Eating good food.

And by good food, I mean food that is healthy for you and satisfying and novel enough that it causes the receptors in your brain to start firing off.

It’s a rare treat to find a place that even offers that.

The last time I went to Portland I stumbled across a restaurant called kebab and had Egyptian chicken kusharia and it was so good that it made my entire week. I’m still thinking about that chicken kusharia and that was back in April.

I agree, I’m just saying if I see the bill on my credit card, there will be consequences, and if I can’t resolve it amicably, then I have a car that I’m willing to sacrifice for the cause.

If you deliver a burrito to my door and then tell me to pay for it, and I never asked, there’s going to be a fight.

I will drive my car through the front wall of DoorDash before I’ll pay them for a burrito I did not order.

Chastity and prudishness are not related.

I would argue that the majority of people would prefer to have a single partner that they share their sexuality with, and that is their greater joy.

They say that patience is a virtue, but I disagree. I believe that patience is the protein that you use to build the muscle of virtue.

All my shit is locked down. Nobody else knows the passwords or codes for it. When I die, it goes with me.

I had some success using nginx reverse proxy with let’s encrypt.

There should be a couple of guides online that will tell you how to do that.

I was running Nginx through Portainer on Proxmox, and the Let’s Encrypt certificate was set to my local IP address for nginx.

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I have a stupid conspiracy theory.

I believe they were trying to groom him to be the next Trump, and they wanted to duplicate the (also probably fake) assassination attempt and accidentally merc’d him.

So now they’re just trying to make lemonade out of lemons.

If I’m right that means that once the next big election cycle goes through we shouldn’t hear much more about him.

That’s a good way to get yourself to no longer be the Prime Minister of Australia.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swell_Foop

For some reason, I have an incredibly difficult time not saying like.

I bet if there were a word cloud of mymost commonly used words of all of my posts, “like” would be the sun in my fucking word solar system.

I would say that I’m a good enough person.

I do the things that good people do because it feels like the right thing to do, up until the point where I feel like I’m risking overextending myself and then I stop doing that.

I feel bad when I do not do a good thing.

At the same time I know I have done bad things. I have accepted my fault in those situations and apologized to the people that I have hurt in the past and I am still trying to become a better person. So I am good enough to pass for a good person, but I am not an objectively purely good person.

But then again, no one is.

This was so unfunny that it went into the “funny because its a dad joke / bad joke” territory and looped back around back into just being a bad joke.

I will say the art was good, and I could see where they were going with it, and if they kept it up, they probably could come up with some good stuff, but this one was just an absolute miss for me.

All work and no play makes Homer go crazy.

I wear my sunglasses at night So I can, so I can Watch you weave then breathe your story lines

You can’t manifest a Lamborghini.

But you can live with the mentality that you will own a Lamborghini one day and it will be a nice one and it will be a good one and you will find the way to make it happen, and more likely than not, you will succeed.

But it’s probably not going to just fall into your lap. It will be the consequence of believing that you can do it and then acting in accordance with the idea that you can do it and therefore doing the things that you have to do in order to make it happen.

Weaboos like top me daddy

My username is Bizarroland for a reason.

True story, I once got a barks root beer and the cashier decided to put it in a paper bag like it was a real beer and while I was walking home because I lived like four blocks away from the gas station, a cop pulled me over and he was like, “what you got in the bag boy?” And I responded, “it’s a beer”. And he said, “why the fuck you drinking a beer walking down the street” and I’m like, “cause it’s a root beer!” and he got mad at me and drove off.

And it was one of those stupid things that people do, not even a funny story, but the picture reminded me of it, but it was extra stupid because I was a brown teenager in the deep south.