Point of clarification: I believe there’s a good chance of “aliens” in the universe (i.e. life on Earth isn’t the only life in the universe). When I used that term, I was referring to people who think aliens are visiting the earth.

Regardless of what I need to do, I’m going to do it. I do lots of things I don’t need to do.

One of my most embarrassing habits is that I sometimes go to the R-word site and read through the comment section there. Way too often, there are askr-word (or other sub r-word) posts where the comment section ends up being a bunch of bullshit supernatural responses. This one kind of reminds me of that. If you believe in ghosts or extraterrestrial aliens, I think less of you. You are dumb. Sorry, but it is what is is. I still drink alcohol sometimes, even knowing it causes cancer, so I’m not claiming I’m better than you. We can both/all be stupid. But if you believe in that supernatural crap, you’re stupid, too.

Same here.

I literally spent a few minutes after typing those two words trying to decide/determine the exact moment I lost my faith in humanity, if such a moment actually existed. As a homosexual who grew up in a southern state of the USA, there were probably hundreds of such moments, but for some reason one particular interaction sticks out to me.

Totally random, and at the moment I don’t know why, but I think the day was Saturday September 15th, 2001.

I was working in retail at the time, and in specific, I was in charge of “customer service”. A customer showed up at the counter and he wanted to return a bag of dog food that our store didn’t even sell. He claimed he bought it at our store, but did not have a receipt. Despite our policy being that a receipt is required because of how much the dog food cost, I actually wasn’t worried about it at all. However, he wanted to exchange it for a more expensive name brand dog food, and felt like he shouldn’t have to pay the difference. It wasn’t even a situation where he was asking me to help, he was literally demanding that I give him the more expensive stuff for free.

Needless to say, I was not in the mood. He turned into the biggest asshole of the day. Screaming, throwing shit, called me a faggot, etc. Claimed he was veteran, and that I was unamerican for not giving him the more expensive bag of dog food for free because things have changed after 9/11.

And here it is, 25 years later, still sticks with me how giant of a cunt that sub-human scum was but also how much of a harbinger he was for the direction my country was heading.

At random, these possum memes show up on my Lemmy feed. I should have subscribed a long time ago, but never did. Today I subscribe. Not because this meme is particularly better than the rest. But simply because this meme reminds me that these possum memes speak to my soul. I’m contemplating being a boomer and printing this out and hanging it on the wall.

Not quite true. Heard things were so bad that little boys’ pants were half off now.

Fruit? Eeeeeewwwwwwww. Gross.

Um, what about your favorite food sweatie?

What’s wrong with his leg? I can’t quite tell from the 4 blurry pixels.

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Other than right after the twice yearly time changes, timing is basically my dog’s super power. She’s not the brightest bulb so to speak, but she’s the most reliable alarm clock I’ve ever owned, and other than right after the twice yearly time changes, I basically always know what time it is based on her behavior. It’s actually pretty fascinating and impressive.

Gonna be honest, the idiom/meme “had one job” is almost never correct or appropriate and the role of president is certainly a situation where it does not apply. I find it irksome, most of the time, when people say/type it, without actually thinking things through and applying it appropriately. Don’t care if it is an unpopular opinion because it is a fact that it is used incorrectly the vast majority of the time and haters gonna hate, only true appreciators gonna appreciate.

My aunt Martha had what she described as the world’s smartest rooster. Thing was so smart he figured out how to unlock the hen house door. Except one day he unlocked the door and a fox got in and killed all the hens. So to me as a casual observer, it doesn’t seem like that rooster was all that smart.

Reality is a bit more complicated than that. With respects to the species concept, what matters are traits at the population level, not at the individual level.

Think about it this way. If such a thing did exist, the first of its species, the very first true chicken then there would be no other true chicken for it to breed with. The only thing it’s making babies with is something of a different species (like the ancestral precursor chicken species), and thus all the babies would be hybrids by definition.

Granted, all of this is irrelevant, since from a strictly pedantic perspective, the egg obviously came first because egg laying was ancient by the time birds existed.

The thing is: Left is right if right is wrong because the only way left that’s right is left.

Shrimp, shrimp. Good for the heart. The more you eat them, the more you fart.

No, but, yeah, but no, but raising freshwater shrimp is surprisingly easy. It’s very relaxing and entertaining to watch them go about their shrimpy lives. The truly freshwater species can complete their entire lifecycle in freshwater, which simplifies the whole set-up compared to many tropical saltwater and brackish varieties, and which also means you can have perpetual shrimp once you reach a critical mass.

Granted, there are some finicky varieties of freshwater shrimp that might be stressful to raise because if you so much as sneeze in their general direction, they’ll die. Or if you don’t tightly control the population via culling and/or separate out different color varieties, you can end up with a population that no longer produces bright colors. Also, there are various species of shrimp that are passed off as “freshwater” but which actually require salt and/or brackish water environments to reliably breed them in cultivation or which may be impossible to actually breed. So you definitely should do some research before you dive in.

Like my grammie always used to say, find a job doing something you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.

You got scammed, bro. For $75, I got a lady that’ll take care of several loads. Best cleaning lady ever, clothes come out so clean and she even folds them for me.