temporal_spider

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[–] temporal_spider@lemm.ee 1 points 54 minutes ago

It's possible that you have what is called delayed phase sleep disorder, although I'm not sure it really is a disorder except socially. Some people are just genetically wired to be night owls, and there really isn't any way to change it. It's not a character defect, or insomnia. I've struggled with this my whole life. People don't understand, and they keep suggesting the same old things that I already know don't work.

It's hard to fit into the world with this kind of difference, but if you can rework your schedule, you will probably feel better. My sympathies, I know firsthand what it's like.

[–] temporal_spider@lemm.ee 2 points 13 hours ago

Good. I like seeing these busted institutions doing more to make themselves irrelevant and obsolete. Try alienating still more peeps, folks, yer doing fine.

[–] temporal_spider@lemm.ee 2 points 4 days ago

I've rewatched Haven several times. I love everything about it, the characters, the acting, the writing, the music, and the overall vibe. It somehow manages to be tragic, terrifying, and wholesome, all at once.

[–] temporal_spider@lemm.ee 1 points 4 days ago

It was taught in my first grade class in the early 1970s.

[–] temporal_spider@lemm.ee 2 points 5 days ago

I like to refer to using the bidet as cleaning my undercarriage.

[–] temporal_spider@lemm.ee 2 points 5 days ago

Also, a can of cheap shaving cream to spray on the tub wall. It's a fun, soothing distraction for a little one. I used to sometimes defuse my kid's tantrums like that.

[–] temporal_spider@lemm.ee 2 points 6 days ago (1 children)

That looks so yummy. I love making cheesy soups.

[–] temporal_spider@lemm.ee 3 points 6 days ago (1 children)

Mrs Bradshaw's Handbook, by Terry Pratchett comes to mind, although I suspect you aren't looking for a book about a train journey through an imaginary landscape.

[–] temporal_spider@lemm.ee 8 points 6 days ago (1 children)

I was just thinking recently about the time I got a faceful of strychnine as a small child prowling through the hall closet while my grandma's back was turned. It was just sitting on the shelf, white powder in a little glass jar, no safety cap, no Mr Yuck sticker. It might not have even had a label. I happened to knock it over, and I can still remember the taste nearly sixty years later. We used to live so dangerously.

 

Such a fascinating project this guy is doing. He's making the most unusual breed study I've ever heard of, making ice cream from the trees of every US state. Plus woodworking.

[–] temporal_spider@lemm.ee 1 points 1 week ago

My sweetie and I are going to fire up the pellet smoker. We bought a whole bunch of ribs, beef and pork, and they're currently salted, and resting in the fridge (always dry brine your meat.) We'll divide most of it into vacuum seal bags to freeze, so we can enjoy BBQ meals for a few months. A wonderful Valentine day tradition.