Work definitely does suck the life out of you, regardless of whether or not you like it. Just hard to focus on something all day and not be tired.

I won’t say good luck in retirement, because I don’t know what that means. So I’ll just say see you around the fediverse, because there’s no retiring from this life.

And go back even further, exposure to lead fumes from leaded gas in cars made an entire generation incapable of complex logical thought.

Glad to hear t-pose is the way to go. I’m beginning to think it’s the solution to the world’s problems.

I’m (unfortunately) not even close to retirement, but everything you said, I agree with. For me, a job is like a train track, and I’m on the train and life is just going, and I get off at stops here and there, but that clickity-clack is a constant white noise. Perhaps it’s me remembering the immaturity of when I was younger, but I’ve always found that when I don’t have work, I seem less focused on general.

I am fortunate to have a good job, and I don’t love it, but it’s more than tolerable, which to me is the benchmark. I assume how you feel about your job is a big factor in this whole discussion. I imagine I’ll work less when I hit the magic social security number, but the thought of retiring just stopping working entirely one day just doesn’t make sense to me.

Same. Any more and just about anyone you know and can relate to is dead. And I have kids and perhaps they’ll have kids, but when I’m 90 and all my friends are dead, and anyone I looked to in life for guidance is dead, and I can’t commiserate with people about the old days of the Internet or what things used to be like without hearing “oh grandpa,” what really is the point?

For me, it was AIM chatrooms and ebaums forums, maybe the super early days of Skype (before being sold to Microsoft obviously). Shit did feel more real, and while content maybe didn’t come out at the same frequency, and there sure was shit, you just knew you were talking about it with other people. Made some good friends back then, would’ve been cool to stay in touch, but 20+ years is a long time.

Marine Corps beat that into me. We had two options for drinks at the chow hall in boot camp: water or blue Powerade. No milks no juices no sodas no red Powerade. Only blue Powerade. It’s the only one I’ll drink anymore, the rest serve no purpose.

Definitely thought you meant hair plugs at first, and that there was an app to give you male pattern baldness.

Obligatory I didn’t read the article.

It’s obviously T9 Word’s fault. All these kids out here texting with T9 word, can’t expect anyone to be spelling when they can T9 their way through life.

My only gripe is I can never remember the number, and there are several teenths. I’m bad with dates. July 4th is idiot proof.

My kids finished today. A couple towns over finished last week. I don’t know how they decide this shit.

Just got around to watching this movie for the first time, real happy ending.

I’ve 100% turned on my blinker for a curve in the road, and I feel like a fucking idiot when I do it. So fortunately I’ve seen other people do it and I know there’s at least a couple of us out there. The worst part is it’s been the same curve multiple times. There’s nowhere else to go either, the road just bends right, but sometimes I just hit the old blinkety-blink.

What if their arms are just really weak, you do have to turn the wheel slightly more than normal.

You do, it’s called property taxes.

What are people going to say, “Yeah, I knew he was gonna do it, but I had other shit going on so I ignored it.” Meaningless quote you hear all too often after people commit suicide unfortunately. And I don’t mean to admonish anyone, but who comes out afterwards and says “Yeah, his life was shit and he was a miserable fuck it was only a matter of time.”

So between February and November, got it.

What time of year was this? I’m gonna take the kids eventually, but I’m pulling them out of school and we are going to find the least peak time possible. I refuse to go anywhere on spring break or over the summer.

I’ve talked for years with friends of mine about MLB+Steroids+Aluminum Bats. I want to see someone hit two 700ft homers in a night.