Oh no one of the threads most forms of Gnosticism gave in common is the idea that earth / corporeal existence is hell in the same way that the Buddha says all feeling is suffering. It's like that bit in the good place where she realizes they're actually in hell already.

If you're gnostic it's right here!

I had been wondering lately if using the fossil fuels in space instead of on earth isn't a viable option. It's like a billion years of sunlight trapped inside the earth's crust that's all gotta go somewhere eventually anyway right? As long as it's not fucking shit up in the atmosphere it could be a lot of use elsewhere maybe?

We have a lil backpack for our dog that I put snacks in when we go to the corner store and people always ask if she's a service animal and I don't really consider her one because

a) she is not well behaved enough, she panics in the wrong environment and tries to bolt (she's 0% fight 100% flight and sometimes that's actually fine like if you take her on the bus she hides under the seat the entire time which is what she needs to do anyway)

b) I don't know that me being too lazy to carry my own candy bars really qualifies as a service dog task

So I kinda wanna get her this for the backpack but technically the backpack itself is her job so...

(Our family Halloween costume is filling the backpack with candy and hubs and I have shirts that say "emotional support human, do not pet).

Compression socks or cheap jewelry depending on whether or not I'm working.

this is giving me flashbacks to the IV simulator in nursing school. I had already been a phlebotomist by that point so I was just like yeah this feels nothing like a real vein. Did help me learn the order of the steps though. Like practicing pushing the catheter down the length of the needle one handed and all. Then I went straight into psychiatry where basically no unit allows even a disconnected IV without a 1:1 and have put in like 5 IVs total in the entire time I've been employed as a nurse which is still well over half my attempts but still.

I meant more like a ballista

fun time to mention !emojionly@sh.itjust.works

I feel like the evolution of weaponry was something like:

1. hit it with a stick
2. throw a rock at it
   3a. hit them with a rock on the end of a stick
   3b. use a string / spring to throw the rock faster / harder
3. hit it with a SHARP rock on a stick
4. throw the sharp rock on a stick AT them
5. use a string / spring to throw the sharp rock on a stick faster / harder
6. use a lever to pull the string back harder to throw the sharp rock on a stick even harder / faster
7. put the rock in a tube on top of some explosives then point the end of the tube at someody.
8. put some tracks on the inside of the tube to spin the rock so it flies straighter
9. hollow out the rock, and put more explosives inside of it etc etc etc

Interestingly one of the few times I ever got pulled over was when I was on my way back from helping someone with yardwork and had my hair bundled up in a scarf so it didn't get nasty. It was so weird the cop actually apologized for pulling me over then drove off really suddenly. I definitely grew up in one of 'those' areas so I think he really did pull me over and was like 'wait shit you're white abort ABORT' which is so funny because like. I just do what works culture means very little to me.

It feels wrong in your chest as it crawls down your esophagus.

The best way I can describe drinking this entire thing as a colon prep for a procedure is that it's like that bit in the sixth Harry Potter book where he has to force feed Dumbledore that basin of poison to get to the bottom (it's been established that they're not great books but I'm part of that generation) but you're both Harry and Dumbledore both force feeding it to yourself while begging yourself not to do it all while lamenting the awful cruelty of Voldemort (your doctor).