Now we need one with a series of little kittens

Then the beanie baby addiction intervention team moves in

Just use full long tooth picks to keep the cheese on. Leave the picks sticking out long enough for you to find them and remove them after.

This will probably be my final thought before I die

At least someone put a light inside the pumpkin :(

My favorite is an old clock I got from an old cottage I was renovating. I broke the glass on it but it still worked so I propped it up on the wall to help me keep time. I worked for months with that clock on the wall, never changed the battery and just thought, I’ll keep it until the battery dies … I thought it was just some old cheap thing that wouldn’t last.

I renovated for two years and the clock kept ticking, I grew to appreciate it decided to keep it. It survived I don’t know how many -40, -50 degree winters frozen solid and it still kept time. In the spring I think I adjusted it for a ten or fifteen minute correction (allowing for daylight saving time).

I finished renos and now the clock is in the living room and I’ll never get rid of it, it’s part of the building now as far as I’m concerned.

20 years later and the clock is still there and I’ve only changed the batteries twice, maybe three times. I changed the batteries so few times, I can’t remember the last time I did.

Isn’t it just a limitation of human vision? No matter how much resolution we can create, the human eye will only ever see a certain level of resolution … anything beyond that is imperceptible to us. I think I remember reading that 4K is the maximum we can realistically appreciate and anything beyond that is impractical because no one would ever notice the difference.

The only way higher resolutions work is if you start blowing up the size of the image itself. A 20" wide image at 720p looks good but the same image blow up to 60" becomes noticeably pixelated. A 20" wide image at 8K looks sharp and blown up to 60", it still looks sharp.

AI probing for users in the fediverse

I remember reading about something along those lines a few years ago.

When we were kids running around with our childhood friends every summer, we thought it would never end, that we would be and stay friends forever.

Then one day, we run home, wave goodbye and say ‘see you later!’ … and without us knowing, or being aware of it, that was the last time we saw our childhood friend.

We might have lived next to one another, or went to the same high school later on or even went to the same college … we never saw our friend again.

We never knew and we were never aware of when we said goodbye or saw our friend for the last time.

I think about my old childhood friends … I’m middle aged now … some of those friends died young, some got married and had a bunch of kids … a few had hard lives and became addicts … one of them is a vegetable after having suffered an overdose … and many of them just went on and had small families and did OK.

Meth and Christian nationalism

I love garlic and I keep buying more and more and buying better and better qualities from farmers in my area.

Then I thought, what the hell? … I can grow my own

Then I realized how long it freakin takes to grow garlic … you have to plant them in the fall, and hope that they take in the spring and grow by the summer … and depending on how good your situation is, you have a 50/50 chance of having a good harvest or not.

That’s the father

Does this mean that there is some reclusive Vietnam veteran with mystical powers meeting some geeky young kid in a run down trailer park in the deserts of Arizona and they’ll pair up with a truck driving privateer and his huge overly hairy former wrestling superstar that mumbles a lot, in their 18 wheeled highway tractor trailer they call the Centennial Turkey.

Just go all out with an old style traditional Irish funeral and dance with the corpse.

Easy … because that’s the excess supply from last year being sold as new this year.

Most definitely involves luck in many cases. My wife currently has pulmonary fibrosis, a life shortening disease that basically slowly erodes your lungs. We did our best to take care of ourselves, good food, not too much, not too little, vitamins, health conscience, exercise, keeping active, healthy mind, staying active, staying connected … and neither being too excessive or obsessive of taking care of ourselves either.

We have a doctor friend of ours who told us … it was just luck … we caught a bad flu a few years ago, just before the pandemic. I got over it, she never did and still hasn’t. She is healthy as anything otherwise but her lungs will give out in a year maybe two, possibly three but the end is coming and its horrible to think about.

We did everything right, we just didn’t get lucky.

My grandma on my mom’s side lived to be 85 but she had a bit of dementia at the end.

My grandpa on my dad’s side lived to be 85 too and his mind was great but his body wasn’t.

But every time I hear stories of people who lived long lives, you have to compare that to the number of people they outlived or those people from their generation who didn’t make it.

For every 99 year old, there were hundreds or even thousands that didn’t make it to that age. It’s really a very lucky thing to live that long … and even more like winning a lottery to live that long and have a bit of health and be in your right mind.

Yeah, I keep reminding people, especially young people about this.

What’s the use of living until you’re 70 if you spend the last ten years of life living in a body that is half dead?

I know one guy who worked in heavy industry retire at 65 and decided to just smoke, drink booze and eat junk on his couch for his retirement. He loved it for about two years. Then he had heart attack, diabetes, and early signs of dementia. He lingered for 8 more years living a miserable life before he died a slow death in hospice for about a year.

One my of neighbours is 80 years old and still at home … but for the past ten years, he’s been battling cancer, heart problems and almost semi regular infections of some kind. His entire life is just pain every day. He keeps ending up in the hospital for something … only to return a week or two later after having survived. He is just miserable all the time and the only way anyone can see him coming out of all this is to die.

I have another old friend who is 70, great heart, good weight, good bodily health … but she has Alzheimers … and she’s had signs of it for the past ten years. She’ll live for a while but what kind of life is it to not have your memory for the last ten years of your life?

Take care of yourself as much as possible now while you are young. Sure some of this is just genetics or luck but I’d rather try my best to have a decent quality of life later on than do things to guarantee I’ll be miserable at the end of my life.

This is fake … no human I’ve ever known has ever survived to tell the tale of how they carefully placed something, anything, on a cat’s face … let alone take a picture of it.

The only way I can see this image existing is if the cat first murdered the person who attempted this, then the cat took the pancake and placed it on themselves, set up the camera for a timed photo and snapped a selfie to let all the humans believe that they can do this to their cats at home.

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