Wouldn't it be so poetic and ironic if it turned out the reason the shooter missed trump was because he had long Covid?
Later today when the sun is down I'll have a moment where I say to myself, "I hope that miserable hexbear poster I saw earlier today is feeling better."
There isn't much more I or many others here can do for you, but I have to believe that the person I saw struggling to stay afloat in this sink or swim shithole of a society can find a comfortable rhythm.
You could always try opening up about this stuff to those shallow friendships of yours, they might not be as fragile as you think.
Sweet, hoping to get certified so I can wear the Good Dude patch
Flattered but also 
whenever my generalized compassion towards the many love-starved people in the alienated, emotionally desolate hellscape of red state suburbia puts me yet again in that ugly position where they think I have seen into their soul as its mate when I'm just being decent. It's a very hard feel to find the words to describe, and it often makes me feel sort of icky and narcissistic, sounding like "oh everyone loves me and I'm just too good at being lovable." But it really does put a burden of guilt on me as an adult sometimes to hear from people that they had a crush on me that I did not reciprocate--it's not something that many of my fellow dudes seem to have experienced.
Terry Gilliam's Brazil captures the vibe perfectly with bombings going off in the background of multiple scenes that elicits a surprised stare from the characters and a business owner who always comes over to apologize while the cleaning crews shuffle in to repair the giant hole in the scenery
Damn I have watched the furry community grow on the internet since the days of the cringe flame wars and sensational pop interviews, they have come so far, brings a tear to the eye
Love how ai exposes people who think art is about artists giving you exactly what you know and want already
Did some reading and ate some pasta and suddenly nothing's different but it feels less precarious.
I hate that something as basic as "live in the moment" is actually true, everyone says that shit and yet it is correct.
Okay yeah I should establish that it is a problematic fav
I was much more interested in how it captured a deranged side of post 9/11 America that I was steeped in but saw no representation of.
Like people literally fled from him for approaching them while looking indistinctly foreign
The first Borat showed me a realm of funny I had not yet established trade routes with, it was awesome
My stomach is making clicking sounds when I change sitting positions I think something is growing in there
It is morning, and the sky is frozen. I began my waiting when the cold came, and now I must go to where I can become wholly living. I leave the downward dark where many others hide. I will go to a meeting which will make me all alive. I am bringing all of me, beneath every eye that is above me, to where life will meet me and all of me will be made living.
It is morning, and the sky is melting. The eyes above me are fleeing, because they will not live. A tiny life is touching me. I am carrying all of me, and it is a dead walking. I have always come to this meeting. Life is coming to meet me, life is coming to make so much of me into living things. I see it bleeding from the line across all things where I cannot reach. Life is coming! Life is coming for me to meet it!
It is morning, and the sky is stained. The eyes above me are washed away, and I am trying. I am squeezing, I am pushing, and I am falling between efforts. It is all of it heavy, and I am carrying some of me. The meeting will be above me, and this morning I will reach it. Life is erupting to me. I have so little left from our last meeting. All of me wants to live, and none of me will be beneath the rest.
It is morning, and the sky is fire! I am wide atop a thing more dead than any other, because it will be most alive in our meeting. I have come to the meeting, and all of me is waiting! Life is rising over me, life is here, life is striking all of me!
It is morning, and the sky is bulging. Where I was folded, I open. Where I was tightened, I loosen. Where I was sinking, I rise, and all of me is lightened, all of me is living! Life has come to meet me, life has come for me to steal away what it always gives! Now I am alive, now all of me is life-hungry, and I take enough for all of me! All things that are not me are taking life also, because life has come to meet me here on the rock which sits upon the death that reaches to the line across all things. With life I can see the rock that is pale, upon dust that is red, upon the safe dark that is beneath it where the cold hides from life's coming. I open myself, my teeth touch the life from above, and I balance it all, and this is the meeting that I came to.
It is morning, and the sky is touching me, and it comes with me. Now I do not carry me, and all of me is pulling itself. Life has come into where I am opened, because I came to this meeting.
Morning is ending, and I leave this living rock, and I am alive again!
I love garter snakes so much, this one was curious and friendly and slid right across my leg after telescoping a bit for me to take a photo.
So there's this documentary I saw many years ago called Onibus 147. Long story short, it's about a kid in Rio who held some people in a bus hostage. I think it was an incredible experience to watch it but it has been like a decade since I did. Still, for some reason it has never left my mind. I can't say it traumatized me or anything, but I was a different person after watching it. I'm not sure if I would have the political opinions I have today without watching this documentary.
Look, I just want to talk about this movie. If you are reading this thread and you've seen it jump in here and say something because it makes me really sad to think that the name Sandro Nascimento will someday be completely forgotten. Being exposed to the story of Nascimento and the way it ended was probably the first time I remember truly feeling anger at the good ol boys in blue, the first time I was able to truly conceive of what poverty means, the first sight I caught of the grinding, meat-splattered gears underneath the floorboards.
Maybe it's not even an amazing movie, maybe I shouldn't rewatch it and open that old wound, but right now it doesn't really matter because I can't find the god damn thing anywhere. If you know where it's uploaded or where it can be found let me know.
Clash: Artifacts of Chaos
It's made by Ace Team, the Chilean studio that made Zeno Clash (this one is technically a sequel to those games) and some other games like Rock of Ages. Like their other games the gameplay starts out a little jank but if you can get past that it's got really cool presentation with a very unique style. Also has a short but sweet story with some cleverer themes than you'd expect and I really enjoyed the soundtrack.
TL;DR It's lower budget God of War from Chile and it rocks