“Come On, Eileen” by Dexy’s Midnight Runners. Fucking hate it. Mainly for the video, but also because it is horrible.

Genuinely surprised they haven’t called for jus primae noctis yet.

Crap. Are lizard people real, too?

Oh shit am I the camel?

A pint of Ben & Jerry’s. Doesn’t even really matter what flavor. (I will be eating one later tonight.)

I don’t like to kink-shame but those all sound like horrible people.

We have a mayor, some people complain a out her, others don’t. I sat next to her at the airport once. That’s all I know.

Happily married for 10 years, but my wife’s independent streak was one of the main things that attracted me to her. We share plenty, but it’s always been important to us to have our own hobbies, friend groups, and private time. I don’t want to be her whole reason for living and I don’t want her to be mine.

Yay we are saved…

I was a member of one briefly, when I had the need for some woodshop stuff.

The way they worked was you paid a flat monthly fee to be a member. …think it was around $65/monthly. If you wanted to use the woidshop you had to pay a one-time fee of $250 and either take a basic woodshop class (an afternoon) or talk to the woodshop guy and convince him you knew what you were doing. Then you had woodshop privileges so long as you paid your monthly fee.

If you wanted to use the metal shop, another $250 to unlock metal shop privileges. Now your $65 a month gets you wood shop and metal shop. And so forth. They had a CNC machine, laser engraving, industrial sewing machines, 3D printers, powder coating…all kinds of stuff. You could also rent a locker or small storage space so you didn’t have to bring all your tools and supplies each time.

I joined up just for a couple of short term projects that weren’t feasible to do on my own at home. The pricing was a little high for the, “eh, I’ll just pop in to do a little bit.” I think it was geared more towards serious hobbyists who would be there every weekend or people running a small-time Etsy business.

Just got home from it, overall really enjoyed it. I’ll agree with the other comments that the ending could have ended sooner.

But hey, at least we got to sell more ad space by printing another article about it…

He’s a Democrat and he hasn’t made national news for his despicably racist remarks about immigrants. Outside of that, who really cares what the county sheriff’s platform is? If I lived there, I’d vote for him.

He’s up for re-election right now. Here’s his opponent’s campaign site.

Yeah, you do seem great.

And that’s why you always leave a note!

I sure hope that is the case, but I pessimisticly fear a weak response to the next Jan 6 attempt because taking steps to put down a violent insurrection is “too political.”

Literally all the time, but OK…

Last Saturday night, bored, make an impulse decision to buy soccer tickets. Get some really nice seats, front row of the second level. Seats 1 and 2, on the aisle.

Get to the stadium moments before kick-off, head to our section, there’s a guy and his wife sitting in the two seats on the aisle. I ask if they’re sure they’re in the right place and show him my tickets: seats 1 and 2, right on the aisle. He looks confused, apologizes, they leave. As my wife and I are sitting down, I see the little seat number I missed before. These are seats 20 and 19…the wrong end of the row from where we’re supposed to be. I mistakenly assumed the seats were numbered left to right, but they’re right to left for some reason.

Cringe, wonder if they’ll notice or if they’ll just take the open seats down on the far end of the row. Look over and I see the guy looking at seats 1 and 2 and scowling. The teams are lining up, the game has just started. I sigh and head into the concourse, catch up with the guy as he is coming back down from the right side of the section.

I apologize, say it was totally my mistake, offer to let them keep seats 1-2 since they’re here already, guy insists on taking back seats 20-19 since that’s what he paid for. Completely understand, sorry again for the misunderstanding.

While we’re in the concourse straightening things out, the home team scores what will end up being their only goal of the game. We both miss it. We go on to lose 3-1.