an engineer anymore to get the things to work.

How have I never noticed that these goobers don’t have arms or nothin. I can’t imagine this thing walking in any way other than a swiggity swooty approach.

This is God’s creature right here.

I like to balance things in absolutely awful places. Like I’ll have a platter full of minis that are ready to be painted or a tray full of hundreds of tiny electric components and I’ll set them down on top of a closed water bottle??? Why???

Actually me. I see someone set something down and my brain says, “when Bill asks where his wallet is, we’ll know where it’s at! 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽”

Bill never asks where his wallet is, and I don’t know where mine is.

I really like it when streaming series have different length episodes so that they can be the length needed to tell that part of the story!

I agree wholeheartedly and I think it’s something tv producers are afraid to do or think people don’t like it. Maybe it’s just a relic from cable TV with set time slots. But no, you don’t need to make that transition 30 seconds longer or add 2 minutes of scenery in between every shot just to stretch it to whatever minute-mark you’re trying to accomplish. Same thing with cutting or rushing things; if I’m 4 seasons into your show, I like it enough to set aside an extra 15 minutes of my time to watch an episode that is properly paced and fleshed out, vs two that you chopped into awkward, rushed, flat 30 minute chunks.

Stories are not uniform! Our story telling mediums shouldn’t be either. Can you imagine if James Cameron tried making Lord of the Rings in 90 minute segments?

The Haunting of Hill House is a phenomenal show. Incredibly creepy, and one of the most emotionally powerful things I’ve ever watched.

I’d argue that snuggling doesn’t require a blanket specifically, however some form of snuggling medium is required.

For instance, one can be snuggled up in a cushy comfy couch, a child can be snuggled up in it’s mother’s arms, a cat may snuggle in your lap or under your sweater.