I need one though.

Oh yeah baby

Sometimes I look at my life and I feel jealous of myself. Tbh I deliberately moved here (the boonies, and a leftist / alt-culture hotspot of grassroot community living), and it has its cons, but… Next week a wool felter is taking me foraging wild plants to teach me basket weaving, then I’m teaching her the basics of fermenting food (for booze, taste, or preservation), while my 10yo kid is 500km away for her country-wide robotics competition. I’m happily trapped in a caricature.

Most definitely Big Fish. Every time I swear I won’t cry; every time I end up sobbing. With snot.
It just hits too close to home. I even had to trigger-warn my 55-year-old dad, to whose home it hits even closer.

Eww.

But the US is so huge and diverse it’s actually 25,975 cultures in a trenchcoat, a man from Maine and a native Vermonter have nothing in common.
Haven’t you heard?

Ok you got me. What color is chicken in the US?

I’m not fighting to keep DST or anything, but I’ve never understood the issue. My kids had no issue switching their sleep patterns. Dunno, for a baby: morning nap 15 minutes earlier, afternoon nap 20 minutes earlier, bedtime 35 minutes earlier, done. I’m not saying people who struggle are wrong or lying, I’m saying I’m missing something. (And both my kids were bad sleepers.)

I don’t shave my armpits anymore. After a year or so, I even started liking my armpit hairs.

In the rural are I’m in, my year old neighbor recently spanked her 2 year old grandson in front of me, on the street, because… he was walking into my yard while the adults were chatting. Which was a total non-issue. The kid’s mom, her daughter, wasn’t there. I’m cordial with the neighbor, but we’re not friends, and she had zero reason to think I’d condone it. It was so matter-of-fact. My own 9 year old was aghast. It’s awful.

I used to proofread boons on Project Gutenberg in 2004 or so. 2006 at the latest. It’s internet-old.

Edit As a proofreader with 20+ years of experience, I’ll leave the typo.

I wouldn’t know: never tried it. Not even sure what’s in it. Now I’m curious.

Here in France rentals must have them, I believe. But I’ve never known anybody whose home caught fire. Maybe it has to do with building materials and regulations? In my région buildings are stone. My house had 90cm-thick granite walls. Radon is a bigger concern than fire.

Since you use $, I think we’re an ocean apart, so I can’t give you some. But def ask around at your local organic produce store, or pin a message wherever hippies / health nuts / counterculture people hang out.

In my experience, it helps a lot. By orders of magnitude. (And it tastes great. I don’t add much spices or herbs, to let the artichokey flavor shine.)

Hey, I am/was Syrian catholic.

Tweezers. Always.

I sell fake medicine to old people.

Same. This week I rode the new tramway network blind in a coastal city to have adventures with Kid. We bought copper wire and made jewellry with pretty pebbles (harder than I thought.) We played Split Fiction (and like It Takes Two better.) We showed her The Good Place (she loves it, because duh.)
Whe have fun.

I live in the ruralest part of Ruralia. Kids around here think traffic lights are made-up props found in movies.