That’s almost my motto.

It’s actually “old and beat-up”, which is why being tired is my secret.

The evil dead “trilogy”. The original is more or less a straight horror movie, with the second being a slightly more loose horror with intentional comedy notes. The third is full on batshit crazy Ash, and I love it despite it not being scary in any way.

I’m not knocking the horror classics, but for whatever reason, the first evil dead just works for me in a way that very little else does. A lot of it is the sound, I think. The way it’s mixed makes everything surreal, which bypasses my usual film geek filter where I’m enjoying how something was done as much or more than the end result with horror. At least, I think that’s what it is. But it’s one of the rare horror movies I can watch and get a little creeped out by.

Like here and now? I’m going to revel in the joy of my healthy body. Then figure out how the fuck to look like my driver’s license picture and keep my head down while doing my best to enjoy life until I’m old enough looking to do something more significant.

Going back in time?

That’s a nightmare. At least at 16, I would stand a chance of shifting my choices just enough to end up in roughly the same current life, but with better options. But the chance of that is low as hell for anyone. Like, for all the bad shit I’ve dealt with, without it I would have never met my wife, or met some of the animal companions I’ve had the great luck to share my life with when I encountered them as strays.

The only thing I’d be willing to sacrifice all that for is trying to prevent one of my best friends from killing himself about three years later.

And that would be worth it, but I’d be losing a lot in the process. Life isn’t magic, where a do-over automatically means things are better. It’s just different. Like, the fantasy is that you’ll use your future knowledge to get rich and avoid all the bad things.

But the more you change your past, the more of the good you prevent along with the bad. And the ugly truth is that you still remember every fucking second of the bad. You don’t leave it behind, you’re still the same set of memories. Yeah, you’ll be building new ones, but there’s always going to be ghosts of your past casting shadows over your new present. And those new ones aren’t going to be like they would have if you’d taken that path when you were actually that old.

It’s still old you inside, so all the freshness of youth is missing.

Do-overs are terrifying, and the younger you’d be when you went back, the more horrific they get.

What’s great is when it isn’t even anything you said or did, you just thought it.

Can I have that with a side of irrelevant, minor mistakes that nobody but me cared about. Ideally, they would be from decades ago, but not every place carries vintages like that

All I can say is that if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends

You can try looking into a sleep position trainer. It isn’t what you’re asking about, but it has had good results in reducing or eliminating the paralysis episodes, so it’s a similar outcome.

The problem with what you’re specifically asking about is that nobody has gone into production afaik. There’s patents for things like they, but they’re either junk (and obviously so), or would be way too complicated to set up and use reliably. Sleep paralysis isn’t usually responsive to just shaking by itself.

But you could try something similar to the alarms made for deaf people, if you have a consistent timing with your episodes. Or do something like strap a massager to your hand where you can cut it on and hope that the vibration breaks through. People have made that work, though it isn’t consistent afaik.

Absolutely gleaming :)

If it helps, I am totally seduced

Ikr? Both on the amount of work put in, and the beauty of the human form. It’s impressive as hell.

I’m glad someone caught it :)

I didn’t see the title at first, and “fuck yeah” was exactly what popped into my head

You know, I wouldn’t be mad. However, I would hope they’d curate that shit. Some of my poems back then weren’t bad at all. But, the ones that were bad were really bad; vogon grade.

I haven’t written a real poem in years now, and it had been a while before that one. But I was bloody prolific as a teenager and young adult.

I wrote that book!

Or could have

Man, I’m getting old and behind the times. I had to look up locktober. It was what I thought it might be, but there was a time when I would have known about it before I saw it on the internet lol.

Legit though, last time I saw an ass like that on a guy in person I was kinda hypnotized. Mind you, dude was dancing at a party wearing nothing but a jock strap, but that’s the kind of ass that can pull off the outfit. You gotta respect the kind of work an ass like that requires to be an ass like that.

Obviously, tastes vary, but the nostalgia crack part of the show is fairly minor compared to the actual story. It’s really there more to establish that it is set in the past and give a quick handwave to character background.

It gets used less after the first episode or two of each season, which do tend to be a bit more focused on set-up and “vibe” building to some degree or another each season.

There’s no guarantee you’d like it, but the first episode of the first season isn’t really a good example of the show as a whole, nor are the first episodes of each season. Imo, they tend to be a way to let both established audience and new viewers “settle in” rather than being integral to the overall plot arcs. They do tend to serve as character updates (after season one where they serve to establish characters) though, so skipping them entirely wouldn’t be ideal. It is doable though.

Which only matters if you’re remotely interested in watching it at all

Man, I ain’t even gay, and I’d want to slap that

Annnnd ear wormed

It’s not so much the foods, though both were amazing cooks in their own ways, with some amazing standards meals they’d turn out. It’s them making it that really hits as a loss.

Both of them contributed to me learning how to cook, and in some ways I ended up improving on what I learned from them by virtue of having both.

But, if I had to nail down one specific meal/dish from each that I miss the hell out of, I think my paternal grandmother’s breakfasts are the most missed of hers. The woman could put on a spread! Eggs, grits, sausage, liver mush, biscuits, red-eye gravy, with her home made jams and jellies. Gods, you want to talk about feeding an army, when all of us grandkids would stay over at once, there would be her, my grandfather, one uncle, and eleven kids ranging from toddlers to teenagers at one point.

And she never missed a step, while doing it all with us young’ns under foot. She was damm fine baker, and a master of country cooking/soul food, but her breakfasts were next level.

My maternal grandmother could do that kind of cooking too, though not as well. Where she was a standout was with more of the suburban American cuisine. The roasts and casseroles and traditional holiday meals. I think those holiday meals are what I miss most, though her meatloaf and spaghetti were both amazeballs. My grandfather was a hunter, so some kind of bird would be featured often, be it goose, duck, or turkey. Sometimes as the only meat source, sometimes alongside a store bought turkey if a lot of the more distant family was showing up.

Even after she decided she was done babysitting a bird and my uncle took over that part with a deep fryer, her sides still wreck those I’ve had with other people. Sweet potatoes, three-bean salad, seven layer salad, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, deviled eggs, asparagus, peas, all kinds of options, sometimes with all of those, plus others, plus desserts. Most of the veggies were from their garden, though they would be home canned fur Christmas, and some would be for Thanksgiving.

It wasn’t that any given item was so good (though they were), it’s that all of everything either made was so consistently amazing. Never a flop, never a dud.

I’m a fairly recent jazz convert, and there’s absolutely no way I would be able to tell the difference. None.