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Cake day: June 12th, 2023

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  • We’re running into this right now. My family has lost a few members recently, and my mom’s gone into Final Prep mode.

    Really really.

    We kids are constantly discussing this. We can’t keep the broken antique sewing machine on which her great aunt made a quilt when she was a baby. We tell her “sure” but we all agree a lot of it is just going away. We have no space for this.

    So much of what we keep is just for the sentiment, and that’s cool, but has no significant value to someone else if they don’t have a connection to it. It will go and make a memory with someone that starts at a thrift store.

    As the world gets more consolidated for space and we lose the attics and crawlspaces where we host the treasures we will never use but know they’re there, we may have to reduce our baggage.

    And that’s how I entered my own Final Prep mode decades early (ideally).










  • Voting makes me sick. That’s why I call in sick. The fact my employer needs to give us 3 hours off to vote makes it that much more plausible; as no one would skyve off a half-day.

    Be well. Don’t be sick. Or do, if voting makes you sick too. I feel a cough coming on even talking about it. Maybe a migraine too. Definitely feel dizzy. Some kinda verklempt. Tawk amengst yeselves.



  • corsicanguppy@lemmy.catomemes@lemmy.worldBeen thinking this for over a decade
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    5 days ago

    Protesting for fair rest days has taken a back seat to letting women marry women and also ensuring women don’t fucking die around childbirth or complications getting there, which seem to be very pressing and fundamental issues we seem to have lost value in solving. Also, issues like black slavery and prisoner slavery and women’s slavery and rapists choosing their kids’ mom’s and something about the overwhelming prevalence of fucking boomsticks in every part of that and everything else, like schools.

    It’s like there’s a million mind-numbingly simple things we should have solved trivially with an “of course I’m not a dick” vote that we seem to have stalled on or went backward about, and these are pushing the more nuanced class war issues onto the back back back burner pending their resolution.

    Fuck this exhausting shit and the effort to just keep a country going where people are dying and blaming Biden for it. Secede from those richbitch fuckwits and their hillbilly fan base. When all their people are dying and dead, buy the land to settle the debt and then reunify better. We don’t tolerate intolerance, and maybe that means we can’t save this version of the matri-uh, union, and maybe we need to start working on the next.





  • I leave a statement in each version of my resume, and see if a recruiter mentions it. It’s like “ask me about the western 5-legged salamander and how it’s linked to the Olympics” (hint: 5 rings) or something equally absurd but a little more relevant.

    If they say the line, then I know they read it. If I ask, “so, did you catch the Olympics?”, and they still don’t pick up on it, they’re judged.