This is one thing that had held me back from building/working with computers for a living. I would be a natural fit for the job, but I don't want to ruin one of the only technical things I enjoy doing in my freetime.

My brother explained skatole to me once, and I remember the balancing act he had to perform to explain that he's not saying my shit smells good in particular, but that it shares a certain quality with the odor of flowers. . But not a good quality, mind you.

I appreciated the compliment.

It's crazy to me that people are still watching TV and tuning into things like new episodes of The Simpsons. My wife and I just drove out to Vancouver last week and stayed in a few hotels along the way. Using the TVs at each one (with a living, breathing TV Guide Channel) felt a little surreal. We were supposed to have sex the one night and instead I fell asleep watching the Paralympics.

The lore books in The Elder Scrolls series, hands-down.

There is an entire universe of conflicting knowledge, personal bias, and unreliable narrators that leave Tamriel's history feeling very real, and very open to interpretation. The fun of it is piecing together the truth somewhere in the middle. But I'll die on the hill that the Arcturian Heresy is absolute horseshit written by a madman, and comparable to the scribbles of a paranoid schizophrenic on an anti-vax forum. Anyone who references that volume in regards to Tiber Septim and the forming of the empire is an impressionable dweeb.

Hate when that happens..

I rage nearly every day when a bag either rips beside the seal, or has such garbage perforations that you have to use scissors on it regardless of their presence.

After some digging I've learned I'm misremembering it being Homey, and it was instead the 1991 film Shakes the Clown.

Realized this having been Homey is a false memory, and found out it was Shakes the Clown.

I've come to learn from other responses that this was likely not a Homey movie, but I've always believed since childhood that it was. Someone said it might be called Vulgar (2000), but that seems too late in my life to correlate to the movie we saw. I'm currently digging to figure out what it was. I swear the men sitting around talking about pussy were clowns.

Edit: Looks like it was Shakes the Clown.

It's the woman in the thumbnail, isn't it? She's been causing it?

Meanwhile, everyone will bitch about the absurdity of this and how shitty Musk and his followers are, then continue to use the platform daily as though it's an essential service. Anyone who hasn't jumped ship my now is either complacent or wholly supportive.

I encourage my daughter (4) to run and peek through the small window beside the front door whenever the driver is out there taking photo. She always looks like a goblin.