She ruined the only opportunity I had to see Iron Maiden.

They dropped off the Ozzfest tour that year because Sharon was a cock-juggling-thunder-cunt right before they got to my town.

No no, some people have to learn from their own mistakes.

You tell a toddler to not reach up and touch the stove because a burner might be hot. You don’t tell a 25 year old man not to touch a burner - by that age they should have either learned from extrapolating data about the world, from their childhood experience, or someone else’s experience. Regardless, at a certain point, you just let morons burn their fingers.

I’m kind of the opposite, lol.

I miss my overnight shift.

I’d wake up, the world was quiet, there were no harsh lights to contend with, very few coworkers to deal with, even less management…

Just go in, put in my earbuds between calls, and do my shit. Then, when everyone is grumpy and trying to get coffee, I’m going home.

That being said, when the time changed it could be a blessing and a curse.

On one hand, sweet, short(ish) day… well, 11 hours. Then it swings the other way, and 13 hour shifts suck even more than 12 hours.

Watching the time roll back an hour feels very unfair when you’re on the clock and just want to go home, lol.

No.

No sisters, and my mom didn’t wear them.

I would have though.

We (The US) don’t have the gestapo. Our fascists wear uniforms and badges.

Tell that to the home owner’s association.

Please.

It was suppose to be a cautionary tale, not a fucking guide book.

I’ve been a fly on the world in the corporate world for many industries.

No one watches their mouth around the IT guy.

On so many levels, in so many jobs, it doesn’t matter what happened - it matters what can be proven.

Eh, task ChatGPT with it.

I lived around sea level for most of my life.

Then, I went to Bozeman, MT for a night before going down to Gardiner, MT to work in Yellowstone.

I was a metal head, heavy drinker, hop in the mosh pit, feel no pain until two days later type at the time.

3 fucking beers tanked me. 3 raspberry heffeveizens at the Montana Aleworks had me stumbling back to my hotel bed hoping I heard my alarm so I could keep this YS job.

I literally drank with metal rock stars before this point in time. Alexi Leiho fucking poured straight liquor into my mouth off the edge of the tour bus (Children of Bodom front man, Lead guitar, died of complications of alcoholism in his 30s). Not endorsing the behavior (in fact, no, alcohol long term fucking sucks) but it happened. Dime and Vinny of Pantera? More than a few times. I wasn’t an alcoholic, but I could drink. Youth and stupidity, eh?

So 3 beers? Damn.

I also smoked at the time. Climbed Bunsen peak in Yellowstone with some coworkers. I lit a cigarette, and got about halfway through it before I had to put it out and stop to breathe.

Like, this was your first bong hit and it was a filled 6 foot bong that you took in coughing. You might puke from coughing so hard.

What I’m saying is, altitude is no joke. You can handle your shit? Not coming from sea level of basically nothing, to roughly 1300 feet.

Though, if you’re “training” for some sort of drinking contest or something, yeah, drink at a high altitude. I came back from YS, from being a “good drinker” to drinking hardened alcoholics under the table and feeling only the slightest bit tipsy. Altitude training, bitches.

Note: I can not speak for how altitude training would affect tolerance when it comes to health complications. I have no math, studies, or anecdotal evidence to suggest that alcohol poisoning (or death thereof) would be positively changed by high altitude training.

In some cases, yes.

I’ve run into probably half a dozen applications that request a reboot before installation, even if you just rebooted and the launcher was the first thing you ran.

Usually older and very niche software. Business shit from the AS400 era, medical applications (including modern), not generally your standard stuff most people are installing.

No service animal, but I was in the “down town” area of a college town, and donated plasma cause I was broke broke.

I’m epileptic, I don’t think the plasma donation contributed, but as I was walking back to my car, and waiting to cross a street… well, seizure.

No one helped me, but someone took my phone, wallet, and some meds I needed to keep on me at the time, probably other stuff I don’t recall.

The meds had no recreational value. They were seizure meds, and no, nothing like ativan that has any sort of redeeming quality outside of treating epilepsy.

Some people just suck.

I don’t speak French, nor have I ever wanted to learn.

The French got a lot of shit after WW2, but that was a long time ago.

That being said, the French sure knew how to throw a revolution. More recent events over there involved less guillotines, but they still gathered as a people to make themselves heard.

I’d clear up the message a little bit, but that might be the first bumper sticker I ever put on a car I owned.

During driving lessons.

Sure.

In the state I learned to drive in, they didn’t exist. They weren’t in the driver’s manual. Nothing.

So there are generations of people who can’t, or won’t, figure out how they work, its a fucking nightmare.

Moved to another state recently. No problems here. In fact, driving here is a much less harrowing experience.

Eh, the age of majority has been a sham for a long time.

You can get drafted to die for your country in some god-forsaken land, but if you survive to go home you can’t grab a beer.

I’m not saying the drinking age should be lowered, but be consistent.

I would posit that it could be based on something else entirely, a civic or moral obligation a person feels to abide by the spirit of the law to help protect fellow people, even if they would not be punished or could some how gain something - in this case, a finite resource - time, for violating the law.

That reminds me of a trip to Vegas with some friends.

Outside our hotel was the PBR bar.

So we thought, hell yeah, drink some shitty cheap beer in the sun before we walk down the strip to… whatever.

Nope, Professional Bull Riding bar.

I don’t recall what I ate (that would a trend for the trip, I was hung over for a week after I got home) but I remember it was pretty tasty.

You’re bipolar, you just hide it well.

Get your meds sorted before college or you’re gonna wind up dropping out.

Also, its a seizure disorder, it just doesn’t present typically; and its medication resistant. Keep trying. That alone is gonna set you back about 10 years.

Don’t forget, those of us who “produce” aren’t even a consideration.

The working class will starve. We’re already working on it with inflation, but managing to keep enough calories coming in.

Soon, the billionaires will have no labor to produce food, and no labor to stock food, and no labor to handle their banal shit.

Then, they will hunt us for sport. Or, more likely, a few class traitors will hunt and butcher us while they go hungry and the billionaires eat of our flesh.