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Cake day: March 8th, 2025

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  • You could set your story in a historical setting in which the countess and the gardener are truly forbidden from passion, or a fantasy world where the ogopogos and sasquatches are sexy rivals.

    The amount of pirates on the covers of romance novels is the direct result of this.

    Or just have a lukewarm type of forbidden-ness, like “his family’s greeting-card store is in competition with my family’s greeting-card store” or “we’re coworkers.”

    And the hallmark channel answer. I had a coworker who would watch those every single day. I vomit at the visuals (how do they get them so consistent and apparent? You can tell just from the opening shots and title!) of a hallmark to this day.


  • I mean, that was bad, but I hated the movie more for turning it into feel-good drivel about the boss actually being kind and caring about her employee(s). The book ending, where the character realized her own self worth and started making her own decisions, was so much better than the american bullshit about putting up with a boss’ bullshit because they’re actually such good people and will throw a few dollars off the balcony for you to catch.


  • Keeping my reply of emphatic no here to not clutter up the thread. The closest I ever came was raising a fictional toast when Brian Jacques passed. I downloaded a copy of the recipe book he had written and made some of the otter’s hot soup.

    I do find it interesting that no one in the thread who answered yes is really trying to explain why they cried. Sure, saying that you cared about their work means that you thought they were important, but how is that enough to cause you to cry? It seems like we’d have to drill down into the idea of parasocial relationships and examine how much these folks have built up the idea that the person they cried over was actually a part of their life.

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    I’ll acknowledge I’m probably the epitome of cold, uncaring bastard when it comes to death. My job involves handling society’s recently dead, as well as those who may be getting close. I didn’t cry when my family members died; I just don’t see the point in crying or even being sad. It doesn’t change anything. I’d rather go read a book, watch a movie, play a game, row my scull, ride the bike, or jump out of a plane with friends. Those are all fun, and seem a much better use of my time.


  • I came in here thinking that they were finally going to cut costs to the bone by getting rid of employees. Make the customer pay if items aren’t restocked to perfection, and no more annoying employees who are being forced to ask if you need help. Sort of like those amazon stores that you ‘pay’ first with your credit card to enter the store and it tracks what you take.

    Pure, sweet business profits, eh? Eeeh? I bet we could convince an mba to make that pitch, and could bankrupt a few stores before they realize the idiocy.


  • I enjoy it, but not nearly as much as helluva boss. It was too much like children’s programming, where the solution/chekhov’s gun/learning-through-song experience didn’t feel like it naturally flowed.

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    Examples: Ep.1 of helluva, where moxie debates shooting a family, then the show ends with him shooting the chica after being surprised, chased, captured, and had torture intimated before finally getting his demon dick out and acting like one, didn’t feel overly contrived. Ep. whatever of hazbin, where maggie has a sing-dance-fight with the angel weapon wrapped feet and suddenly becomes all able to fight, it just felt cheesy. :::






  • Because they get people to admit to things they wouldn’t otherwise. A polygraph test starts with the interviewer “just talking” (and those are massive, giant quotation marks there) to you for about a half hour. They slip in little statements about other, experienced officers who are currently employed despite past wrongdoings, “because they admitted” to the bad shit. Meanwhile, when you admit to bad shit, guess who’s not getting hired?

    The interviewer will give you a giant list to go through, asking if you’ve done any of the hundreds of bad things, and ask you to explain any “yes” answers you give to the question of committing a crime.

    So now you’re primed to confess to things, and the interviewer and agency gets to comb through those confessions to see if they don’t want to hire you. They also get to reject you if they don’t like you and blame it on you failing the ‘lie detector’ test, or the interviewer can simply say you’re lying.