To experience existence as fully as possible. This includes every combination and variation all throughout time and space. However, while you think you are just poor little you, it’s because you are experiencing disassociation from the source since your birth. Every one of us is really God, we just forgot.

So the next time you look at someone, think of it like looking at yourself in a fun house mirror: it’s just another version of the truth. They are a reflection of you and you of them. The Universe is the same way.

The incident, which comes less than a year after SpaceX’s “rescue” of the Boeing crew, underscores two increasingly critical issues: spaceflight systems need to be standardized to enable cross-nation rescues, and space debris is becoming impossible to ignore.

The irony wouldn’t be lost on Reg readers if the debris that - possibly - struck Shenzhou-20 originated from a Chinese anti-satellite weapon (ASAT) test years ago.

Oopsie daisy!

Yeah, that also means Zynga (who the fuck cares) and 2K can eat shit. Man, this boycott list just keeps getting longer and longer. So long, Civilization!

Probably will, but it’s irrelevant if you boycott for realsies. Fuck 'em.

Like I needed another reason to hate this company. Fuck Rockstar and their shitty labor practices and that fucking launcher too!

Is that why aliens keep skipping over us? I’m beginning to think we’re on galactic quarantine.

Poke bowls or sushi.

No, but definitely neurodivergent to some degree. I place in INTJ on the Myers-Briggs if that matters.

After reading a descriptor of MPDG with examples, I find another source of previous gender envy, ticking yet another box on the list of “how I knew I was always a girl”. Thank you!

I used to build my own modpack with Mekanism as the core mod. I simply love the Atomic Disassembler!

Completely reorganize the kitchen, including cutlery drawers, appliances, and so on. Clean out the fridge and freezer, wiping down the walls and shelves. Organize and rotate all jars, cans, and boxes of food forward, like you’d see in a grocery store. Do this to the pantry as well. Top to bottom kitchen cleaning: sweep, mop, wipe down all surfaces.

Then, as a reward, I’ll slap my dragon dildo on the kitchen island and have my way with it while watching yuri on my Samsung fridge, covering myself in whipped cream and fruit syrups, losing myself multiple times right before I finally serve myself dessert. Yum.

I got to be good friends with someone I met at work and we gamed online when we could. We’d be playing a game, and he would always get so angry, raging at the game into the mic (I’m the only one listening, mind you), actually getting angry at a video game. I would find it amusing at first, but it became exhausting after a while, so I would find other games to play or just go invisible on Steam. He’d call me every so often, asking what’s up or if I was playing that night, but I’d find other things to do or say I wasn’t playing much anymore. I really hate lying to people.

It wasn’t until years later he started getting assault weapons, talking conservatively, and becoming toxic in general. I decided to ghost him because I felt I couldn’t trust him anymore. It’s really too bad, as he was a nice guy at first, but something changed in him and it gave me an icky feeling. I suppose it’s for the better, as I have no idea how he would have handled my transition.

I’m just gonna skip down to the part where it says what the cause of death is, which I’m hoping is “McDonald’s french fry lodged in wind pipe”.

The road to hell is paved with good intention.

Take it easy, dude, but take it!

B flick about a transmom that smokes weed and plays video games, has no friends, is sex-starved, and is waiting for death. 3% on Rotten Tomatoes.

Oh, so you can’t come up with a decent argument and instead block people? There there, poor baby!

Projecting much?

I care more for other species than I do my own. I just don’t see humans as important as they think they are. The trolley problem isn’t difficult for me; either selection works. And yes, the misanthropy is real.

But if you don’t care about anything at all, not animals, not plants, not even the universe, then you don’t love yourself. That’s when it’s time for therapy.