I don’t want my car to know anything. I want it to do what I say and only what I say without question. I’m thinking of getting a 70’s truck.
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People think kids can do less and less. I was ten when I was allowed out in a rowboat by myself on the lake my grandparents had a cottage on in the 90’s. Walk a mile? We went all fucking over. I don’t get it. Shit the rule at school was if you lived within half a mile you walked to school.
Seems to not understand the thought experiment which is a way to contemplate infinity.
There’s a HEMA gym by me. I’ve thought about it before but I don’t know if I would stick with it and it seems like a steep buy in.
I had spinner hubcaps on my clapped out 85 Monte Carlo in 2004, it was awesome.
I work with people who would call themselves masculine in our company’s management. They think they’re masculine because they follow sports. I think they’re quite efete myself. I hunt, fish, shoot guns, backpack camp, they all tell me it would be too much for them. I don’t consider myself extremely masculine, I have a wide range of hobbies, shit I have two glitter drawers and drag supplies.
He’s always been a cretin so whatever else is on top of that. Cretin is his foundation.
Yeah it is. We used to use it when I was a kid. I gotta clean it though. Thick cigarette dust coats everything he left me.
Mall ninja swords mostly. Some bokkens and knives too.
Bury me with my sweet vice I scored for free that one day.
I’m leaving a bunch of tools and crafting supplies. I hope I jumpstart a career or hobby when I die or it gets tossed whatever I will be dead.
Not having kids.