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Growing up without ubiquitous cable or satellite tv, I just did the world's biggest double take when I read "TV has always been a subscription model".

Just saying. We had 3 channels. 3. And on Sundays, every one of them was TV church. It was the fucking worst.

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I'm on TMo and don't have that - but I also brought my own device. Would it be hiding under another name or am i good?

thank you so much for this context!

Do they not want to go to male prison because they are MtF? You're leaving out a ton of important detail here.

I donno man, seems like a lot of rich people piss is all over us

it was the plan, the vetting of the plan, the sign off of the plan, the execution of the plan.

so I mean yeah, just like generally the plan. I haven't made mead since, because it represents possibly the most monumental TIFU of my entire god damned life

yeah, where else do you expect self published authors to make their mark?

I've extremely enjoyed the self-pub route so many authors can take these days. Some of my favorite series come from people who didn't even want to bother with the traditional publisher and I am so much happier for it.

So I mean, if you have some alternatives for self published authors to reach a broad audience with a minimum of fuss, that's great. I'm just not seeing a valid replacement, myself.

edit: that said, some are dumpster fires in a pit of eternal despair. but I'm a big boy, I can figure that out for myself.

yeah, I saw some guy on reddit break out of his depression nest through a herculean effort one time and he was cleaning shit with the scotch brite pad and I felt like I just unlocked the path to earthly enlightenment

my friend, sometimes ordering a pizza is a valid life choice

If I might make a suggestion: https://www.amazon.com/Holikme-Attachments-Scrubber-Attachment-Automobile/dp/B07P7NFV1F (or any appropriate analogue) makes "cleaning my mistakes up" way easier.

Sort of.

I was making a gigantic batch of mead. Like 5 gallons of it, boiling away merrily. I carefully prepared my glass carboy ahead of time and poured the must (aka: that-which-will-be-mead-after-yeast-farts-in-it) into my carboy. This was fine. All according to plan.

The bucket of ice and cold water I added to the sink to cool it down faster so that I could throw the pitched yeast into it... also according to plan.

What was not according to plan was a gunshot sound going off, shards of glass shooting through the air like a grenade, and honey water cascading out over the edge of my sink all over my floor.

I've never felt more broken.