@phnt I want to point out that automatically updating Android and iOS systems don't have this kind of shit happen. This is hard for me to swallow as I hate both platforms very strongly.
@RustyCrab I love my theyfriends but the industry needs a hard, deliberate purge. Bloated billion dollar bullshit boats bobbing around in the bog while some team of 12 makes an indy game that blows them all away. Its time for good ideas to win instead of good publishers.
@grillchen I work out after work. In what galaxy would it make sense to be dripping with sweat and say "hmm yes a shower in the morning will feel great"
@dcc@Paradox yeah a pressure cooker changed my life when it comes to beans. I quit buying canned beans ever because for 1h of waiting I can have delicious fresh flavorful beans instead.
@dcc@Paradox I make dried beans in a pressure cooker. Takes 1h including prep and they are always a big hit.
¼ pound of dried beans, washed 1 bay leaf 1 tsp onion powder 1 tsp garlic powder 1 tsp good paprika (not the cheap stuff, this is the key ingredient) 1 tsp liquid pecan smoke 16oz of water
High pressure, 21 minutes (20 if you like em firmer)
You can use smoked paprika but then you should use less liquid pecan smoke probably.
@dcc@Paradox they're an acquired taste. It took me a few years to get to enjoy them, and even longer to get the recipe just right (canned ain't never good enough), but now they're an every-Sunday side item, no matter what is on the menu.
@kaia tick checks are family tradition for us. Wife pulled six of em off me, and three times as many off the dog
prettygood (prettygood@socially.drinkingatmy.computer)'s status on Saturday, 13-Jul-2024 16:37:49 JST
prettygoodAnd when I feel like I can feel once again
Let me stay awhile, soak it in awhile
If we can hold on
We can fix what is wrong
Buy a little time
For this head of mine
Sometimes, all we need is a little time to breathe. Space, to spread our wings, or a cushion to reassure us that if we fall, it won't be the end. Being able to provide that opportunity for someone is one of the greatest gifts that a person can give to another. You feel like a proud parent, watching someone who isn't your child get a chance to become themselves.
Wife and I were chatting on the way home from the grocery, as we do, and talking about The Old Times. I won't go into her history, but she had a rough childhood, going from having no structure at all to suddenly having to provide structure for others, and never really having an opportunity to grow into her own during those years when it is so critical to do so.
By the time her and I met, she was locked in to the mode of having to be a provider, being an adult without ever having had the opportunity to be young. One of the things that first drew me to her was her loving, family-focused nature. I've yet to meet anyone who can love another being the way that she can. Whether its a pet, or a brother, or a farm animal, or a dog, or a husband, I feel privileged to have spent a part of my life in the presence of someone like that.
Despite that, she had no idea how to be herself. There was only The Other, the pet or the child or the brother or the other person. There was no time for emotion, or expression, or the self, only The Other. At first it was great, having someone so dedicated and devoted, but I couldn't see that there was a reason for all of this.
On June 1st, 2007, she tried to kill herself because she had no other way of expressing a lifetime of the inability to form a self. When the dust settled, and she was able to come home from the hospital, something in me clicked, and I started to understand. Our relationship moved from spouses into partnership in the strongest sense of the word.
I told her she never had to work again. I told her that she needn't be a servitor, or a subservient. I told her to relax, and to let someone else carry the weight for a while. And so I did, all through the modern Great Depression, through family tragedies, through being 1200 miles away from her family, I hoisted all of that off of her shoulders on to mine, and onward we moved. The lights stayed on, the rent was paid, the fridge was stocked. None of this was special to me, but to her, it was a down filled pillow cushion.
Slowly, over the course of a couple of years, and some therapy, she was able to evolve out of the patterns into which she had become entrapped, and overcome the damage that was inflicted on her in the past. She got jobs, menial at first but then serious. She made friends, some as close as family. She developed likes and dislikes and hopes and dreams and the ability to express fears and doubts. She became a whole person. The picture of the woman that I devote my life to became complete.
Today, she makes a great living in a job she's well suited for. We live comfortably, in a balanced relationship, with shared responsibility, and shared obligation, and shared times together. Life didn't go exactly as we planned, but we've started to check off a lot of the items from our "gee it would great if" list in our lives, and its simply beautiful.
There's no great morale to this story. All of us are broken, crippled, and in need of help, but also simultaneously able to provide help for others. Maybe it is a spouse, or a friend, or a brother, or a cousin, or even a stranger, but all of us have the ability to turn around someone else's life, to be the agent of change that is able to turn a tragedy into a triumph. Being able to provide for someone else the very thing that they need most? There's no greater honor.
And sometimes, all that person needs is time.
@vr-t8x15 we weren't meant to bear that weight alone. We were meant to share it with others. Spouse, friends, tribe, whomever, humans are social animals and we were supposed to have a structure around us to help. Societal decay means we have to actively look out for each other. Thank you for watching out for other people, and when the time comes I hope that you have someone to help share that burden <3
@mischievoustomato@rat@sapphire the problem with this is that Fuck Only Knows who controls Telegram's servers. At least with IRC and XMPP a Human Being runs the servers to some degree.