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Cake day: July 19th, 2023

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  • My parents were wonderful, so I have no real complaints, but my father had a weird quirk. Tools, equipment, whatever that he had interest and purchased himself were “his.” I mean, obviously, but he would use the possessive when referring to those things.

    “You have to prime my lawnmower first before you try to start it.” “Go and get my ladder.” Never the ladder, always my ladder. I never questioned it (because I didn’t care), but when I was a teenager I started noticing it and it was odd. Like he was establishing that the lawn mower or the ladder or whatever didn’t belong to the household, they were his. And nothing seemed to get him worked up more than a neighbor borrowing something and taking more than a day or so to return it.






  • How to Train Your Dragon Trilogy.

    I watched the first one on a ferry, and just hearing the title made me think it was going to be some nonsense. And then it was amazing.

    Then they announced a second, and I was thinking what do they expect to do with this and then they gave something intensely heartwarming and heart wrenching. I found it better and deeper than the first.

    And then the third. I don’t think it was as clean as the other two, but it closed it off so beautifully I was bawling at the end. Absolutely perfect.





  • Especially hot sauce. I missed that the cap wasn’t closed on some… I think Sriracha, and ended up pepper spraying myself. The waitress was very concerned.

    BTW, actually getting pepper sprayed is MUCH worse. Getting bear sprayed is worse and also disgusting, because on top of the pain and misery, it also has a really gross musk stank. It took A LOT of washes with vinegar to get the smell out of the clothes I was wearing.

    Do not recommend getting spicy stuff of any kind in the eyes.









  • Here’s your monkey’s paw.

    Time goes on, and you overcome a lot of those anxieties with age. You get married, start a great job, buy a house, have a couple kids, and generally start feeling comfortable with life.

    Then in a flash you are back in your high school head, knowing that no matter what you do, you’ll never get the mix of circumstances just right to do it again, which means at best your kids cease to exist and at worst, you lose everything that gave your life meaning. And you can’t share that pain with anyone. And on top of that, you’re now mentally a 45-year-old in a teenagers body, and rather than feeling attraction to your peers, they now look like children to you. You’re full of confidence, but any attempt to use that confidence feels like taking advantage of a child (even though you are physically the same age).

    I think of that, because your wish is a horror story for me. Whenever it’s brought up, I think no amount of getting in on the ground floor of k-cups stock or bitcoin, no preventing catastrophes, nothing I could do would make me feel it was worth losing my kids. And worse, making them never exist.

    By the way, mine is “I wish for a blowjob.” I’ve got what I need. But I’ll always take a blow job (FROM MY WIFE, TO BE CLEAR).