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Cake day: June 19th, 2023

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  • There isn’t a single one for me.

    However, I gotta put a lot of weight to the “all the way” that’s pretty much the default in my area. Mustard, onions, slaw, and what’s called either hot dog sauce, or chili sauce. Which, the sauce is similar to “hot dog chili”, but not the same; it’s a little different spices and in cooking methods. Secret family recipes abound.

    It’s an amazing combination when paired with any of the standard store brands, or the “red” hot dogs the are popular here in the south.

    I’m also a big fan of mustard and kraut. I tend to prefer it on fancier frankfurters and other kinds of sausage, brats and kielbasa in particular.

    There’s the “pizza dog”, aka an “italian” dog. Has zero to do with Italy anything that I’ve ever seen, but that’s what it gets called sometimes. This is a double preparation dog. You cook the franks however you prefer (I recommend either “dirty water” or a mid tier beer boil). You then place them in buns, top them with your choice of tomato sauces like marinara, then with the usual “italian” melty cheeses; mozzarella, provolone, maybe some parmesan. Do this in a baking pan or whatever, then put it in at 350F until the cheese melts and slightly browns.

    You can get fancier with that, but it’s absurdly satisfying just like that.

    I don’t mind what I call a basic dog. Bun, frank, mustard and ketchup. That’s for when you’ve got a really solid flavored dog that you want to savor. The acid from the mustard and ketchup cut through the fats as you chew, bringing the meat flavors back across your palate in waves. But a lot of the time, I’d rather do kraut and mustard if the dog is really rich on its own.

    I fucking love hotdogs tbh.


  • A lot of the time, we have a lot of our identity kit tied into our work. Sometimes that also means to specific jobs/employers.

    Losing that for any reason can be anything from a mild annoyance to fully traumatic. And unexpected job loss not only affects one’s self view and sense of purpose, it’s a threat to stability and survival.

    So, yeah, it can take years to move past.

    It’s a form of grief, though that isn’t always easy to understand, and how intense that grief is is variable even for one person in specific. But it’s not at all unusual for someone quitting a job, in a planned way, to experience loss emotionally. When the loss is involuntary, that stack, then it being unexpected stacks higher. A long job hunt after adds more to the pile.

    With anxiety already part of your existence, that grief is prone to hitting harder as well as deeper.

    It looks like your grief has turned into depression as well. That drained, empty feeling is your brain and mind saying it/they have hit a limit to how much they can process.

    I’m going to echo the suggestion that some talk therapy would be beneficial. Processing such events in life can be difficult to do alone because it’s so hard to see things culturally clearly from the inside.

    Don’t think you’re alone in what you’re experiencing. It’s a very common thing to go through.














  • What’s more dubious is the ability of a penis you penetrate any of the relevant tissues without also suffering injury. Not that it isn’t possible, but no way are you going through the diaphragm with human strength, not without also doing serious damage to the penis they’re tough, but they aren’t jam-through-a-wall-of-muscle tough

    Plus, past a fairly reasonable length, there’s a small chance it wouldn’t be hard enough. It’s already soft on the glans, the giving some cushion. Really big cocks can have trouble maintaining a truly hard erection. Not like it’s some kind of definite every time thing, but a cock that’s maybe 18 inches long, no way is it going to be fully self supporting. Even guys in the ten inch range get a little floppy at times.

    So ramming that thing through even the cervix is dubious. Anal isn’t even a guarantee that the cock could tear through intestinal walls. That can happen, but it’s rare.


  • All I ever give a shit about with comic adaptations is that they stay true to the characters. If you’re into comics, you’re uses to alternate universes and weird retcons. As long as you’re up front about that in your show/movie, you won’t piss off many fans of an established character. They might not show up for it, but it’ll be less drama.

    Ironheart’s whole thing, the core of who she is, is seeing a need for a hero, having the guts and smarts to make it happen, then not giving up on it. That’s what this version does.

    Is Riri my favorite Marvel character? Nah, not even my favorite of the era she was introduced in. But she’s still pretty damn cool. She’s everything Tony isn’t, and she’s still able to fight the good fight without trampling on Iron Man’s cool factor.

    Haven’t seen the show yet, and won’t until it’s all out. But in terms of ironheart getting a show, I don’t see a fucking problem that isn’t artificial. It’s most likely mostly racists and misogynists whining when it’s this damn early. Real critique can’t be done until there’s enough available to at least get a vibe from it. Since its 6 episodes, nobody talking shit has anything useful to say. STFU unless you’re talking about the actual production itself.


  • I don’t actually keep snakes because I’ve never had a living situation that I felt was healthy for them until after I no longer felt I could handle them to my standards. But I love the little buggers. The big buggers too lol.

    Snakes don’t really have friends. They have friendly associates. They come to trust people, and as long as you respect that they aren’t social creatures, can be quite companionable despite not really having friends. Mutual respect and trust go a long way towards serving the same role as affection.

    They can even enjoy human company. It’s just that the same kind of bond you get with social creatures isn’t there. It’s like the difference between a work buddy that you get along great with, but have no interest in outside of work; and someone that you have a deep connection to. Snakes are work buddies.

    If a snake is voluntarily climbing around your neck, it ain’t going to choke you unless something weird happens. Usually, if it’s well socialized, you can pick it up and put it there, and nothing will happen. But you do run into snakes that aren’t used to being handled like that, or aren’t familiar with someone getting scared and reacting. But they still aren’t trying to kill you, they’re just reacting to fear. Kinda like if you run up to a stranger and grab them from behind. Most of the time, you’ll just get “hissed” at (which snakes don’t really do in this situation), but every now and then you get slapped.

    People talk to them because people like talking to animals. It’s a monkey thing. I talk to my chickens all the time. They maybe understand ten words, but they like being talked to for whatever reason. Snakes aren’t as into being talked to, nor are other reptiles. But they tend to recognize a calm demeanor as non threatening, and may be soothed by a steady voice. But there’s plenty that could care less what we monkeys chatter about.

    People that keep them have any number of reasons for doing so. But what I like about snakes is that they’re no bullshit. They’re gonna snake, all day every day. They feel nice to the touch, and sometimes enjoy being touched, and will give you plenty of warning if they aren’t in the mood. They’re also gorgeous.

    I still vividly recall my first real exposure to a snake. Some guy went around local schools with exotic, but “safe” animals. And they must have been because nobody ever had any problems with his critters

    But he had a massive snake. I can’t recall what kind it was. Boa or python, I’m not even sure of that, much less what kind. But this big ol’ gal was bigger around than my arm now and I used to lift regularly. She was cool to the touch, and curious about us little baby apes. She’d sniff with her tongue, and move her head to look at whatever kid was closest. You had to be super good to be one of the kids holding her while the guy talked about her, but if you were, and you were at the head, she was prone to hiding her head under arms. Which tickled, but was just awesome.

    He had smaller snakes too, and those were almost as chill as that big one. I had one crawl up my sleeve once. It worked it’s way across my shoulders and pokes its head out of my collar. The guy was worried, but I was grooving on it, so the snake just stayed there until the end of the thing.

    I dunno if schools would allow that kind of thing nowadays though. Which, as an aside, he didn’t just bring snakes, it was all kinds of critters; spiders, turtles (terrapins), scorpions, hissing cockroaches, mantises, all kinds of stuff. not all of that was handled by students obviously. But he always had snakes, and they were all super relaxed around kids.

    Like I said, the only reason I don’t have one is that I couldn’t provide a healthy and optimal environment for a snake. I made the mistake years and years ago of trying to take care of an iguana. This house doesn’t have the space needed for a proper enclosure, so I ended up passing the iguana to a guy that was super dedicated to reptiles. Nowadays, I couldn’t do the work involved anyway, even if I had the room. Chickens are hard enough






















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